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[Insanidi] Hunting

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Title: Hunting [Touch of Insanidi]
Number: 1952
Date: Jan 20, 2017 at 4:35 AM
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Divinatas – Jan 20, 2017 at 4:35 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] “There’s a reservation for rooms 3 and 7 so they need fresh sheets and towels. Number 6 needs the ceiling to floor treatment, Becky’s last snatch was a real whack job. Oh, and there’s complaints of weird noises in number 10 so you might as well check that out.”

Going over Larry’s check list was pretty much the evening routine. Cecile LeBreaux always followed her routine. First she would roll out of bed somewhere around 8pm and pop across the street to pick up breakfast. Half of it would get dropped off in her brother’s room, where he’d complain about being woken up so early, only to somehow still be late getting out the door. Then she’d go over the check list left by the day manager. It never really had anything that was actually her job in it and she often wondered if they even knew what Housekeeping was supposed to do at the motel.

That was all well and good, because it was Larry who knew what needed to be done. After her midnight lunch break, Cecile would have a chat with Larry. He was the proud owner of Larry’s Lodge, and though he was a little bit… [i]eccentric[/i] and preferred the night shift, Ceci appreciated his thoroughness. Larry was a good boss.

Most of the time.

“What do you mean with the noises?” Ceci asked carefully. She learned a long time ago that really STRANGE things happened in cheap motels, and every motel had their own little quirks. Ceci figured out right away NOT to ask for details if Larry mentions a room needing ‘ceiling to floor treatment’. She just made sure to wear the really thick gloves. Weird noises was something new, though.

“I don’t know babycakes, that’s why you gotta check it out.” he explained rolling his eyes and taking a big swig of his coffee. It smelled ever so faintly of vodka.

Ceci squinted at him. “This isn’t one of your sex traps is it?”

Larry choked and spit out his coffee. “What! No, c’mon now, babycakes. I don’t do that to the staff. You gotta sign waivers for that kind of stuff.” He slapped at his now stained shirt, as if that was going to swat the wetness away.

“Hmmkay, but I’m watching you.” Ceci pointed at her eyes with two fingers and then at Larry, before she left the office to get to work.

This time of night was quiet and most guests were asleep. As long as she made sure to get those rooms clean before morning check in, Ceci had plenty of time to look in to this whole ‘weird noises’ business. Curiosity was one of those things she couldn’t switch off. If she didn’t take a look now, it would bother her all day.

So Cecile wheeled her cart down the walk towards room 10 and 11. Out of habit, she knocked on the door first giving a quick call of [i]Housekeeping![/i] just in case the weird noises turned out to be a nonpaying guest. But once she opened up the door, the room was empty and unused. She stepped inside, tilting her head to listen.

Nothing. The room was perfectly empty.

But once she turned around to leave, there it stood. A band of black over it’s eyes and it’s tail covered in stripes. It was surprisingly large, and so mangy patches of it’s fur were missing. And gave her such a startle she let out a quick yelp.

“AIIEE!! Oh good grief! You scared the devil out of me. Well… shoo! You don’t belong in here.”

It [i]hissed[/i] at her. And for the briefest of moments Ceci looked completely insulted. Once it reared up on it’s legs and baring it’s teeth, though, that was it. She started screaming, backing up until her hips hit a dresser, then sitting on it and drawing up her legs to safety.

“OH GOD, NO! [I]NO!![/I]”

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Touch of Insanity – Jan 22, 2017 at 8:37 PM

[justify][fieldbox=Night Rat, #084fd1] [imga=left]http://i.imgur.com/qBAPDQF.jpg[/imga]Jace rolled a smoke around in his fingers, mindlessly staring out the window of his crappy motel room. Night had fallen and Jace knew he should head out. He should go feed, but right now he just wanted to sit. He had been here, in this small town which name he couldn’t remember, nor could he care what it was called. He never knew how long he was staying for. He could be gone tonight for all he knew. It had been two years since he went on the run, and he knew there was never going to be an ease in his body. There would always be those thoughts of, if he’d catch up to Jace. If he would find him, what if he did? The smoke in his hand, that was still unlit snapped in his fingers. His piercing blue eyes jerked down towards his fingers resting on the table he sat at, almost angry like before he let out a deep breath. A breath he didn’t need.

He could hear the usual rustling in the room behind him. About three nights ago a racoon had found it’s way into the room and had made busy of making himself a home in there. Jace could smell it, hear it’s little claws dragging through the room, the smaller heart beat. He liked to focus on that annoyance more then the room next too him which was usually filled with two humans fucked like animals. The smell of it would seep through the mold filled walls and vents into his room. Smells all no human could pick up on. But Jace had nothing but time, to sit to himself. He wasn’t sure when was the last time he actually spoke with someone other then getting the room from the nasty owner of the motel. One of the lowest of their kind. To think Jace was once one of them, so long ago. A memory faded into more of a dream then a reality. That’s what his whole life felt like, him watching through dream after dream. Seeming to twist into something he could never fully remember, pieces only ever sticking to his mind to seem like it wasn’t real. Yet he knew it was, everything around him. What he was himself. A monster.

He flicked the bud of the broken smoke in his hand across the room, he’d have housekeeping find it later. If he ever let them in to clean his room. The do not disturb sing hand been hanging there since he first got the room. His bag, a small backpack with a few sets of clothes jammed into it neatly, along with some other things he liked to carry around. He closed his eyes as he heard the familiar sound of the night maid’s cart rolling down the hallway. It’s left wheel hardly hanging on, making a soft screeching sound that would only be slightly annoying. However, it stopped. His eyes slowly fluttering open and glancing back towards his door almost expecting the knock to come on his door, but it didn’t. Oh it seemed someone finally complained about the little rat next door. A girly voice called out, surely waking up some other guests, he snorted at her foolishness. Even if she smelt nice, he felt a flash of hunger roll through his body. Yeah, he really needed to go feed once his little show was over. After all it’d be amusing to see how she got the fucker out of the room next door.

She went in, his fingers tapped along the table for a moment, closing his eyes again, as he listened to her heart beat, his tongue running along his lips without him realizing he was doing so. As she yelped he couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that left his lips as his eyes reopened to glance towards the wall that was between them. His hand came up gripping his own chin, letting his fingers brush along the shadow of facial hair that hadn’t been taken care of. He smirked a little at her little comment with another soft chuckle. The animal acting just as he thought it would. He wondered if she was smart enough to bring something to project herself. After all you never know what your going to run into in the middle of the night. His tongue clicked though as she started to scream. He could hear some of the guests hearing her screams, before a bang. “Fuckin’ idoit.” He said, knowing if he didn’t help the damn woman no one would. With a push up he walked quickly to his room, jerking the door open, and thrusting the door open of the room next door. He didn’t even look at the woman, as the animal jumped and he grabbed it by the back of the neck and jerked it off the floor. “Oh aren’t you an ugly fuck.” He growled at it, their eyes meeting as it dangled and it started to freak out more, not in an aggressive fashion but merely trying to get away from Jace. With a quick flick of his wrist the animal was sent flying to the hallway hitting the wall with a thud before Jace stood at the door glaring it down as it scrambled down the hallway right towards the front desk for Larry to deal with.

With a clap of his hands he brushed them off, before glancing lazily over his shoulder. “Next time, bring a broom or somethin’.” He said with the smallest trace of an English accent, that had seemed to have faded with time. He was dressed in a pair of light jeans, a dark t-shirt under the black leather jacket that was left open, but on. He didn’t even checking to see if she was okay. He walked out into the hallway before plucking a towel off her cart. Working his way back to his room.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Jan 24, 2017 at 12:15 AM

“Um!” It wasn’t the most intelligent of phrases. But one moment Cecile was facing her doom in the form of a furry hell-beast and in the next a man barged in to the room to her rescue. Well. Maybe not barged. He handled the entire thing in five seconds; perfectly calm, smooth as silk. As if plucking up potentially rabid animals with his bare hands while a woman shrieked like an idiot was something he did everyday.

Ceci finally slipped off the dresser, slapping her palm to her chest where her heart was pounding so hard everyone in the motel could probably hear it. Especially considering she had been screaming loud enough to even wake the dead.

Getting her senses back, she rushed quickly out in to the hall.

“THANK YOU!” she blurted out, going red once she realized that, once again, she was being too loud. The guy was standing right there, she didn’t need to shout.

“For the rescue.” And she also didn’t need to specify that either, he knew what he did. Ceci let out an embarrassed rush of breath, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth for the briefest of moments until she got her thoughts back in order.

“…what I mean is, do you need anything else? More than one towel? Soap or shampoo? We have new little things for the coffee machine. You never seem to ask for much, it’s not any trouble.” Now he was on the receiving end of warm brown eyes, from a woman who was barely over five feet and wore a housekeeping uniform that belonged on someone much taller and bustier.

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Touch of Insanity – Jan 24, 2017 at 10:20 PM

[fieldbox=Not A Hero, #084fd1] [imga=left]http://i.imgur.com/qBAPDQF.jpg[/imga]Jace already had his door open again, one foot hovering in the air as he went to take the first step in when she called out to him. “Shut up! We’re trying to sleep here!” A not so muffled voice could be heard from one of the rooms, getting a bang from another room trying to get everyone to calm the fuck down. After all the walls were paper thin. Having so much as a conversation in more then a whisper and the person in the next room could most likely hear.

“What the fuck!” Larry finally screamed as the woman spoke to him. His blue eyes glanced pass her towards the end of the hall where banging, and a scramble could be heard. That amused Jace, his hand still on the door handle as his eyes slowly glanced back down towards her.

“I didn’t do it for you. You were screaming like a madman. That is all.” He said before walking into his room and closing the door behind him. If she had thought to look into the room she would see it was utterly untouched. It was as if he hadn’t been in the room at all. He walked into the bathroom that he had used, and took his old towel. The door opened just enough for him with perfect aim to flick the dirty towel into the hammer section of the cart. “You may also want to go save your scum bag of a boss.” He said with a smirk as an almost girly scream of horror echoed down the hall getting another chuckle from Jace as he closed the door and took in a deep breath. He leaned along the door, making sure she didn’t know he was still there. He closed his eyes again, hoping she’d hurry along her way so he could head off to feed. The sound of her beating heart, made his body shiver with need, with hunger. She smelt so much better then his hotel or anyone else in here. His tongue slowly dragged along his fang feeling it trying to cut into his own tongue as his eyes snapped back open. Yeah he should have gone to feed sooner. Jace could not pull a Max. He could not go down to her level. Then again some argue he already had with a few. . . moments of weakness.

He was a vampire, not a monk.[/fieldbox]

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Divinatas – Jan 25, 2017 at 7:39 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga]

Well. That was embarrassing. Ceci stared at his door in silence for a few moments. Maybe not in total silence. Larry was still squealing down the hall.

“Idiot.” she murmured at herself, under her breath. Between her shouting and then her verbal fumbles, he probably thought she was a moron. It really shouldn’t have mattered to her. This guy was a stranger, one that would be gone soon enough – if she and her brother weren’t out of town first. What [i]anyone[/i] thought about her didn’t matter. Cecile was never around long enough to find out.

She still felt stupid though.

“[i]STACY![/i]” screamed Larry in between choked grumbles and running around his office.

“My name is CECILE.” she growled back through her teeth as she dashed down the hall. Now the whole spectacle wasn’t just disturbing the sleeping, it was drawing other commentary. A baritone [i]This isn’t my kink.[/i] and a shrill [i]I can’t fuck to this![/i] that had her ears burning.

On barging in to Larry’s office, Cecile grabbed a magazine and rolled it up in her hands. Larry, of course, was no help whatsoever. The man was twice her size and could easily grab the little beast if he wanted to. (A motel guest just did!) Instead he stood up on his chair, pointing out where ever the raccoon skittered, demanding she kill it or she was getting fired.

After several frustrated rounds of trying to smack it with her magazine, Ceci finally thought to open up the office window. Having enough of this nonsense, the raccoon escaped out in to the night. Ceci slammed the window closed with a relieved, if exhausted sigh.

“My office is a mess.” complained Larry. Ceci held back a cross comment of her own, opting to pick up the scattered paperwork from off the floor and on his desk. The chaos knocked over his over-sized coffee cup and now everything had that pungent smell of old coffee and cheap vodka.

“It’ll only take five minutes to straighten up.” she said, shoving a bunch of pens back in to a cup.

“After all that danger, I’ve got something else straightenin” up.” he responded behind her. Ceci paused in confusion, first because that raccoon was hardly something she’d consider dangerous, even if it did scare the daylights out of her. And second because he’d already given her the to-do list for the day, so she didn’t know what else he could possibly need tidying.

She figured it out when he grabbed her ass.

Cecile squeaked, spinning around quickly holding up the sign-in book between them as a shield. “We talked about this, Larry! I thought you said you don’t do things without a waiver!”

He laughed. “We don’t do [i]surprise sex[/i] without a waiver. Everything else is fair game. C’mon babycakes, you’ve been playin’ hard to get all week.”

“I beg your pardon?” she responded with surprise.

“The scared virgin thing is only fun for so long. You’re night-shift paid in [i]cash[/i]. The only kind of women workin’ nights in a place like this accepting cash are hookers, and I haven’t even gotten to sample the merchandise yet! That ain’t right!” Larry snatched the sign-in book to toss over her shoulder and grabbed at her.

That’s when Cecile got a reminder of why she didn’t punch people.

To her credit, she at least hit Larry hard enough to surprise the hell out of him and split his upper lip. The downside was that his face was a hell of a lot stronger than her hand, so she succeeded in hurting herself more than him. Her whole hand was throbbing and she nicked her knuckles on his teeth.

And now that Larry had been terrorized by a raccoon AND socked in the face by a tiny girl, he wasn’t so cheery and amused.

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Touch of Insanity – Jan 26, 2017 at 9:10 PM

[justify][fieldbox=Dumb Girl, #084fd1] [imga=left]http://i.imgur.com/qBAPDQF.jpg[/imga]Jace didn’t move, his eyes still closed as he focused on her, almost not hearing the scuffling in the office just down the hallway which was annoying loud. Jace wanted to focus in on her heart, the thudding in her chest, but it made his hunger that much worse. He shifted a little, feeling his jaw tense up, his lips curling back just enough to show off a long pair of fangs, before he held his breath. Not that he didn’t need it. But he could feel the pressure of the air trapped in his lungs, the aching in them to move again, as he heard the man scream for the woman’s help. That’s not the name that was on the nametag, was it? His browns pinched together, trying to focus on the flash in his memory of her uniform but she corrected his doubt right away, as she spoke to herself. He shook his head, not surprised by the events happening. Lively and amusing it may be.

She was gone now. It was his chance to slip out. He grabbed a few things he may need while out and jammed them in his pockets, ears open. Listening to the scuffle between the three beings in the office. The people in the fuck room as Jace liked to call it weren’t scare to voice themselves. He opened his door slipping out and locking it, as his eyes glanced down the hallway. He paused long enough to see if she actually did win the battle she was currently fighting with the animal. If you could even call it that. Her boss was more of a sissy then even she was. But that was also no surprise. He was the type of scum that was best to feed off, no matter how nasty he was. No one would miss him if you fed too much.

A small smirk did twitch at the corner of his lips though. He could hear her swinging with something at the beast. He could hear it hit something every time she missed. It was a very faint sound very hard to hear over the guest bitching in each room, the creaks of the mattress springs as people moved around, the way Larry’s shrill voice rattled the whole building. It sounded as if he was dying and not the starving animal they were trying to get out. Jace maybe should have just snapped its neck. But that’d be too nice.

He let out a soft chuckle when she was smart enough to open a window and the thing, claws dragging along the wall and out the window of the office before it was quickly shut. He started walking towards the front. Knowing he may have to quickly double back out the back door, but that meant setting off the fire alarm. But he was about sixty percent sure that didn’t work. He was about to step into the lobby, hearing her cleaning up the office, he was guessing it was only her. From what Jace learned in his short stay here, Larry did only what Larry wanted. His comment had Jace stopped right at the wall, his eyes slowly turning towards the office as if he could see through the walls of himself.

He should just walk out. He already saved this dumb girl once tonight. He shouldn’t have to do it again. Her fingers twitched a little though, as the man carried on. Jace didn’t know anything about the girl, but from hearing her roll along, she hadn’t done anything that wasn’t normal. It seemed like a hard place in her life, looking for any kind of job. “Fuckin’ hell.” He walked down the hallway to where the whore and her john started fucking again. He banged hard on the door. “Hey Kitty!” Yes he knew her name at this point. “Hope your johns know about the camera hidden in the room by good old Larry at the front desk!” He called out, getting what. He smirked hard, knowing his voice had travel through the whole hotel and everyone was already awake. The whole hotel was lit up with panic that there may be a camera in their room. Jace walked back down the hallway, clothes could be heard being ruffled around, some of the doors already being opened, as he walked into the lobby, smirking at the girl. It was enough of a distraction for the girl to hurry out, as he opened the door and walked outside. After all Larry was already shocked from the hit she landed him. It was a shame he missed it. As he walked outside he stopped a little off to the side, pulling out the box of smokes he had. He flipped it open, eyes glancing over the three he had left before, popping one out. He jammed the rest back into his pocket, before pulling out the lighter. On the first try he was able to keep the flame burning long enough to light the end. He took in a deep drag, letting to roll around in his already dead lungs before slowly letting the smoke out. He glanced to the door wondering who would be the first one to head outside. After all, with that little slip about the room, this whole play could be shut down, losing the girl’s job. But better then her getting raped. Right? He didn’t know if Larry would have back down or gotten more pissed off after a hit like that. If he was the angry type, with his power he surely would have over her, he wouldn’t let that happen again. Jace know far too many little things humans did. He took another long drag. He should really get moving if he wanted to find someone to feed from tonight.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Jan 27, 2017 at 4:48 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] Everything descended in to chaos.

Not that it wasn’t chaos already. Chasing a raccoon around a cheap motel was pretty chaotic all by itself, but now that [i]cameras[/i] had been blurted out, a whole new sort of crazy had taken over. If Larry were pissed at her, it was forgotten in the wake of his new problem. Sure, most of the hookers knew about the cameras. Larry dropped a little cash for the privileged. Their customers, though… they weren’t so happy. Calls from rooms were now ringing up the front desk, while those who got dressed real fast were ducking out of their rooms with the sort of looks that could kill.

Cecile made a VERY quick exit from the office. She had a feeling that even if she [i]did[/i] still have her job, her brother wasn’t going to be too keen on them staying there anymore once he got back and found out what was going on.

Instead of darting down the hall and locking herself in her room (which would likely be futile, Larry had keys for all of them), Cecile left for the parking lot. As soon as she stepped outside she was hit with the chilly blast of winter wind, but there was no way she was stepping back inside. At least not until everything calmed back down. She wrapped her arms around herself, letting out a long exasperated huff of breath.

After a few paces and getting a whiff of cigarette smoke, Ceci realized she wasn’t the only one outside. At first she didn’t say anything, and tried her hardest to pretend like she hadn’t noticed him. He probably had enough of her today. But Cecile wasn’t subtle with the stolen glances, or the eyeing him from toe to head. The guy didn’t seem like the type to be up in the middle of the night in a crappy motel.

“You shouldn’t have said anything about cameras.” she ended up saying, despite her attempts to stay silent. “He might kick you out now.”

Wait a second. Ceci blinked, the realization dawning on her. “Are there cameras in [i]all[/i] the rooms?” she asked, casting a scandalized look over her shoulder towards the doors. How much and who was Larry actually watching?!

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Touch of Insanity – Jan 28, 2017 at 8:54 PM

[fieldbox=Not The Plan, #084fd1] [imga=left]http://i.imgur.com/qBAPDQF.jpg[/imga]A few people had rushed out, some others turning to hell at Larry, the phone was ringing like crazy. Yet Jace was nothing but calm in the storm of it all, not a care in the world as he took another drag on his smoke, holding it longer then any human could. He let it out as he smelt her scent, his nose crinkling a little as he finally could smell the smallest trace of blood from her knuckles. Had she hit him that hard? He glanced towards her unable to help himself his eyes going right to her knuckles seeing the colours that painted her pale skin. He tapped his smoke letting the ash drift away in the winter breeze. She was holding herself tightly, his eyes finally moving to her bare arms. Humans never thought out keeping themselves warm. Although Jace himself shouldn’t have been warm in the leather jacket he wore, in the mid of winter like this, snow banks not yet to your knee but where not small either.

That’s when she noticed him, staring at her none the less, his eyes slowly dragging away as he took another drag, hoping it didn’t look like he was staring. Not that it mattered, he’d never see her again after tonight. She was headed right towards him, he tipped his head back letting the smoke drift up and be carried away by the breeze. As her small voice spoke up, he very slowly glanced towards her, as if he was just noticing she was there. He didn’t say anything at first, debating what emotions he felt like giving her before a soft chuckle left his lips, he held the smoke out of the way before leaning in a bit closer to her, letting their faces get close. He got another good sniff of her blood and it did not make his hunger any better. Or the idea of dragging her off while no one was looking. “You do realize it’s winter right?” he said not responding to any of her questions before dropping the smoke and jamming the toes of his shoes along the lit part before, having a feeling she wasn’t going to go back inside any time soon. Why was he doing this for a meal-girl? He leaned back as he rolled his shoulders, fingers catching the sleeves of his jacket before they slipped off. Although it wouldn’t be warm from him waring it, it’d keep her ass from freezing to death out here. With the wind it had to be at least minus twenty-three out. As it slipped off it showed off it strong, wide build, the muscles under his shirt pressing up along the fabric as he flexed before he thrusted the jacket at her.

He wouldn’t let her not take it, no matter what she protested. Once that was settled, he glanced back out into the night as another strong breeze rustled by. “Well that I don’t know. There wasn’t one in my room. But guessing with what a hard on he had for you, I wouldn’t be surprised.” He said not explaining how he knew about the cameras at all. He had been there long enough to know the ins and outs of how the place worked but wasn’t there really long at all in the larger picture. “You should also wrap that up.” He pointed out as if it was no big deal. “Or stick it in the snow at least. I mean it’s as good as ice.” He muttered along. What the hell was he doing? He was doing this wasn’t he? Well that was a sure reason to leave tomorrow. Not that he’d let her remember he fed from her. Jace wasn’t into killing when he fed. To messy.[/fieldbox]

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Divinatas – Jan 31, 2017 at 9:50 PM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] Cecile blinked mutely at his jacket, her cheeks tinging a bit pink from more than just the bitter cut of the wind. She wanted to protest – she even shook her head at him, wide-eyed with unspoken excuses – but he won that battle in a split second, with just unyielding blue eyes alone. Delicate fingers reached out to pluck it from his hand, and with a slow awkward motion she shoved in her arms and wrapped it around her.

His jacket practically swallowed her up, so when he made the comment about her hand and she lift it up to take a look, all she saw was sleeve. Ceci had to push it down until her fingers and knuckles poked out. It was already pretty swollen, but at least there wasn’t a lot of blood. Ceci scrunched up her nose when she tried to wiggle her fingers and only got throbbing stiffness.

“I wanted to get out of the tempest before it got any worse, and my hand is really not that bad. I’m sorry I kind of ruined your quiet night.” she admitted, curling her now jacket clad arms back around herself. Ceci shifted awkwardly on her feet, biting in to her bottom as she curiously looked him over again. He didn’t even shiver against all the wind.

“Thank you. Again. Uuhm.” she hesitated a moment, digging up the courage to find something to say beyond constantly apologizing and saying thank you to the man. “Maybe I could get you a late night lunch? It’s the least I could do.”

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Touch of Insanity – Jan 31, 2017 at 10:07 PM

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Jace could feel his jaw tighten as she pulled the sleeve up, showing off the blood to him like a prize he could take. One quick grab into the darkness, the hot blood would fill his mouth. He jerked his gaze away. Okay maybe he had gone just a little too long without feeding. He should have known better by now, but then again maybe he was seeing if he could hold out longer. He kept himself from taking in any deep breaths, blocking the lovely scent from rushing up into his lungs, that would only add fire to the flames of his hunger. He could hear her shifting the jacket, but she didn’t move. Of course she didn’t fucking move. He let out an annoyed huff and really regretted that. He’d need to take a breath if he wanted to talk now.

She thanked him again, he made a soft gruff-like sound as he glared out into the darkness. He was trying to think of anything but dragging her out. He needed to get her to take care of that damn hand. But what she asked next made him frown his eyes turning slowly towards her. The planned locked into place and he knew in this moment, she really would take him out for a late night supper. Shame she would be on the menu. He took a moment as if thinking about it. His hands jammed into his jeans. He took in that breath finally. “Fine, but we’ve gotta get back in that hellhole so we can do something about your hand, I should most likely grab my shit anyways.” He said watching her reaction. This is why she shouldn’t thank him, he was no hero. He wasn’t even nice. [/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Jan 31, 2017 at 10:28 PM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] She smiled for the first time that night, wide and genuine. Most of the tenseness she was holding in melted away, leaving the girl rocking on her feet and looking, at least, a [i]tiny[/i] bit less awkward with herself.

“Okay.” she breathed out the response, her smile getting wider. Ceci gestured with the end of his jacket sleeve to a direction behind him. “We better take the other door door. I don’t want to sneak past the office. It’s probably CRAZY in there right now.”

Cecile took the lead, brushing past him to hop carefully through safe spots in the snow. With her simple shoes and the short skirt of her uniform, she definitely wasn’t dressed for trudging her way through knee-high snow drifts. Luckily for her, most of the snow had been shoveled off the sidewalk. All she needed to watch for was icy patches on the concrete. More than once she hit a slick spot and had to flail her arms to catch her balance.

Once they reached the side of the building, under a copse of trees where the side door waited with only a dim bulb marking it’s presence, Ceci finally realized she hadn’t even introduced herself. She stopped suddenly to turn around, holding out her hand. Well, her sleeve covered hand, she had to push the sleeve up again.

“Oh, by the way, I’m Cecile. Ceci is okay. Everyone usually calls me Ceci.”

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Touch of Insanity – Feb 1, 2017 at 10:57 PM

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She should not have been smiling, but that didn’t stop Jace’s eyes from linger over them. Watching the way her lips moved before his eyes flashed to meet her own again. She seemed to be glowing at the idea of hanging out at him. Was he getting soft? He almost felt a little bad for crushing her like he was going to. Maybe he had gone after too many trashy people lately. It was just so much easier, no guilt there. He watched as she waved her arm, not even really noticing her hand at all. He was impressed she wasn’t wincing, or at least feeling the pain. Maybe her brain was taking time to catch up with what just happened. He couldn’t stop the small frown on her lips as his brows pulled together. She was already walking. “Did you just call the other door, the door door?” He asked before shaking his head. This girl.

He side stepped a man who flung the door open as he passed it following at her. He didn’t have to look in, even from where they were before he could hear the chaos. Larry was not having a good night. As they walked, he nearly reached out to steady her a few times as she flailed her arms like an utter fool but caught herself as he took a strong step forward. Jace was feeling a little silly having not tried using this door before. He didn’t even now it was there. It was out of the way, and it must have not seen it. Or was far too focused on all the other annoying sounds in the joint that he didn’t notice the annoying loud buzz of the light. She stopped though, he watched the steam of her breath roll up I front of her features. Part of him wondered if she was going to realize she needed keys that she didn’t have, or that it was just locked and they walked over here for nothing.

But there was a hand now being pushed at him. He looked at it. Not fully sure he wanted to take it. He never really understood the need to shake someone’s hand. Or well, touch them. But that could also be how he felt about humans in general. You didn’t play with your food, well unless you were Max. She introduced herself. “I know, your name tag said so.” He said bringing up his hand to push the opened jacket back so his finger could press along the cheap nametag, traces of old names still mixing with her own. “Not sure how he thought that was Stacy.” He mused before brushing pass her hand and flicking the door open and pushing letting his hand press along her back to ease her in. He paused for a moment listening. It sounded like everyone was either still in their rooms or, they were in the lobby by now. He started to peek out, a door opening before a couple rushed down the hallway. It looked like they had finished packing all of their stuff. He glanced over his shoulder and waved, moving towards his door, as his hand went to slip into pocket. The pocket he didn’t have anymore. His eyes jerked back. “They key is in your left pocket-never mind.” He huffed knowing she’d have to waste time getting her hands free from the prison of leather.

He got close, really close, as his hand felt for the pocket, it swung a little, getting a frustrated grunt from him before he grabbed it, jerking his hand in awkwardly before jerking the key out. He flipped it around in his hand with ease and pushed it into the door before quickly opening it and walking in first, he stepped out of the way so she could walk in and then closed the door behind her. He locked it as he jammed the key into his jeans this time already walking pass her. Still he hadn’t told her, his name or really said anything. It did give her a chance to look at the perfect room he had been hiding in for a week without letting anyone in it. Spotless save for the broken smoke he left in the room earlier. He had moved across the room to grab one of the two chairs in the room and waved her out of the way as he carried it was if it weighted nothing. He adjusted up along the door, figuring that may freak her out. “Your boss is a nutjob, if he happens to get a second I wouldn’t put it pass him to come marching to my room. If he figures out it was me and I was in this room.” He said with a shrug. He then flicked the light on in the bathroom. The light flickered like crazy, buzzing loudly as he reached for the clean towel he picked up early. He gripped it tightly before the sound of the fabric ripping raced through the room. “Come wash your hand.” It wasn’t a request.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2017 at 5:49 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] Cecile glanced around the spotless room. He was neat, or at least cleaned up after himself. There was really no other way to explain the room looking so [i]un[/i]lived in after how long he’d been there. Then again, Ceci supposed he might never spend time in the room either. He could be like her brother. Always out and about. Only ever at ‘home’ when it was time to sleep.

His blocking the door with the chair received a wary look from her. The tilt of her head and the squinty eyed expression was probably what prompted him to explain the reason quickly. Cecile didn’t blame him. Later that night, if she wasn’t ushered away to a new motel, she’d be doing the same thing.

Her mouth made that soundless [i]oh[/i] shape before she was met with a new surprise.

“I told you, it’s really not that bad. A little nick and some swelling.” she protested sheepishly. But even as she did, Ceci shrugged out of his jacket to drape over a dresser then stepped over to the sink to wash her hands. The bruising she could ignore so long as she didn’t try to move her fingers, but the soap stung the small open wound. She winced, letting out a slow hiss from between her teeth. Once it was clean, she shook the water from her hands and glared at the deep color starting to form under her skin.

“…okay, it does hurt a little. You also haven’t told me your name?”

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Touch of Insanity – Feb 5, 2017 at 5:13 PM

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She was good at listening, this would make tonight so much easier. This was so dumb of him. He shouldn’t do this, but he could feel his hunger driving his logical thinking. He wouldn’t let this mistake happen again. What if tonight would finally give Ezekiel the lead he needed to find him again? He felt the small spike of fear but as she worked over her hand, hissing softly his eyes shot down to her hand. He now had a few pieces of cloth in his hands. He already made his choice. If he had to run to the coast and sneak on a boat he would. As she finished, speaking again he chuckled softly. He reached forward, taking her fingers. “I’ll tell you if your good.” He hushed softly, letting the lull of his voice trigger that reaction of a vampire’s pray. Submission. He kept his voice low, a soft rumble from deep in his chest, yet it was soothing and smooth to her ears. “This may hurt.” He hushed before he straightened her fingers, taking that moment to quickly wrap the ripped fabric around her knuckles, before flipping her hand over to knot it tightly on the underside of her hand, so the knot wouldn’t press up uncomfortable along the already tender skin.

He looked over his work, slowly turning her hand over in his hand before slowly letting his eyes glance to her own. “Not so bad huh?” He said, keeping his voice low, he knew pain could snap her from any allure, daze, haze or lull he had put her in and wanted to make sure she was dragged deeper into it. He needed to test it. “Go sit on the bed while I pack.” He ordered, keeping his eyes locked with her own, he couldn’t stop the water in his mouth. He wasn’t going to hold back tonight. He couldn’t. He was going to be bad for the first time in a while, and it excited him in a way he never got excited for. After all when you have lived as long as him, the motions of life mix and blend. There is life, death, more life and then death. It just went around and around while he stood still watching the world unfold in the same pattern. He believe this excitement solely came from his vampire instinct. The need to feed, and those lustful urges that carry over from your humanity.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Feb 6, 2017 at 11:36 PM

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His eyes were such a deep blue. She had noticed before, but now standing so close to him while he murmured instructions in a soft croon, Cecile found herself sucked in. It was a strange sort of feeling. Something magnetic and fuzzy; one of those scenes that felt intimate. Her inner romantic inclinations were chirping about tender moments, but logic was trying to stress this was a [i]stranger[/i]. She still didn’t even know his name. Even so, Cecile felt compelled to trust him. He showed her kindness, and she was curious. There was no other way for her to respond.

“Hmm.” Her expression heavy lidded, Cecile nodded hazily and turned away. Her fingers brushed lightly over the wrapping on her hand as she sank slowly to a seat on the edge of the bed.

“It does feel better.” she admitted after a moment of silence. Then Cecile cast him another bewildered, curious blink. “Your [i]name[/i] though. Do you have one, or do you prefer being the mysterious nameless hero?” It seemed that even with her slow daze, that was one bit she wasn’t going to let go of.

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Touch of Insanity – Feb 7, 2017 at 10:20 PM

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She turned without protest. A soft sound leaving her lips. He took in a deeper breath. Control Jace. He couldn’t lose it now. She was a nice girl and he wanted her to make through what he was going to put her through tonight. Luckily it’d be easy for her to forget with how easily she was put under his spell. He followed after her, watching her sit on the bed. He for once wasn’t fully sure how to start. He really was getting rusty with dealing with the nice ones. She wasn’t some whore club girl, or some criminal. Jace always tried to not feed off of the homeless. It was never their fault they were there, and if they were there because of drugs, their blood was no better then trying to drink from an animal. She spoke again, about her hand as he walked towards her. Looking down at her, his fingers dancing along the rims of her pockets not wanting to push them in, but needed something to do. He was figuring out how he wanted to do this. Feed first? Sex first? Or maybe he could hold himself and be like Max. He may do that. It was feeling like that kind of day. Not that he liked lowering himself to that level.

She blinked, looking up at him, asking for his name again. He’d tell it to her, just not yet. His leaned forward, finally placing his hands on either side of the bed, closing in on her. He kept his blue eyes locked with her dark brown ones. “I’m not a hero. I’m so very far from one.” He whispered before he leaned in, kissing her softly. He wanted to see how she’d react to that. If she was far enough under or, if she’d need a little more allure thrown at her. He was already starting to push her back with his kiss, wanting her to lay down.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Feb 22, 2017 at 2:38 AM

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Cecile was all [i]befuddled[/i]. It was the only way to describe it. She hadn’t realized what he was trying to do until his lips pressed softly against her own. Her eyes went wide immediately and she squeaked out a muffled [i]hrmph![/i]– even went as far as to rest her hand against his shoulder as if she were going to push him away. But that’s precisely where she got stuck, warring between three very different kind of thoughts; the strange out of body feeling like this was more of a dream than real life, a moment of romanticized elation at a surprise kiss from the night’s hero, and that teeny tiny little voice whispering in the back of her mind that something about this just wasn’t [i]right[/i] or how she’d normally behave.

In the end, she was coaxed by the subtle movements of his mouth and with tentative curiosity she responded. Gently testing the pressure with a brush of her lips even as her body yielded backwards with little resistance. It wasn’t until her back hit the springy mattress, with her hair fanning out like a pool around her head that the doubtful whispering started kicking in again.

“Ahm-” she started, after pulling free and sucking in a deep breath. But as soon as she locked in to his eyes again, she forgot what she was protesting or even going to say. Ceci looked a bit bewildered, her hand moving from his shoulder to brush her fingers, feather soft over his mouth.

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Touch of Insanity – Feb 25, 2017 at 9:26 PM

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Jace’s eyes were closed. Even if she did snap out of his control for a moment, she wouldn’t get far. The hitch in her breathing, the thudding of her heart. The heat of her hands pressing on his shoulders over his shirt. He could feel her heat seeping into him, drowning out that every numbing cold that he was. There were only ever two moments were he ever felt warm, or even hot. Right after draining a body dry, or while in the midst of a fuck with a living, blood flowing person. Down, down, down they went. Jace’s hands on either side of her head, his body starting to press down along hers. Their lips moving together, as his tongue flicked out, grazing along her lower lip. God, he wanted to just sink his fangs into her flesh. But then she’d be too dazed for any good fucking. No matter how much feeding may make her feel good, it’d drag her deeper, and deeper into a lull of his control.

She made another sound, breaking their contact for a moment. It was only then that his blue’s fluttered back open meeting hers. “I promise to be gentle.” He breathed before leaning in again, but before he could get far, his fingers and pressed along his slightly parted lips. It was hard not to let his lips pull back to expose his fangs. He wanted to ravage her. He had surely gone too long without feeding to be like this. He rolled his shoulders a little, her grip tightening on the comforter under his hands. The fabric which had been left untouched all this week had finally become crinkled, as his mouth opened more, taking two of her fingers into his mouth, letting his tongue brush along the pads. His eyes were sharp, his stare hard, his erection growing in his pants already. He could feel the blood pumping through the thin layer of flesh he could so easily break in a blink.

He pulled back slowly, before reaching up to take her fingers and pressing them to his chest, before leaned in again this time bypassing her lip, his lips still slightly parted, his breath brushed along his jaw as he leaned in, kissing the corner of her neck just below her ear. His free hand dragged along the comforter, crumbling it more as his fingers dragged along the fabric, his chest lowered, crushing her hand between their bodies as he kissed lower along her neck, hips pressing to her own, before his jaw open more, letting the very tip of his fang brush along her skin. He couldn’t stop the groan that built up in his chest. The sensation that would rush through her, would be thrilling, as if waiting for that pleasuring feeling. It wasn’t sharp, chilling, before he kissed along her neck again, this time sucking as his other hand holding hers let go and slipped down to pluck at her uniform. It had to come off.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – Mar 22, 2017 at 3:09 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga] All of her concern and doubt got locked up tight in to a box and shoved away in to nice dark closet in the back of her mind. It could have been the way he said [i]I promise to be gentle[/i] with just a breath; or it could have been how her whole body had flushed warm a heady fog. Cecile wasn’t so sheltered that she didn’t recognize desire for what it was. She read books, she watched TV, she had crushes and flirted on occasion. This was just… so much more than she was expecting it to be like. As if she’d drank several swallows of alcohol, could feel it burning through her bloodstream, and then just couldn’t stop drinking.

Somewhere between her sigh at his the scrape of his teeth against her neck and the feel of his hand plucking away at her uniforms buttons Cecile decided she definitely wanted this. She was an adult woman and it felt so [i]good[/i]- there wasn’t any reason for this to be a bad idea. People did this all the time; strangers hooking up for something quick and passionate. This moment was hers.

Ceci had imagined she’d instantly be the sexy temptress, thought she would throw him the heated looks and seamlessly get them both undressed. But her shaking hands fumbled when trying to grasp at his shirt near his sides to pull it up. When she opened her mouth to say something, she couldn’t quite think of just the right sultry thing and just sputtered a nervous laugh. After biting in to her own lip, she gave up, gripping his head gently with both her hands to pull him eye to eye with her.

“I haven’t… done this before.” she whispered sheepishly, before following it up with another tentative kiss. With her confession out of the way, she got a little braver. Grazing his lips with the tip of her tongue before delving in to his mouth.

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Touch of Insanity – Mar 27, 2017 at 4:30 PM

[justify][fieldbox=When The Clothes Come Off, #084fd1] [imga=left]http://i.imgur.com/qBAPDQF.jpg[/imga]The top came loose first and he used that moment to start pulling it off the rest of the way. His other hand moving to support her bodies in the right places. His hands would still feel a bit cold, but not anything to shock her system. Once the shirt was out of his way he tossed it off to the side. It landed in a crumpled mess on top of the dresser beside the TV in the room. She grabbed his shirt next, he didn’t lean back in yet, knowing his arms would have to move up and over his head. He could hear the way her heart thudded in her chest, he had enough self-control that he hadn’t just bite into her. No matter how hungry he was, it wasn’t like this had been the most starved state. No thirst he had, had was like that moment when his eyes first opened on the night of his change.

Her giggle was nervous, he didn’t miss that. He started to help her pull the shirt up and over his head. As she spoke his eyes shot to hers before her lips were on his. He groaned softly into the kiss, pressing her down into the bed again. His lips parted to let their tongues brush, before he cut it short. With her grip on his shirt, he stepped back and out of it. He smirked down at her, as the shirt fell slack in her hands, and now his upper body was fully exposed to her eyes. He took this moment to kicked off his shoes.

Jace was a broad build man. His body hadn’t changed at all after his change. He had been a well-built man, from slaving away for hours in the sun taking care of his family’s farm. The curves of his muscles were well defined, but rather then that nice bright tan he had gotten over the years, his skin had paled some from the glow it once had. He slipped down onto his knees as his fingers were sliding up her tights. His eyes locked onto hers as he kissed her knee just before his fingers grasping her waist band around her hips. He let his fingers dragging along her skin, dipping a bit deeper under the fabric as if to tease her of what he was about to do. He wasn’t going to give her the chance to get out of this, so he would lure her into a sense of security. “I promise you’ll love it.” He said softly before finally pulling down her bottoms, leaving her panties for the time being. If he took them both now, she may get freaked out with it being her first time. Slow was the key.

As the fabric of her clothes when down pass her knees, he took this moment to kiss the inside of her thigh. He slowly moved up her thigh towards her sex, hovering over her legs now, having forced them slightly part in order to kiss, her before he dropped her bottoms at her ankles. His hands gripped her thighs again, pulling her a bit more forward, as he skipped over her sex, kissing just above her panties, this time allowing his tongue to run slowly along her skin. His eyes still watching for her every reaction. He wanted to know what she liked, because the more the woman enjoyed it, the more he did. Besides it was only fair for when he buried his fangs into her to feed. He already knew when the perfect moment to do it was.[/fieldbox][/justify]

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Divinatas – May 6, 2017 at 3:11 AM

[imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/01/cecille_f.png[/imga]”I’m not worried,” came her breathless response. That may have been a lie. Cecile was a [I]little[/I] worried. You couldn’t be heading super fast on a runaway train towards your devirginizing without being a little scared. Still, he had a way of making her feel safe. The worry was nothing but a little tiny thing so far in the back of her mind, she almost didn’t notice it at all anymore.

It could be because he was so handsome. Flawless muscled skin. Cecile figured he must be another night shift person like her, because he had that same pale sunless skin. And bit by bit, with every article of clothing he peeled away she was more and more exposed. She knew she had a pretty face, but rest of her felt unimpressive. Cecile didn’t have the curves men seemed to like so much. She was just a bit too thin, a bit too small; she looked like she would break. Some perverts seemed to be in to that, but this man didn’t behave like the typical shady hotel guest.

She wouldn’t be in his bed letting him lave his tongue all over her skin if he was.

Cecile shivered, her hands curling in to the bed sheets. She squirmed a little when his mouth came dangerously close to her panty line. Almost subconsciously her legs widened a bit further while she dug her teeth in to her lip.

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Touch of Insanity – May 9, 2017 at 2:22 PM

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Jace felt the way her legs dipped apart every so slightly, pushing against his hands along the sides of her legs. She squirmed with a tight grip on the bed sheets. He let one of her fangs drag ever so softly along her skin. It made him shiver with delight, before the fang caught the line of her panties. He used that moment to grip them with his teeth, dragging them down, as his chin brushed down her, making sure to press a little harder as he got to her clit before dragging down towards her folds and then pulling back. His eyes dipped down towards her sex, taking in a deeper breath as he let go of her panties. He could spell her arousal, it made him throb all the harder. He was suddenly wishing she had taken those off already.

His hand smoothly ran up her legs again, catching her panties and dragging them down to her knees so they would drop to the floor. He thought about teasing her more, but with his hungry and his own need for a pleasing touch, he stood up. He still had to remove her bra, but he could do that in a moment. “Would you like to? Or shall I?” He asked not shy of looking her in the eyes, that flash of sexual need reflecting much like a hungry animal hunting down it’s pray. He smiled at her smugly, as his own hand brushed over his hidden erection, fingers gliding up towards the button showing her, if she didn’t want to, he was going to snap the release of the button.[/fieldbox][/JUSTIFY]

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Divinatas – Jun 26, 2017 at 8:53 AM

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It was so strange how a flush of heat could send chills down her spine. Her ears were burning and so was the back of her neck. If she touched a glass of water, Cecile was sure it’d evaporate with a steamy hiss. She rose up on to her palms, almost at eye level with the hands hovering at the button of his jeans. Her teeth bit in to her bottom lip. Now was the time to back out if she really didn’t want to do this. But no matter what scenario she dreamed up, she kept circling back to the same answer.

Gingerly Ceci reached out, brushing his hands gently out of the way before she hooked her fingers in to the waistband of his jeans. She was still worrying her lip with her teeth even as she popped the button loose and slid the zipper of his pants down using a single finger. Cecile didn’t stop there, though. Her heavy gaze flickered upwards just for a moment, catching the look on his face as she tugged not only his jeans down, but the thin fabric of his boxers.

When she glanced back down, Cecile found herself face to face with his twitching erection. She sucked in a sharp breath. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen a dick. A girl couldn’t work graveyard shifts at seedy motels and questionable diners without getting flashed a few times. But she’d never actually been close enough to touch. Even now she hesitated, choosing instead to lean forward and press her lips gently to a spot just under his belly button.

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Touch of Insanity – Jul 9, 2017 at 10:56 AM

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She sat there watching his hand. His finger started to circle along the button, like a ticking clock, hoping she would make up her mind as she bite her lip. His hunger wasn’t getting easier to deal with. He had already locked on her as his meal for the night. This was going to happen if she consented or not. After all, none of that matters when she wouldn’t remember the next morning, that he’d never stay to see her world fall apart from his dark needs. His tongue pressed to his one fang as his finger then tapped along the metal button. She finally reached forward and let out a long breath he had been holding. Breathing although seeming natural at first, as a vampire as old as he, it was almost hard to remember to do it sometimes.

His hand fell to his side as she got to work, what did surprise him, was the fact she hadn’t wasted a second in undoing his pants, she didn’t fumble around, and down they went. His erection springing up in her face. He was quiet, waiting for her reaction, as her eyes settled on him. He could hear her heart. Part of him was half expecting her to suddenly back out. Yet as she started to lean forward, he was hoping she was going to push it in her mouth. He could already feel the groan hanging on the tip of his tongue, but rather she kissed just under his belly button. His cock twitched with need as exhaled another long breath. He took this moment to reach around her, fingers catching the back of her bra, with a quick snap of his fingers, it came free as if he had done that many times before. His fingers slowly started to drag up her back, pressing a bit harder on her spin. As he got to her neck, his fingers slide up the side, pausing for a moment over her pulse, a heavier breath leaving him as his cock twitched again. It carried on much to his own desire to keep it there to the under side of her chin, forcing her head up to look at him.

“Did you want to have some fun first or should I push you back?” He said his tone serious, yet soft, low almost like a pur. He could wait just a little longer. . . right?[/fieldbox][/JUSTIFY]

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Misc RP Logs

Zenith Dragon Riders

[Tynebris remains silent.] -05:46 Dec 09
[Mathew Ramhorn is waiting for the group to give them their assignment.] -06:02 Dec 09
[Dannon is a TRAINEE and a terrible one at that. Whomever thought taking HER on this mission must really hate the group leaders.] -06:02 Dec 09
[Marcus is usually just instructing new trainees these days, but today he’ll be going out into the field…] -06:04 Dec 09
[Nina was here after she had heard that a person as important as a dragon rider went missing. Despite being one of the heroes of the realm, ordinary troubles like this did not slip under her radar, mostly because they were the ones which usually lead to the most trouble. As such, she arrived punctually, wearing her red, beautifully detailed knight’s armour and her sword that was similarly detailed. Her armour was sleek, but also angled so it could deflect blows off easily and its layers were forged so that the plates had subtly visible, flame-like pattern on them. Her sword, though, was purely functional and a simple single-handed one with an elegant, long blade.] -06:06 Dec 09
[Morramox came down from the Draelovian Order from Clovengard to aid the service of the party and to send a report on the lost Dragon.] -06:08 Dec 09
Mathew Ramhorn: "Thank you all for coming," the old man with a slight limp said as he paced in front of the small group. "As you all know, three weeks ago Brigid Dunmunn and her dragon, Telor, were sent out into the Dunewaste. Neither have been seen or heard of since. Myrr is a dangerous region, but this should have not been too difficult for a dragon tamer. We fear the worse, but the only way to be sure of what has befallen Dunmunn is to send out a party. This is considered a recovery party, not a rescue. We have no hope in either being alive." The man said all this in a steady voice but his eyes looked haunted. "Any questions?" -06:10 Dec 09
Nina: "Sir," said Nina, stepping forward slightly and saluting towards Mathew as a sign of mutual respect despite her position. "Do we know the last position of the dragon, sir?" asked Nina. Knowing that would make the job a lot easier, because it could reduce the searching area by a large margin. "For that matter, sir, are there any witnesses that can help us recover the Brigid and her dragon, sir?" -06:15 Dec 09
Dannon: "I guess this means at least one of us is going to die too. That’s the only reason why you send a group." she muttered under her breath. Dannon was a dragon tamer. Though no one would consider her dragin tame by any means. In fact, the monstrocity that was called her dragon was currently no where to be seen, despite the fact the beast was abnormally huge. That was never a good sign. -06:16 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Tynebris got too distracted for their own good…] -06:21 Dec 09
Mathew Ramhorn: "There is a serious lack of information unfortunately, however we do have a good idea of where to start the search." Despite Dannon speaking under her breath, the older man gave her a nasty look before looking over at Nina again. "Marcus has been given the coordinance to the starting location for the search. We also have someone accompnaying all of you that has been to the Dunewaste of Myrr more then once. In fact…" The man looked up at the sky. As the others did so as well it seemed a piece of the sun had detached from it’s father and was coming to earth. -06:21 Dec 09
[Mathew Ramhorn is now known as: Lady Oya Thundersong] -06:21 Dec 09
Morramox: The large figure stands almost completely twice as tall as the tallest person in this hall. Though it was not rare to see Solmandarians walking amongst crowds in this town, it was quite rare to see one dawning those of Monastery garments. His face was garb in cloth mask traditional of Monks of Draelov, only exposing his large Green, Reptilian eyes. He placed his large hand over the shoulder of the young human who voiced her fear of death. "Fear not, Childling. Draelov watches those whom would do his will, Warmbloods and Coldbloods. I shall be his hand on this day and will be your Sheild against the Breath of the Abyss." -06:22 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: It was however not a piece of the sun, but the irridesent hide of a dragon, and one known by many of the Tamers for her and her tamer will well known, though not exactly thought of as young warriors. -06:23 Dec 09
Morramox: (Errr, Make that Solamandarians. Rolls off the tongue better) -06:23 Dec 09
[Kiest enters.] -06:23 Dec 09
[Niam ] -06:24 Dec 09
Nina: "Sir," said Nina, stepping backwards and dropping her salute, then she looked towards the skies. Immediately recognising the dragon and the one who rode on it, Nina respectfully nodded towards it. Though Oya Thundersong has not landed yet, she prepared herself for a proper welcome of the legendary dragon Tamer, but she also wondred if she was going to recognise her. But she put that thought aside and instead, focused on the task to come along with the dangers it represented. -06:28 Dec 09
[Kiest was one of the notorious thieves who just happened to have befriended a nasty little spitfire of a dragon, the creature’s lust for riches just as strong as its master. Unfortunately the dragon lived up to its name, Spit Fire….and tended to spit such fire at whatever got close to it. Most of the time it was just a bug or annoying sparrow, that quickly became lunch, but he has been known to char humans. The dragon was a blur of dark reds and oranges. It stalked around outside, sniffing at trees and blowing a few flames into the winds, waiting for the group it knew was coming. Its master wouldn’t have made it wait there if they weren’t planning to steal soon. Kiest was only a few yards away, ducking behind a tree as he waited for the group that was supposed to be some sort of search party, arrive. When they appeared his eyes narrowed eagerly. Their dragons were large and well-muscled but his was long and swift, a small dragon by nature but one unmatched with its speed in the skies. This should be entertaining… ] -06:30 Dec 09
Dannon: Dannon tried to glare back at the old guy before he vanished, but found herself much more interested in the descending dragon, popping itself right out of the sun. At first, she hadn’t a clue of who it could be. Just thought to herself that all of the flash was unnecessary. Then her mouth formed that silent oh the closer the massive dragon got. Dannon had never met the Lady Oya Thundersong, but everyone sun her praises. Though, for the life of her, she couldn’t remember anything but a dirty ballad about her breasts that moment. That’s when she realized her dragon was not in a proper place to greet the lady. "Shoot!" Dannon whistled around for the beast, waving her arms about trying to get it to come back before Lady Oya landed. -06:31 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Soon enough Mayain, Oya’s dragon, landed. Her wings only making a slight gust of wind. Before her wings were gently tucked in place, the figure that rode her leapped down with practice ease. Oya took off her hood so that she could look around at the assmepled pary properly. Her white hair neatly braided behind her and her green eyes sparkingly. "Pardon my tardiness, but it was suggested I wait until old Ramhorn was done talking before I joined you." -06:35 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Marcus was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.] -06:37 Dec 09
[Dacian stood near his dragon frowning at what all had been said. Next to him stood his stocky dragon, who seem to hold a disinterest in the conversation going on. He wanted to move already, not stand around and talk about moving. Hos young dragon tamer patted his flank as he stared up at the sky and watched the brilliant dragon plummet to the Earth in all its legendary glory. “Patients, Ryual,” he assured softly.] -06:37 Dec 09
[Marcus ] -06:37 Dec 09
Marcus: "Lady Oya." Marcus stepped forward from the back of the group to recieve the woman he’d be working with, the line of his jaw taught beneath blond stubble. His voice was perhaps a little too curt, but he’d been friends with Brigid Dunmunn for a long time, and he’d been the first to volunteer for the search. He also had a legend or two to his name. In other words, he had earned the right to be a little rude. The cat-sized dragon that perched on his shoulder mewled, looking back and forth between Oya’s (much larger) dragon and its master, and Marcus idly stroked a rough finger along its long neck; it thrummed in contentment, settling down and stretching its front claws. The instructor’s sharp eyes swept over the assembled group, his grimace badly hidden. "I believe we survived the wait." -06:37 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: "Marcus," is all she said in return, but she put her hand on his forearm and squeezed it. It had been a while since she had spoken to him last. Long before the disappearance of Brigid. Once she let go she gave another look around then looked at Marcus once more. "Have you chosen yet who will ride double?" In other words she was offering to have another ride with her. -06:40 Dec 09
[Nina simply bowed before Lady Oya Thundersong, knowing just how important she was to all of the dragon tamers. She did not open her mouth to speak because she never was very good at protocol, so her deep, long bow would have to do as a gesture of greeting, then she straightened up and surveyed the ones around her. Of course, most people had their dragons with them, but unlike them or the dragon-tamers whose dragons were disobedient, she did not have one at all. She wondered if someone will offer her a ride or if she will have to use her power to claim the skies.] -06:41 Dec 09
Kiest: Kiest kept still as he watched but his dragon was another story. It had the attention span of a salamander and was now currently percked in a tree…upside down, drooling lava as it stared at the small dragon perched upon a man’s shoulder. That would make a yummy snack! Thankfully Kiest saw the little demon and signaled it to stay. That got the creature’s attention but unfortunately it didn’t care enough to listen. Guess he should have fed it before they left. Spit-Fire bounded out of the tree cover, heading straight for Marcus. It ran more like a cheetah than most dragons but stil had a good three hundred pounds of muscles for its small size behind it. -06:42 Dec 09
Morramox: Morramox was asked by the leader of this search party to help aid with the search party and to help bring ease to the Dragons that were involved. Drae Tongue wasn’t a thing that was too uncommon, especially amongst the Solamandarians and The Order, so there was no particular reason why it was nessicary that Morramox specifically needed to come on the mission. But there was business that he strongly felt needed investigating in the area of Myrr, both coralating personal and Order business. He nodded his head in respect at Master Mayain. "It has been too long since I’ve seen you, Master Mayain." he spoke in the Drae Tongue to the Large Dragon. "I see that you have had many stories to be told with the Warmblood Thundesong. If you find yourself with leisure to spend, I would be honor to be regailed by hearing those tales." -06:42 Dec 09
Nina: The familiar noise stirred Nina, who could not believe her ears. Combat? So soon? And they were barely inside the Dunewaste, or rather, they did not even set foot. Without sparing another glance at her comrades or trying to measure them once again, the young woman spun around in a quick motion, drawing her sword at the same time and reflexively stepped into the path of the dragon, bracing herself for impact. She knew that the steel of hers would hold, that her fire-forged will would bend the dragon out of the way and her sword would hit true, so her eyes were full of conviction and bravery, not the fear they should have held in front of such a monster. -06:46 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: A mew like sound came from the large dragon and it showed it’s row of sharp fangs at Morramox in an imitation of a human grin. Dragons did not possess the intelligence of humans or Solamandarians, but they did have their own language and culture of sorts and aknowledgement of that outside of the Tamers was rare. -06:48 Dec 09
Dannon: At least it couldn’t be said that Dannon didn’t have quick reflexes too. Or maybe it was just because she was already waving her arms around trying to find her missing dragon that she spotted the interloper trying to charge at the party. "DAMMIT, YOU STUPID DRAGON! AT LEAST ATTACK THE BAD GUY!" What luck! Dannon’s summoning worked, because suddenly leaping out of the foresty trees was a HUGE, HIDEOUS, MONSTER of a dragon bounding it’s way to the rescue. …except it went barreling for Nina to tackle that women instead. "No no! Argh…!" -06:49 Dec 09
Marcus: Marcus opened his mouth to answer, but turned at the commotion. Quickly getting a grasp of the situation, he moved to meet Spit-Fire head on, his fist connecting soundly with the small dragon’s snout. His own dragon leapt atop Spit-Fire’s head, teeth sinking into the beast’s ear, as Marcus got the stupid thing into a headlock and wrestled it to the ground. "Whoever you are," he spoke up, voice dripping in irritation as he gritted his teeth, "you’d best learn to control your dragon." He shoved Spit-Fire’s face toward the dirt so that its drool wouldn’t spray at any of the bystanders as he looked around for the culprit. -06:50 Dec 09
[Tynebris , a black scaled dragon, remains silent, observing the group curiously from a safe distance, sitting on the ground, trying to use as less space as possible.] -06:53 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: (Dragons are not human intelligent, FYI) -06:54 Dec 09
Kiest: The small dragon gave several disgruntled barks as he it was subdued only a few feet from its former lunch. Damnit! Kiest growled at his stupid dragon’s antics. They were supposed to follow without being seen, not get caught before the group even leaves! However, he couldn’t leave his stupid, but somehow useful, partner in the hands of those people. With a tired sigh he straightened and flipped his hood up, then headed over with a calm gate. The man was about six foot tall with short silver hair that always appeared mussed. His eyes were a dark red as they watched Marcus touch his dragon. He was wearing a pair of riding slacks and a black worn shirt. Obviously he wasn’t of nobility, or anything close, but he held himself as if he were just as important as everyone else. "Spit-Fire, come." The dragon paused in its struggling abruptly and then yanked backwards, slipping from Marcus’s hold and trotting back to its master, tail wagging and all. -06:56 Dec 09
Nina: That was one problem solved when a fist connected with Spit-Fire’s face, but another problem presented itself soon. However, Nina was not afraid to face such a thing in combat, even though it was many times larger than her. Instead, she braced herself for impact, shifting her stance into the correct position and checked that she had enough space. Then her eyes went back to the huge dragon charging towards her and when the moment came… She jumped out of the way, sending the dragon tumbling towards the ground as it attempted to tackle her. Landing on the head of the dragon, Nina expertly aimed her sword at the centre of its neck, a brief spark flying from it into the distance and lightning her armour. -06:57 Dec 09
Morramox: The commotions between what seemed to be a whelp and one of the warmbloods caught his attention, ending his small talk with Master Mayain earlier than to be expected. The whelp was called off before he was able to try to speak with it, leaving the Warmblood Marcus and his dragon. "Master Marcus, are there any wounds for which I can heal?" He spoke the same to Marcus’ dragon. -07:01 Dec 09
Dacian: Ryual reared and snapped as monster of a creature flung itself out of nearby trees and at a girl not that far away from him and Dacian. Dacian shouted and motioned for his beast to calm down before he injured something or another. -07:02 Dec 09
Dannon: "Quit trying to knife Bobcat. He’s liable to get revenge on you later for the embarassment." Dannon shouted at Nina. She had to break away from eyeballing Marcus. Marcus, who so swiftly and elegantly punched that interloper in the face that Dannon could have siiiiiiighed dreamily if she weren’t now trying to climb on the back of her own dragon and shove Nina off. "Go on! Get off already." -07:03 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Oya crossed her arms looking at what had transpired. Not even in the air yet and already trouble was chasing them. This was an ill omen if the lady had ever seen one. "This foolishness is wasting time." -07:03 Dec 09
Marcus: As Spit-Fire trotted off, Marcus’s dragon hopped back to the earth, looking remarkably self-satisfied. After a measuring glance at Kiest, Marcus filed the man away as a Problem That Could Wait and instead focused on the huge monster that was nearly atop one of the heroes of the realm. He would recognize that great hulk anywhere. He didn’t move a muscle to interfere with this one. Yet. Dannon needed to learn to clean up her own messes. When Morramox inquired after wounds, he gave a swift shake of his head, eyes remaining on the trainee and her dragon. "…Dannon. You have three minutes to get him under control. We need to leave." -07:05 Dec 09
Kiest: The small red dragon was fuming to its master, drooling a bit as it paced around in circles before him. It wasn’t fair that he got hit for wanting lunch! What was such a tiny dragon good for besides a quick meal anyways? It wasn’t like they were good fighters or anything close to that! Kiest just shook his head and watched, waiting for the creature to calm itself. -07:08 Dec 09
Nina: "I did not know he was your dragon," said Nina simply to Dannon as she sheated her sword. In all honesty, she thought it was a wild one and had been preparing to kill it, but she did not want to harm a fellow warrior’s dragon. "I am sorry," she said, then with a single leap, she was off the dragon, landing in a crouch. Again, a brief spark flew off the blade of her sword as she did so, quickly burning up in the air. Like always, her landing was elegant and sure-footed, ready for any enemy. "Are we all good to go? Lady Oya is right," said Nina as she eyed the people surrounding her. -07:08 Dec 09
Dannon: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ve got him now!" she practically squeaked out at Marcus, who was just so so handsome when he was annoyed. Dannon cast her glaring at Nina like it was entirely Nina’s fault that Bobcat chose the wrong person to pounce. Patting her dragon on the neck, the beast – and it truely was the unfortunate looking bastard – plopped back up on it’s haunches, and thumped it’s tail back and forth on the ground. "We are ready to hit the skies when everyone else is." -07:14 Dec 09
Dacian: Dacian frowned and took the opportunity to mount his dragon, using his beast’s knee to give him a boost onto the saddle. "Ryaul and I are ready," he announced, the midnight scaled dragon shifting restlessly. -07:16 Dec 09
Nina: "Oh that is right," said Nina as she turned back to Dannon. "I am sorry that we got off the wrong foot, but I do not have a dragon myself and yours looks big enough. Can I ride with you?" asked Nina, knowing very well what the answer will be most likely. If that was not the case, though, she could save using her power for later when it would actually prove useful. -07:17 Dec 09
Morramox: He was surprised to see that one of the younger, more brash Dragons was already paired up with a warmblood. The slightly cowardly childling. "Ahh…Honorable Young Master Bobcat…I do believe we have not had the honor of mee-" Bobcat completely ignored him and continued stare on in admiration of the childling Dannon. "Perhaps I should introduce myself at a better time, Young Master…" He turned his attention to rest of the group. "If anyone else is unharmed, I do believe we should make haste. We shouldn’t not linger too long, lest the night blankets the skies and we invite ourselves to Jaws of the Abyss." -07:18 Dec 09
Dannon: "Nope, I’d rather not ride with someone who has no problem killing dragons, wild or not. Plus, I am pretty sure Bobcat won’t been keen on it e-…ther…" Dannon trailed off as the weird scaley guy started talking to her dragon. Bobcat seemed to not care, at least. Dannon crossed her arms. "…but yeah. Forget it. No one is riding with me." -07:19 Dec 09
Marcus: "In answer to your earlier question," Marcus began; he was looking at Nina, but from the way his voice carried, it was clear he was addressing the group. "I think it is best if Nina and… Bobcat not be kept together for the time being. She’ll ride with you, Oya." It wasn’t a question. "Dacian, take Morramox with you. And I will be riding with Dannon," he went on, growling. "She’s due a lecture or three." The trainee was Not in Marcus’s Good Graces right now. -07:22 Dec 09
Marcus: ((Whoops, that first Nina should be Oya)) -07:22 Dec 09
Kiest: Spit-Fire glanced over his shoulder at another dragon, Bobcat, if it remembered correctly. He slinked away from Kiest to nudge at Bobcat’s sides, then duck around and spit a tiny flame at it’s muzzle before darting onto its back. Kiest was just shaking his head, one hand going to his forehead. Sometimes this dragon was just not worth his trouble. -07:23 Dec 09
Nina: That response was perfectly expected, but the second one was not expected at all, so Nina just opened her mouth, then she closed it. After that, she turned towards Oya Thundersong, and not knowing what to say, she bowed deeply before her, even touching the floor with her right knee. "It will be an honour to fly with you." -07:24 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Tynebris was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.] -07:25 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: "Come along young. It’s best not to press issues when they haven’t had a chance to cool any–" Oya saw the smallish dragon try to antagonize Dannon’s Bobcat. "Come along, I’ll boost you up." -07:25 Dec 09
Dannon: Oh gods. Marcus went from super hot, to down right scary. Lectures? No amount of good looks was going to make a lecture from Marcus any good. Especially if he was forgoing his own dragon in favor of taking her down a peg or two. "Yes sir." she mumbled. Of course while Dannon was getting the fear put in to her, Bobcat snapped at the fire-spitted annoyance. Snapped so fast it now had a Spit-fire in it’s mouth and was trying to chew it. Dannon turned to mount her dragon, and blinked curiously at it’s now-full mouth. "Swallow that before we take off. I don’t want you barfing mid-air again." -07:27 Dec 09
Dacian: Ryaul approached the one called Morramox and sniffed at him before nudging him rudely with his snout. Dacian reprimanded him and offered and apologetic smile. "I’ve never ridden with someone else before," he explained, offering his hand towards the Solamandarian. -07:29 Dec 09
[Kiest growled as his dragon was snatched up. "Release him!" Sure his dragon was annoying as hell, but he didn’t deserve to be eaten yet! He stalked over to the much-larger dragon and tried to pry his shrieking one from its grasp, but to no avail. Thank the gods his scales were extremely strong…] -07:30 Dec 09
Nina: "Should we not do something about that?" asked Nina, her hand going to her sword as she half-turned away from Oya Thundersong. "Those dragons will kill each other if we do not…" -07:31 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: "Do not interfer in the affairs of Dragons and their Tamers knightling. This will be handled by our ways and laws, and if the small one is eaten, sad as that might be, it is part of the natural course of things. Now get on, or I shall leave without you and we will have less hands and brains to decern what evil has spawned in Myrr." -07:33 Dec 09
Marcus: "Who the hell are you?" Marcus asked Kiest bluntly, elbowing him out of the way in order to scale Bobcat’s side. His little dragon scurried up after him, pausing to puff its cheeks out at Kiest in a way that it seemed to think was intimidating. "You’re interfering in a mission and every second you waste is a second that could be spent saving my friend’s life. I don’t have time for you." -07:34 Dec 09
Morramox: He gave a respectful nod of his head at Ryaul. Ryaul was one of the Dragons that he did not know to well and was not Contracted from Clovengard. He could understand why the attitude he had with him, as Solamandarians and Dragons not from Clovengard had quite the long history with each other. "It is my honor fly under your wings, Master Ryaul." He took the hand of Caian and shook it, opting to use his size and Solamandarian finger Cups to climb up to mount behind the man after shaking his hand. "You shouldn’t worry about me, Master Dacian. If you find yourself uncomfortable with me riding beside you, I can stick to the side of Master Ryual and it shall be if I wasn’t here at all." -07:35 Dec 09
Nina: "Understood," said Nina, and she obediently sat on Thundersong’s dragon, knowing better than to disobey the woman. Still, she felt something majestic about that, because she was on a legendary dragon, one that was involved in many stories. It was certainly quite a feeling, the scales of the being, its sheer majesty, its sheer power to behold… Even if she had slayed some of its kin before. -07:36 Dec 09
Dannon: Dannon wasn’t sure what to do about Kiest, but if the guy wasn’t supposed to be WITH them and Marcus wasn’t going to waste tame with him. Well, she wasn’t going to either. She clammered up on her dragon too, patting Bobcat on the head. Bobcat seemed to have ZERO intentions of spitting out the tiny dragon. He also did not appreciate having someone pry at his jowels. A big meaty claw reached out to circle and grab Kiest. Apparently Bobcat had every intention of taking a snack with them. -07:38 Dec 09
[Kiest quickly slipped in a lie; "We came to help, you did sent out a formal request, though I’m not surprised hardly anyone showed. My dragon is just a bit…unused to others." He walked around the other side of the dragon and grabbed Spit’s head, trying to sooth the dragon to keep it from shaking its head and sending lava all over the place. That stuff gave some NASTY burns! ] -07:38 Dec 09
Dannon: (We’ll reverse our posts! Kiest’s first, mine next!) -07:38 Dec 09
[Kiest yelped in surprise, having not seen the dragon shift. Its claws easily wrapped around him and he looked much like his dragon after that, angry and about ready to spit lava. ] -07:39 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Once Nina was secured and not a moment beyond, the lady tamer indicated to her dragon to go into the sky. With a leap from her mighty legs the dragon was airborn and her wings started beating, the wind increased as they gained altitued and they circled as they waited for the others. -07:42 Dec 09
Marcus: "Right, that’s it. We’re moving out!" Marcus yelled, signaling to the rest of the group. "Now!" No, Marcus was definitely NOT happy with these people. -07:42 Dec 09
[Dacian smiled a little uncertainly when Morradox mentioned sticking to the side of his dragon. The young Dragon Tamer nearly flinched at the harsh command but Ryual didn’t hesitate to take off along with the other dragons. The dragon with the build of a kin to that of a bulldog charged forward and built up some speed before lounging into the skies, spreading his massive wings. The black, tribal tattoo like markings adorning his scales caught the light and glimmered like the night sky. ] -07:48 Dec 09
Dannon: Bobcat seemed to be a lot more obedient when it came to flying time. Or perhaps it was because he had a mouth full of tiny dragon and a claw full of thief. Regardless, while the dragon flew not-so-gracefully, it had taken the tiny dragon out of it’s mouth in to it’s free claw and clonking it’s two captives heads together for a little mid-flight entertainment. Dannon didn’t care about this one bit. As long as Bobcat was entertained, he followed flight instructions. AND THEN THE DRAGONS WERE ALL OFF. FLYING THROUGH THE SKIES TOWARDS THE DUNEWASTES. -07:49 Dec 09
Nina: The feeling of being raised up by a dragon was completely different than taking flight, noted Nina, though the howling of the wind and the immense height was still the same. She took comfort in that and fortified her heart against the dangers about, determined to show herself for what she was: Nina Flamesword, one of the best swordswomen in the country and something also much more. -07:49 Dec 09
[Kiest groaned as his dragon’s head colided with his own. "Thad was dotally unnecessary!" And god did that hurt! His dragon was completely uneffected besides its pride, the thick scales of its body coming to use again. While flying was normally an enjoyable thing for the thief, it didn’t work quite so well when he had a claw tight around his middle and had just eaten about twenty minu—er. Well. Had just un-eaten a second ago. Hopefully no dragons were flying below! ] -07:53 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Dacian was sacrificed to the roleplay gods by a tribe of wild newbies.] -08:01 Dec 09
Morramox: Althought he did have a duty to the Riders as a member of Order, Morramox did have his own motives to take such a danger filled journey to the Dunewastes. But that could wait for now. Telor wasn’t the first Dragon to have gone missing in the Dunewastes. The Order took notice of the number of Dragons being unaccounted for and secretly asked Talor and his Warmblood to investigate. Their own disapperance did not bode well. Many start starting to speculate that these are Ill Omens of things that shall come. Things that must be taken care before it becomes unmanagable -08:01 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Oya was not inclinded to talk while they flew. In fact she had drawn up her hood once they were in the air. The next few hours were cold and uneventful, much better then their short time on land. Then in the distance Oya saw something on the horizon. Squinting she looked at the coulds, then felt the tension in her dragon’s neck. ‘MARCUS," her voice boomed like the thunder of her namesake. "INSECTS!" -08:01 Dec 09
Niam: It was amazing – flying. Sure, Niam had flown with Liske above the swampy, jungle region that was his home, but he was now so far away from that little village built on stilts. He’d made a decision. He’d decided to go look for Brigid. It was the least he could do for all she’d done for him. Golden skinned, baked by the sun over near twenty years of running around in naught but his loincloth, Niam sat straight up on Liske’s back, arms spread wide, a big smile on his face as he listened to the wind whistling past him, ruffling his short mohawk, and making his bone necklaces and bracelets and earrings rattle around. The mossy green dragon that was his best friend gave a mighty roar and Niam opened his brown eyes to see dark shapes on the horizon. He was late to the party, but although she was smaller than some of the colossal dragons Brigid had told him about, Liske was fast. They were gaining on the group ahead. -08:02 Dec 09
Marcus: The lecture that Marcus had promised Dannon had been in full force, but he broke off with a particularly colorful oath when he heard Oya’s warning shout. "Fliss," he urged, and his little dragon flung itself from his wrist and up into the air, tail whipping, as it caught a current and propelled itself at impressive speed toward what looked like a shimmering haze up ahead. The dragon began to make a series of high-pitched shrieks as it sped toward the looming swarm. -08:08 Dec 09
Kiest: Spit-Fire watched the little dragon with disdain, wanting his darn lunch to come back and feed itself to him! It wasn’t fair that he was stuck in some ‘slow’ dragon’s mitts while his food flitted about! -08:10 Dec 09
Nina: That was off to a great start, thought Nina as she heard the shout of Lady Oya, so she drew her sword and readied herself for battle against the damn things on the horizon. Though she was not that confident in her ability to fight on a dragon, she had faith in her armour and the people who forged it for her, so she gathered their strength and made it her own. She could make it through this. -08:13 Dec 09
Dannon: Dannon was looking properly chided. Mortified even. And she couldn’t even argue, because every single thing Marcus said was 100% accurate. At the shout of INSECTS, Dannon shook the feeling and was instantly alert. They were miles and miles in to the Dunewastes thanks to the speed of the dragons. Clouds of insects was a bad sign. Bobcat never seemed to care about the things, but Dannon hated them. …Speaking of Bobcat, the giant dimwitted dragon was shaking it’s toys around. Seeming to have the thought of throwing them right at the oncoming danger. -08:14 Dec 09
Niam: "Hey… Liske is that what I think it is?" Niam shouted over the wind. His answer was a low rumble, like a cat purring, only a hundred times louder. Niam squinted into the distance, watching the cloud grow in size the closer they got. Now they were right on the tail of the last dragon in the group and Liske was producing more rumbles. Insects made up a lot of her diet after all. -08:19 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Oya noticed her dragon’s chest extend as she inhailed air. Insects were annoying. Insects could be delt with easily. However there were some insects that were worse then others and this far into the Dunewastes, Oya feared that might be the case. She did not warn Nina to hold on, not use to a rider and assuming Nina understood the danger that could be potentially there. Too quickly they could see the cloud coming at them in great detail as it stretched acrossed the horizon. -08:19 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Dacian has been fed to the plot bunnies for failure to participate] -08:20 Dec 09

It was BEAUTIFUL. Light bouncing off a myriad of beautiful colors that adorned their wings. When it came closer in to view, it was clearly noticable that these weren’t just random insects… these were butterflies! Hundreds and thousands of butterflies clustered in to a cloud of wings, making their way towards the group with no signs of stopping. How pretty! -Dannon 08:23 Dec 09

Morramox: To some of the more Indulgent of his people, these flying nuisances could have been considered a feast. He could already smell the blood of the unfortunate ones who collided their small forms against the mighty frame of the dragons. What should of smelled delicious to him instead made his stomach turn. There was something about the scent of their blood that seemed… Unnatrual. -08:24 Dec 09
Nina: There were millions of them. Most of them were small and inconsequential, but there were others that were quite large and upon their sight, Nina reached for better grip on the dragon… But it was too late. Moments before she could adjust her grip, an insect smashed into her, the wind of the butterfly’s wings sending her flying. In desperation, Nina grabbed at something, but she only managed to dig her fingers into the thick carapece of the dragon, the armoured glove holding for just enough of a moment… "Help!" screamed Nina as she realised her downfall, but the wind was too strong. One second, she was gripping the dragon, and the next she found herself in the air, another butterfly smashing into her face and making her bite her tongue. She tried to summon the wards of Silverbloom, but the swarm was too thick and too powerful, smashing into her armour at every opportunity, silencing her words and claiming her body for the abyss below… -08:27 Dec 09
[(Logout) Nina melts away.] -((08:27 Dec 09))
[Dacian quickly threw an arm over his eyes when dragons suddenly met dragon. He could actually hear the small insects’ body squish against Ryaul’s scales and feel them pelt against his own body like small rocks being thrown at him.] -08:28 Dec 09
Kiest: Spit-Fire squealed as the insects approached. The dragon was all too happy to inhale a deep breath, then turn its long neck towards the incoming flock and blew. To say the little annoyance could breath fire would be an understatement. The flame that came from the creature easily encased several hundred insects, dropping them from the sky in a fluttering cloud of burning insects. -08:29 Dec 09
Niam: "Butterflies? Ahah–Pwah!" Ewwwww! One had flown right into his mouth! But unlike Niam, who was wiping the taste off his tongue with the back of his hand, Liske seemed to be incredibly happy with her unscheduled feast. Crunch, crunch, sounded from her mighty maws. "Aw come on!" Niam complained, squashing flat against the dragon’s neck to avoid a rather large butterfly as it fluttered past, sitting up a moment later only to get hit with a dog-sized one right in the face. -08:29 Dec 09
Marcus: Marcus heard the other dragon approaching, even as focused as he was on the danger before them. He recognized the newest addition by sight: Liske, and therefore, Niam as well. Good; someone else competent. That would be an asset at this moment. "Dannon, get down!" He pushed the young trainee down to hug Bobcat’s scales, positioning himself so that his larger frame would shield her from their bites. Meanwhile, Fliss was darting overhead, weaving in and out of the swarm as she caught them in her teeth and claws, gorging herself expertly on butterflies. -08:30 Dec 09

And then. It got worse. Much much worse. Where buttflies smashed, they clung. Where they clung, they bit. Where they bit, they sucked! BLOODSUCKING BUTTERFLIES. Horrible, wicked things. Bloodthirty, ravenous that could suck a person dry in mere minutes. A swarm already were diving after the lost body of Nina. While others were attaching to humans and dragons alike! There seemed to be too many of them to merely burn them all away. THEY WERE EVERYWHERE! -Dannon 08:31 Dec 09

Lady Oya Thundersong: They were of course attracted to their warmth. That much Oya knew. There was a problem, Mayain could not use her flame, she was behind everyone else. The danger though was more real then anyone new to the Dunewastes knew. With little else she could to she tried to smash the butterflies that landed on her beautiful dragon. Then Nina was gone. Oya was conflicted on what to do. No, she had to stay with the group, even now the butterflies were swarming Nina’s form. -08:31 Dec 09
Dannon: Dannon might have shrieked. Bloodsucking butterflies were the worst sort of scourges. Unlike many tamers, she was not magical. She was not a swordsmith. All she had was Bobcat, and Bobcat wasn’t exactly great for combating tiny ravenous monsters. Of course, then she was getting shielded by Marcus, while Bobcat was using the tiny dragon and thief in it’s claws to hit and swat at butterflies. Oh Marcus…! Such a hero! Wait, "BOBCAT, DON’T HIT THE DAMN THINGS! FLY DOWN! FLY DOWN!! EVADE!" -08:34 Dec 09
[Kiest was trying to swat at the darn things as they landed everywhere. He could feel the bites but being carried in a dragon’s claws made moving quite hard! Sensing its annoying master’s distress, however, Spit-Fire gave a toothy smirk and promptly lit the human up. That had the butterflies falling off but also left the guy with a nice amount of burns and a very pissed-off look on his face as the wind blew out the fire. ] -08:34 Dec 09
Morramox: "THEY SMELL OF COLDBLOOD!" He trieds to shout out, his face protected from the blanket of small insects flying into his mouth by his cloth, but he doubted that anyone of the warmblood could hear him. He tried to warn the Dragons instead, but to no avail. He could see nothing but the colorful clouds of death, feel nothing, but small pricks into his tought skin. They were able to pierce through his tough skin and through Ryual, he could feel the dragon slightly tremble in pain. He had to think, have to draw on his connection to Draelov before they were cut down before even landing in the Dunewastes. -08:36 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: With Bobcat flying down Mayain had an opening. Oya did not attemp to stop her dragon and the great beast burst out a bellow of flames followed by a roar. The swarm was everywhere, but if they could just lure them higher… "Mayain, you know what to do!" -08:38 Dec 09
Kiest: The constant swinging now resulted in Spit-Fire emptying his stomach, sending several dissolved butterflies and a good stomachful of lava plummeting downwards. This was not a fun experience!!! -08:38 Dec 09
Niam: He felt a bite against his face and in that moment, the laughing stopped. Tearing the butterfly away, Niam stared in slight horror as he saw the sharp teeth lining the edge of the beast’s mouth. In a blur of dark skin and a rattle of bone bracelets, Niam had drawn a dagger from the holster on his thigh and promptly stabbed the beast to death. "Liske! Cook em!" he shouted, swinging around his dagger to fight more off. The mossy beast drew in a deep breath and forced it out of her nostrils. Scalding steam shot forward, frying all of the bugs in its path. Meanwhile, Niam’s eyes were darting around, trying to find the others in the cloud. -08:40 Dec 09
Dacian: ‘Coldblood?’ Dacian thought, briefly wondering what that meant but was distracted by Ryaul’s shuddering. The butterflies were eating through the plain cloak the young rider had on and the more bites he felt, the more his mind was sent reeling. Then thought hit up. Grasping the horn of Ryual’s saddle, Dacian shifted his weight and Ryual obediently followed, suddenly changing direction and torpedoing up into the sky. There was only so much altitude these buggers could withstand, right? -08:41 Dec 09
Marcus: Blade drawn, Marcus used the flat of his sword to beat back the fluttering menace as Bobcat dove down. He’d been bitten, but Fliss had swooped in to snatch away each butterfly before it could drain too much. The little dragon was doing the same for each of the riders, looping around as she feasted on their foes. Fliss was in her element, the world -08:43 Dec 09
Marcus: ((Agh, pressed enter too soon)) -08:43 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Higher and higher Mayain and Oya went, with a portion of the swarm following them. By this point both had been bitten more then a few times, though so far it’d been more an annoyance then dangerous. Then, they got to a much colder region in the upper sky and the buggers started falling off. -08:44 Dec 09
Marcus: Fliss was in her element, the world’s only natural predator of the butterflies, engineered to be fast and dextrous enough to easily pick them off. Marcus had barely had to train her for the purpose; she acted mainly on instinct. -08:44 Dec 09
Dacian: The higher Ryaul climbed, the thinner the air became. Dacian’s ears popped and he couldn’t help but shudder at the cold nipping through his now tatter cloak. But at least Dacian was able to see now. The young dragon tamer glanced about him to gather his bearings but stopped and pale when he noticed a rather large butterfly feeding on the membrane of his dragon’s wing. Instantly, he kicked Ryual’s side and the wing being fed from closed, sending them into a spiral in hopes of loosing the blood sucker. -08:49 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: With a shout of glee from two throats, the pair spiraled back down, it seemed the crisis had passed. Down further Mayain started heading to where Bobcat had landed. -08:49 Dec 09
[Marcus ] -08:50 Dec 09
Marcus: ((GODDAMN CAT BACKFLIPPED ONTO MY KEYBOARD)) -08:50 Dec 09
Kiest: Spit-Fire managed to squirm free as the other dragon landed. He then promptly grabbed his master, waiting for the man to get on his back before taking off into the clouds, vanishing from sight. Nope, not hanging around for vampire butterfies! -08:51 Dec 09
[(Logout) Kiest fled in terror.] -((08:51 Dec 09))
Dannon: Bobcat was completely unaffected by all of these butterfly shennanigans. What he didn’t like was his Tamer being all shrieky, and his toys vomiting all over the place. Though having one of them on fire was entertaining, it was not entertaining enough. In fact, Bobcat dropped his toys altogether. Luckily, they were only a few feet from the ground and Bobcat was landing neatly over their forms. Dannon leaned up to take a weary look around to make sure there weren’t any more butterlies. "Nina fell somewhere near here. I don’t see any signs of her, though." -08:51 Dec 09
Niam: There were just too many, and while Fliss was helping a great deal, there was only one real solution. "Let’s go, Liske." He was hardly dressed for the occasion, but freezing a little was better than bleeding to death. Niam’s back and arms were already decorated with streaks of blood as Liske began to climb higher. The cloud thinned out up here and he could make out another dragon up above already. One by one, the butterflies began to fall away like caked dirt washing off in chunks. Other dragons and riders were following and soon, Niam’s teeth were chattering with the cold but the last butterfly had drifted away. As the cloud passed on by, Niam followed the lead dragon down again. -08:51 Dec 09
Morramox: He could feel the heart withing in swell as he pulled down his mask, the blood of the seemingly infinite broken bodies of the small predators splashed against his mouth, trying to stain his face with blood, but unable to marr the Holy Etching engraved upon his face. He could feel himself become weaker as the tiny beast drained much from him already, but the small relief of coldness seemed to help him focus. He tried to muster up the strength to help heal those whom he rode with, but the cold took it’s toll as Morramox started to lose conciousness. -08:53 Dec 09
Dacian: Dacian was relieved when they managed to get the over sized leech off Ryual’s wing, but his relief was short lived when his passenger swayed, in danger of loosing consciousness. He made haste in landing Ryaul, and checked the Solamandrian man over. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked worriedly, despite the man not appearing to be so. "Here, let’s get you down." -08:59 Dec 09
Niam: A disgruntled sound rumbled in Liske’s throat as she touched ground. More than anything, Niam was certain that she was upset with having her meal cut short. The young man sighed, gracefully hopping to his feet and dropping down from the dragon’s back. His first priority was to make sure there weren’t any more butterflies attached to his dragon and to assess what sort of damage they’d inflicted upon her hide. The result: minimal. In addition to her scales, Liske had mossy patches growing all over her hide which made for double the protection, unless of course one were to use fire. "Looks like you’re okay," Niam muttered as he finished his walk around her. He turned his attention outward then, gaze flicking from face to face until he spotted the only one he recognized. "Marcus." -09:00 Dec 09
Marcus: Fliss dropped out of the sky to alight upon Bobcat’s back. Rolling over so that her bulging stomach was exposed, she was out like a light within seconds. A faint snoring sound issued from her tiny snout. Marcus gave her a gentle pat before sheathing his sword and taking stock of their party. One missing, quite likely dead; two deserted; one unconscious; one exhausted. The swarm had not treated them kindly. "…We can’t afford to look for Nina now. If she’s still alive, she could be anywhere. She would want us to search for Brigid. That’s the mission." Even as he tried to sound stern, his voice softened as he looked at the young trainee. It was a grim way of looking at circumstances, he knew. "Nina is a skilled woman. If she can, she will make her way to us. If not, we will come back for her." There was a promise in those words. -09:00 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Once on the ground, Oya lept off Mayain and headed towards Dannon, Marcus and the others. "Your little Fliss did a fine job today. I think our priority right now is to clean up our wounds and then start looking for clues. Are we close to where we need to start Marcus?" -09:03 Dec 09
Morramox: He blacked out before he could manage to respond to Dacian, the cold being too much for him. He could feel himself slipping away and soon he was gone. He could feel his heart slow a bit and suddenly he started to dream… -09:03 Dec 09
Morramox: He managed to stay attachted to ryual with his suction cups. -09:04 Dec 09
Morramox: (Cough, i forgot to include that) -09:04 Dec 09
Marcus: "Niam," he greeted the man with just a hint of his own tiredness, sliding down from Bobcat’s back and clasping hands with him. "It’s good to see you." The glimpse of exhaustion was gone and he’d straightened up by the time Oya made her way over to their side. "Not as close as I’d like," he answered her sourly. "We won’t make it by nightfall." -09:07 Dec 09
Dacian: Dacian’s eyes widen when Morramox’s eyes slid closed, but even slack his body somehow remaind stuck to Ryaul, much to the dragon’s annoyance. He let out a low growl but before he shake the source of irritation off of him, Dacian laid a hand on his neck. "Sh, let him rest. Extend your wing so I access the damage." The dragon snorted smoke but did as he was told. The small blood vessels running through the membrane had been ruptured and blood clotted around the wound. Dacian frown and dug out the salve he kept on his person at all times, slathering it gently over the bite marks in hopes of stopping the blood and dulling the pain. -09:08 Dec 09
Dannon: Dannon frowned, and it was pretty obvious that she didn’t like the thought of going on without someone. But she wasn’t going to disagree with Marcus. He was never wrong. She slid off Bobcat, giving the hideous beast a good pat on the neck for a job almost well done. "That’s a good Bobcat. We actually landed instead of crashed this time!" -09:09 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: "If that’s the case, then making camp might be wise. We can start early tomorrow, rested and fed." Oya then looked up at the sky. They were now in the Dunewaste and they were already down a member. "I will take first watch this evening." -09:11 Dec 09
Niam: There was a slight grin on the boy’s face as Marcus greeted him and it hardly faltered as discussion turned to a serious topic. "I can help with the watch too. Me and Liske, we’ve got good night vision, Ma’am." -09:13 Dec 09
Morramox: Morramox, like most of the Solamandarians his age, had no say in what his future was going to be like. He was to be born predetermined to be under the Order, he would not have the chance to find a mate or raise hatchlings. His fate was to be bound to the God Draelov, The Divine Shade, Dragon God of Empathy. He had a long career as a Divine Monk of the Order, raising and trainning dragons for their partnership with the warmbloods, strengthening the ties of Warm and Cold bloods and his own ties with Draelov. His dreams were a stroll down his own memories, a long journeys of his personal triumphs and failure…But soon, he started seeing things that he knew had not yet happen. He saw blood. He could smell it. It smelled like those foul beast. It smelled of Cold Blood. It smelled of Dragon’s blood. He could see something within the darkness, something that emitted the foul odor, the smell becoming stronger as he noticed the figure. "Wait!" -09:14 Dec 09
[(Timeout) Marcus was consumed alive by feral plot bunnies.] -09:17 Dec 09
Morramox: He found himself still attached to Ryaul, alive, along with the party…At least most of the party. "…Please…Excuse my inconsideration." He attempted to get up and off Ryaul. "You are all wounded…Let me heal you." He lost his footing and instead of climbing off the dragon, he stumbled off instead. -09:17 Dec 09
Dannon: "If we just got our asses handed to us by a big flock of butterflies, I’m not being rested and fed is going to do us much good tomorrow." Dannon grumped. Her arms were crossed, and fingers tapping against her elbows. She wasn’t afraid to be a part of this mission, and she was perfectly sure she could handle it thanks to Bobcat being Bobcat. But with one person lost, and everybody else all banged up, Dannon had no intentions of being the last one left. Unless she was the last one left with Marcus. For a moment the girl got lost, silent in a daydream! "Hmm, Marcus…" she siiighed, out loud. By accident. -09:18 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: "I think perhaps you should be tended to first," Oya said knidly to the Solamandarian. "We should get a cook fire started and have our friend warm up there." The humans at least needed to eat. -09:19 Dec 09
Dacian: Dacian panicked when Morramox stumbled off Ryual and tried to help him, but ended up nearly crushed himself. "I agree," he said near breathless. -09:20 Dec 09
Marcus: Marcus nodded in assent. "We’ll camp here, then." Privately, he hoped that they might find Nina after all, if they did. Marcus had a bad habit of hoping. "Morramox, see to yourself and the dragons first, please. Dan-" He was interrupted as the girl sighed his name. Loudly. Staring, he cleared his throat and tried again, taking a couple of steps away from Oya and Niam. "Dannon. I’d like a word." -09:20 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Oya indicated where Morramox should sit, try not to smile at Dacian’s attept at helping him, and then went over to Mayain, going to a pack that her dragon carried, digging around until she produced a kettle. "Dacian, can you gather up some kindling. The Dunewaste may seem to be baren, but there will be plenty to find." -09:23 Dec 09
Dannon: "What?" Shit. She had been caught there staring off in to space like an idiot. Or at least she HOPED she was staring off in to space and not staring at Marcus and drooling worse than a dragon. "Yes sir." Face now red as can be, she nodded and side stepped away to have this conversation that she just KNEW was going to be Lecture Part Twenty Six. Somewhere between ‘your dragon shouldn’t kidnap people’ and ‘I saw you undressing me with you eyes.’ -09:23 Dec 09
Dacian: Dacian snapped to attention when he was addressed and nodded in confirmation. "Yes, ma’am." He tossed one last look at his dragon, now curled up and sleeping soundly, before shrugging out of his torn cloak and marching off to do as he he was told. -09:26 Dec 09
Niam: What a weird texture this was – solid earth. Being dismissed, Niam promptly spent a minute hopping from foot to foot and grinning like an idiot. Then he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and sprung into action, not unlike a feline attacking prey. Fwhump! was the sound his body made as it hint the ground haphazardly, hands slapping down on the snake’s head and clamping its mouth closed. "Aha! Dinner!" -09:28 Dec 09
Marcus: Marcus gave the trainee a once-over, arms folded across his chest. "…You did good up there," he said at last, gruffly. "Are you feeling alright?" Quite fortunately for everyone involved, Marcus Did Not Get It. …Yet, anyway. -09:28 Dec 09
Morramox: He smiled a wide smile, the mask concealing his face was torn away in the chaos, revealing the etching that was to be kept unseen while not healing others. "I believe too much of Draelov is in me, Master Thundersong." He gave a rather warm, though unsettling to humans at least, smile at the party. He shakily got on his own feet and walked towards the dragons first. "I will heal faster if I know all of my companions are well." He smiled and touched Fliss gently on the head. "I owe you my life, Honorable Master." Then he started to make guttural noise, gathering up the collective juices of the herbs and holy water than makes up his diet and started to spit out a bright green ooze against his scaly hands, rubbing it across the small wounds of the dragon. -09:30 Dec 09
Dannon: She did good? She barely did a thing. In fact, he did most of the doing, while she just barked half-assed orders at Bobcat. Dannon opened mouth to explain but, but promptly closed it again. Marcus said she did GOOD. Dannon was flustered. Her red face going even redder, and she knew it did because she could feel it burning. "I’m not harmed by anything. Thanks to you." Her heeeero! Dannon was struggling to hold in a dreamy sigh. Not appropriate behavior for a tamer! -09:32 Dec 09
Morramox: (change that to Ryaul.) -09:32 Dec 09
Morramox: (Yeah.) -09:32 Dec 09
Dacian: Ryaul looked up when his sleep was disturbed and actually bared his teeth when he found someone else other than Dacian touching his wounds. The salve his tamer had worked well enough. He didn’t need to be puked on as well! -09:35 Dec 09
Niam: Niam rolled around with the snake, taking a few slaps to the face by the beast’s tail, growling as it wrapped around one thigh and started to sneeze. "Give up already and be food!" Niam shouted as he pried his leg free again. Finally he rolled toward a rock and thumped the snake against it until it stopped fighting. He stood up then, lifting the snake in victory, grinning like, well, an idiot. -09:38 Dec 09
Marcus: Frowning, Marcus eyed her before deciding not to ask any further. "Make sure you eat. And sleep." With that said, he went to go unload the supplies that were tethered to Bobcat’s harness. -09:39 Dec 09
Morramox: He said a small prayer to Draelov, the etchings and the ooze glowing along with as he tapped into the small power connected to his god that he had. The wounds would heal moderately quicker with the small blessing, and Morramox had enough consumed enough of the healing herbs and holy water to cover most of the party. He had brought some lunch just incase he didn’t. -09:41 Dec 09
Lady Oya Thundersong: Filling the kettle with water from her canteen, Oya looked over at where Marcus was getting out supplies. "This is not going well," she muttered softly to him. "I feel like this is a set up almost, but perhaps I see enemies where there are none." -09:42 Dec 09
Morramox: He continued moving on, having small conversations while he healed the dragons, having a particularly hard time trying to keep Bobcat still as he tried to rub the salve on him. -09:43 Dec 09
Dannon: Thank the dragons. Dannon let out the breath she was holding once Marcus walked away. Any more questions and she might have blurted out something embarrassing. The girl was perfectly aware that her adoration was inappropriate and one-sided. But she wanted to keep her fantasy alive without that awkward post-confession fallout. Having her facial expressions under control, she turned around just in time to see Bobcat headbutt the scaley guy. "He doesn’t like that stuff. Not that he needs it. You can throw him in a volcano and he’d be fine." -09:45 Dec 09
Marcus: "Not a good start," the Tamer agreed, scowling. "My gut says you’re right, Oya, but we can’t get them panicking over a gut feeling." -09:46 Dec 09
Dacian: Ryual moved away from the group after that display, plopping down on the ground and curling into a tight ball. Meanwhile, Dacian literally had had his arms full with collecting kindling, trying to hold as much as he could. Unfortunately for the young dragon tamer, he had stepped on a small snake and jumped back when the reptile lashed out, causing him to mutter an apology and stumble back. With his luck though, he ended up at the edge of a crater and lost his footing. Kindling was sent flying when his arms flung open and flailed to no avail. Dacian landed on his back heavily, air being knocked clean out of him. -09:47 Dec 09
Niam: With the snake draped around his shoulders, Niam strolled toward the spot where he assumed the fire would be lit and took a seat. He hadn’t brought anything with him other than a few jugs of fresh water strapped to Liske’s back. No food, no clothes. He didn’t own anything other than what he was wearing and what he was wearing was minimal. -09:48 Dec 09
Morramox: He smiled his snake-like smile and suddenly started rubbing the Goo all over the young childling instead. "Yes. Master Bobcat is rather prideful in his inability to harmed easily. He kept insisting that I should be applying my salve to you, since he said that you weren’t as "Awesome Cool" as he was, despiting not being too far behind." He smiled after hawking up more salve. "Despite your clear differences… You two seem to be a rather good fit, childling." He then applied his slime onto the open wounds on her face, getting all sort ofs salve into her nose and ears. -09:53 Dec 09
Morramox: (Act, Ability not Inability) -09:53 Dec 09
Dannon: "Bobcat, you je-ARCHSPFF!" Bobcat always did think he was stronger than her, and Dannon was up for that argument. If she weren’t being accosted by the scaley guy and his salve. She flailed, trying to sway the guy away. Rubbing the stuff off her face with her sleeve and spitting stuff out where she could. "That’s disgusting…! Go help someone that actually needs it!" Dannon stumbled to hide somewhere safe behind Bobcat. -09:56 Dec 09

While the group was starting to get settled and healed, something just over the next rise was watching them. There was much land between where the party landed and the next hill and it would have been impossible for anyone to have snuck up on a group of dragons and their tamers. Yet, just as the sun started to set, all around the party there were armed men in shining armor. These men had not been there a moment ago and it was obvious that they were well trained. Before the anyone could react, several of the armed men started lassoing the dragons in with steal cords. Cords that would not break as the dragons thrashed. “I suggest you all surrender now,” a large man in green armor said, coming into the camp. “Or else…” there behind the armed men containing the large dragons and holding swords were archers, with crossbolts powerful enough to even go through dragon hide. -Lady Oya Thundersong 09:57 Dec 09

DUN DUN DUN. END OF PART ONE. -Dannon 09:57 Dec 09

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Misc RP Logs

[Azudia] A Christmas Curse

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Title: AWC: A Christmas Curse
Number: 381
Date: Dec 14, 2008 at 2:46 AM
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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 2:46 AM

[bg=#676C4E][padding=10px][bg=#14382A]ANOTHER WHITE CHRISTMAS: A CHRISTMAS CURSE[/bg][/padding][/bg]

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 4:20 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

[i]Have a holly jolly Christmas! It’s the best time of the yea-[/i]

CLICK.

[i]Iiii’m dreaming of a whiiiite Christma-[/i]

CLICK.

[i]Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sl-[/i]

“ARGH!!” CLICK!

[i]I see a red door and I want to paint it blaa-aack.[/i]

“That’s more like it.” the woman muttered, tossing the remote on the coffee table as she leaned back on the sofa. Nearly every channel on the TV was showing feel-good Holiday movies, so it was impossible to find something decent to watch. Then the radio wasn’t much better. All Holly wanted to do was listen to something, [i]anything[/i] that wasn’t all this stupid good-cheer, happy holidays nonsense. At this rate she was going to stab a steak knife through her ears.

“I’m home! Oh, there’s a package!” a cheerful, older voice chimed over the music as she entered the house. Several bags were in her hands as well as a fairly large box left by the mail carrier. Holly got up from her seat to take the box out of the old woman’s hands and set it down on the kitchen table.

“What time did you leave this morning? I came downstairs at the crack of dawn for a cup of coffee and you weren’t here. It’s almost time for dinner.” Holly asked, eying all of those bags.

“Well, sweetie, if you want to get the best items for the best deals you have to be the first one there!” the woman replied. She deposited her bags in the chairs, taking a box cutter from one of the junk drawers to cut open the box. There was a squeel! Out of the box she pulled a fairly large Christmas rug. “It came! My that shipping was so fast! Look, won’t it look lovely under the tree?”

Holly blinked at the thing. “…It looks forty years old. Where the hell did you get that thing, Nancy?”

“I was looking on eBay for holiday gifts, and it was such a great deal! I had to have it! Here, sweetie. You got set it up under the tree and I’ll get dinner started. Your Uncle Kevin should be home any minute, and you know how he hates his Taters being under cooked!” Nancy thrust the rug in to Holly’s arms and bustled away in to the kitchen!

…Holly looked at the rug with her nose curled up in distaste. She was tempted to throw it out the back door, but obediently carried it over to the fireplace where she unrolled it on the floor. It looked wretched! The edges were a bit frayed, and the designs on it were over the top, even for a holiday rug. Holly kicked the corner of it. Of all the stupid things Nancy had to order.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:08 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=854][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot had a rather rude awakening when someone rudely dropped him – well, rudely dropped the rug. He had fallen asleep at some point during… shipping. It was incredible, but not being able to breathe had been almost a blessing or else he wouldn’t have survived – packages have it rougher than he thought.

//I will freeze all her accounts and take away all her mobiles for this…!//

Elliot wasn’t quite yet accustomed to his new ‘situation,’ but he was quite aware when carried in from the cold into some building. Great, he had been sold on ebay. The MORE the reason to push that wretch into dire poverty! And [i]forty years old?![/i] What in Hell did that mean?

Whomever the creature bestowed with such bad taste was, she unrolled him somewhere and unceremoniously kicked him as well. A slight vibration of anger swept over the rug. The kicked corner stretched its ONLY SLIGHTLY TATTERED edges straight, taking every offense while at it!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:28 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly didn’t seem to notice any movement on the rug as she walked right over it to kneel next to the Christmas tree. How was she supposed to get the rug under it? The tree was loaded down with ornaments and candy canes. It’d take two people to move it! Blowing her hair out of her face, she plopped down to have a seat, resting her hands behind her.

Blinking she glanced down. “Jesus, did they even clean this thing before they shiped it?” she muttered, running her fingers over it to check the damages. “She better not have paid more than ten bucks for you, buddy. I doubt you’re even antique.”

“What’s not antique, now?” asked an older gentleman. Holly hadn’t even heard him coming home. He hung up his coat and scarf before walking over to the fireplace and blinking down curiously at her.

Holly shrugged, pointing down at the Christmas rug she was still sitting on. “Aunt Nancy found this old thing on eBay.”

Leaning, over the old man grinned! “Ah, a rug for the tree, eh? I always did like getting used things. They have more character.” he pat Holly on the head before heading towards the kitchen. “You make that tree look nice and pretty for us!”

Holly rolled her eyes, looking back at the tree as she tilt her head. [i]She[/i] had already explained to Aunt Nancy and Uncle Keven that she wanted nothing to do with Christmas this year. Yet, they dragged everything out of the attic and practically threw her in to it.

“This is so stupid.” she mumbled to herself.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:42 AM

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Elliot was quite unsettled by the ‘news.’ He was a CHRISTMAS rug?! Of all the corny things – Adelaide was going to get it! A weight sat heavily on him. He calculated the Christmas tree plus presents was going to weigh as much, if not the same. He again took great offense – of course he was worthy more than ten bucks! At least the guy that walked in seemed to be a sensible person – but he wasn’t the one sitting on him. Elliot would be frowning by now. This was very stupid and unsettling, but he firmly refused to freak out. He was going to get back to being himself – somehow. First than anything, he needed to escape from this happy campers! He decided to stay quiet and wait for a chance to escape…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 5:50 AM

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As much as she would have preferred to chuck tree and rug in to the fireplace, Holly finally got up and rearranged everything. First she had to slide the tree over more in to the corner. Then she had to pickup a few of the gift boxes and set them aside. Finally she grabbed the rug and drug it over, dropping it where she needed it and occasionally kicking the curled up edges back in to place. For a moment or two she thought the rug was being difficult out of spite.

Pulling the tree on to the rug and arranging the presents back where they belonged, Holly took a step back to admire the handy work. It looked… beautiful. There was a brief sad look across her face, before she scowled and stalked to the back door. Holly needed some fresh air.

Opening up the door, she stopped. “Nancy, Kevin..! I’m going to step outside for a minute and grab a couple logs for the fireplace. I’ll be right back!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:02 AM

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The rug WAS being difficult out of spite! Why, the woman couldn’t talk for 30 seconds without saying something offensive! When she finally stopped tugging, stomping and piling things on him, she suddenly announced she was leaving and a gust of cold air washed over him. Good. There was a door open somewhere. The rug shook slightly -these things were heavy! However he managed to levitate a good three inches from the floor before hoovering ever so slowly towards the cold air source… If she didn’t notice him, he could sweep past her, off and away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:19 AM

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Holly turned back around to step outside… and blinked. Three times. That Christmas rug was hovering over the floor with a tree and presents on top, inching it’s way for the door. She was in such a state of shock and confusion that the rug actually managed to float across the living room and right outside before it occurred to her that the rug was [i]actually[/i] stealing Christmas!

Remember the fiasco of [i]last[/i] Christmas and that accident with Santa, there was no way in hell Holly was going to get blamed for something else! Dashing out the door, she chased after the rug before it got too far and stomped on it’s corner to keep it in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?! …Jesus I’m talking to a rug!” Holly leaned to grab it’s edges and drag everything back inside befo-

“[i]Holly[/i]!” squealed the voice of Aunt Nancy, Holly groaned!

“It’s NOT what it looks like! This stupid rug was taking off by itself! Look at it!”

Aunt Nancy stepped outside looking incredibly concerned, Uncle Kevin appearing behind her scratching his head. “Holly, sweetie, it’s a [i]rug[/i]. Why on earth are you taking everything outside?”

Holly dropped the edge of the rug to rest her hands on her hips. “Well I don’t know, Nancy. I thought the birds and critters needed a little Christmas cheer too!” she said sarcastically. That… really didn’t help her look any less crazy. The look on their faces said as much. “I told you, it was flying off by itself. I was trying to grab it before it got away.”

Aunt Nancy stopped beside her niece, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Sweetie, I know this time of year is hard for you. Did you take those anxiety pills the doctor gave you? Let’s go inside and I’ll give you a nice mug of hot chocolate while Uncle Kevin takes everything back inside.”

With a sigh Holly let herself be led away, but not without casting that rug one hell of a glare.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 6:34 AM

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The Christmas tree was shaking dangerously through their tug-o-war but Elliot managed not to drop it. [i]DARN he almost made it![/i] Elliot dropped himself to the ground as soon as the rest of the campers appeared and feigned being… a rug. And she was stepping on him AGAIN. He was so going to sue her later!

SO, the rug offender was on some sort of happy pills? Elliot could not really point and snicker, he had been on anti-stress pills a couple of times, himself. He guessed that was a good cover for him anyway – she was just [i]seeing[/i] things. He was just an innocent and old, dirty, frayed, stupid etcetera, etc. rug. Elliot tapped the ground with one his corners while the people spoke. Surely the old man could not wrap him up around everything and carry the bulk back inside. He was going to have to take things in groups at a time. As soon as he’d go back in with the first batch, Elliot would be flying away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:00 AM

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Unfortunately (for the rug!), wrapping up the edges of the carpet around the presents and tree was exactly what Uncle Kevin did! For an old man, he still had a pretty strong back! He hefted everything up with one grunt and carted it back in to the house. His foot kicked the door closed behind him, as Kevin waltzed back to the living room. Kneeling by the fireplace, he set everything down carefully. Smoothing the rug back over the floor, righting the presents where they belongs, and adjusting the branches on the tree.

Uncle Kevin was giving the tree an appreciative nod as his wife and Holly returned to the room. Nancy had a tray of mugs with some of her delicious fresh baked cookies. Holly had another one of those scowls on her face. Kevin picked up a mug and had a seat in his old chair, gracing them with his usual cheerful old man smile.

“Isn’t it nice, sitting by the fire and having some hot chocolate with family? I remember when you and Noel used to sit in here writing your letters to Santa and arguing over who got to use the red crayon and who got the green.”

Holly found herself a place on the floor near the fireplace, swallowing the pills Aunt Nancy handed her, and occasionally casting that rug a suspicious stare. It wasn’t doing anything now. “Nice day for a [i]fire[/i].” she muttered in to her mug.

Aunt Nancy shook her head at Uncle Kevin! Couldn’t the silly man see this wasn’t a good time to bring up the family? “So Holly…! We’re so glad you decided to take off work this week! Christmas just wouldn’t be the same.”

“Shouldn’t dinner be ready by now?” mentioned Holly, setting down her mug and getting up from the floor. She escaped pretty quick in to the kitchen.

Uncle Kevin was scratching his head again. “She’s getting a bit worse, doncha think? Maybe we should take her to see that fancy psychiatrist.”

Aunt Nancy just threw one of her snowman pillows at him. “You goon! It’s only the second holiday without her family, she’s bound to be a little depressed. …Just in case, you better lock the doors. Heaven knows what she was doing with that rug and tree!”

Husband and Wife left to have dinner!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:17 AM

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The rug wasn’t doing anything asides of bristling with anger! At least the old man was considerably more careful than the Witch of the West. Elliot was forced to just sit there and listen to them. He was quite upset and wishing he could just wrap around someone and suffocate them to death! -Someone- was going to pay dearly for this, starting with Adelaide Graham Smith! What else did the brat want – she had more money to spend in her useless existence than any of her spoiled friends! And a mother to educate her, too! Why, he didn’t even have a mother and he turned out quite well, she ought to have it a lot nicer!

Elliot stretched out a little and tapped one of his tassels on the floor on his far side from their voices, frustratedly. He guessed nobody was going to notice – or want to notice anyway. He still couldn’t ‘see’ anything, but he was starting to be aware of shapes, like elusive shadows. This was better, but it worried him… Was he sinking deep into whatever this was?

Trying not to brood, he just listened to the happy campers. Maybe the Witch of the West had moved out of the West leaving her family there? No wonder they didn’t tag along! Elliot tapped the tassel again, frustrated.

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:29 AM

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Dinner went by with simple conversation and without any incidents. Aunt Nancy chatted about her day shopping. All the crazies that got a little weird trying to get Christmas presents last minute. Uncle Kevin bragged about his greenhouse doing really well, and having fresh vegetables all season long. Holly muttered some things about work and her internship going well.

After dinner she helped Nancy wash the dishes and put up the left overs. Uncle Kevin went on to bed early with Nancy close behind. Holly plopped on the sofa, snatching up the remote control and flipping through the channels. She finally rested on some cooking show before she was dozing off. Those blasted pills never did a damned thing about her mood, but they always made her sleepy! Some medication! The rug had been forgotten for the time being!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:41 AM

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The TV chattered on, but low enough to inform Elliot the two older campers were gone to bed and the Witch of the West was very quiet for a long time, now. Maybe she was asleep. Elliot wrapped deftly one tasseled corner around the Christmas tree’s cable and unplugged it. No reaction he could hear so far. Ever so silently, the rug rose two, three inches, then one foot from the floor and began hoovering his way out of the living room, using his tassels like antennae to find his way around…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:51 AM

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Holly was having some interesting dreams about gingerbread men jumping in to vats of frying oil when she heard a soft jingle. Ignoring it at first, she rolled over on the sofa. Another jingle and a ting! Thinking Uncle Kevin was sneaking downstairs for a snack, Holly sat up and rubbed her head. Damned stuff, she felt a little grog- Holly blinked. The Christmas tree was missing.

…No there it was. On top of the rug, hovering around the room a few inches off the floor. Holly moved up to her knees, peeking over the back of the sofa to watch. It just… kept moving! Like it was looking for something! [i]’Probably for another open door out.'[/i]

“Why are you escaping? Rugs aren’t supposed to move.” she said, loud enough for the rug to hear, but not to alert Aunt Nancy or Uncle Kevin that anything weird was happening. Not that she expected the rug to talk back. …Actually, she wasn’t sure what she expected. It was a [i]flying Christmas rug[/i]. Maybe she really was losing it.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 7:56 AM

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Startled Elliot almost dropped one of the presents! The Witch’s voice was not moving though and she was perhaps dying in fright. Hopefully she’d stay away from him! The Christmas tree shook a little – evil people, why couldn’t they use fake bells like everyone else! Jinglejingle went the tree as the rug hovered round a corner and found the kitchen door. He tried to push it open…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:06 AM

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The rug flat out ignored her, which made sense seeing as it was a rug and shouldn’t have been doing what it was doing, anyway. Holly slowly got up from the sofa following at a safe distance to get a good look at what the rug was up to. Apparently it was trying to use it’s tassels to pry open the kitchen door. A lot of good that would do. The door was locked.

Holly rubbed her head again. They say madness comes in small spurts and instances. Was this the start? Flying rugs and stolen Christmas trees?

“Frankly, I could care less if you wanted to ruin my Christmas. I don’t care for it anyway. But I’d rather not have my aunt and uncle freaking out and having me committed.” Holly muttered softly, sneaking up behind the rug and getting a good grip on it. She dragged it back towards the living room fireplace.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:11 AM

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Elliot was not elated at being dragged back; he gave a firm, warning tug and shook the tree menacingly! By now he had found the kitchen door had a lock – who puts locks in kitchen doors! He rolled the presents towards the center and swatted at the woman’s hands with his tassels!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:31 AM

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“Ow! You sonofab-!” The damned thing swatted her with a tassel! She had let go clicky to rub her hand, but like hell she was going to lose a fight with a rug!

“Get back in the corner!” she hissed, grabbing the thing again and yanking! The tree gave a dangerous tilt. Holly released the rug to right the tree back up again before it came toppling down on her!

A light from the hall flicked on. “Sweetie, are you still aw-…ake.” Once again Aunt Nancy had to walk in on a scene that looked a whole lot worse than what it was!

“Nancy, don’t you dare. I am telling you this rug is [i]possessed[/i] and trying to steal the tree!”

“Dear, dear me…” Obviously Nancy didn’t believe it as she shook her head sadly. “Let’s get you to bed.” Taking Holly by the arms, she just nodded and smiled at the girls protests about the rug. Holly’s angry voice carried rather well through the house as she still complained, but after a few moments it was silent again.

Aunt Nancy returned downstairs with Uncle Kevin, tut-tuting about her niece. “I think she was trying to drag it all outside again.”

Uncle Kevin picked up the tree and took it on over to the corner while Nancy was gathering up the gifts. “I kept telling you this was a bad idea. All three of them died before Christmas, I really don’t think we should make such a big deal about it.”

“But it’s [i]Christmas[/i]! Holly always loved Christmas.” pouted Aunt Nancy. With the gifts placed under the tree, she moved back over to the rug. She sighed! “She really has it out for this poor thing. I better lay it in front of the fireplace.” Picking up the rug, Nancy moved it just where she said. Laying it out all nice and pretty in front of the warm fire.

Having the living room straight (again) they went on to bed.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 8:46 AM

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Elliot landed quick and softly when the older woman appeared – it was just lucky he hadn’t been hovering higher! However now he was back in the living room, set in front of the fireplace… yes, right there like a hearth rug – and most likely he was going to get sparks on him just like a hearth rug, too!

//Crazy people…// He at least could appreciate the care the older people took with the Christmas tree and his poor, cramped self. Then it dawned on him – they were forcing Christmas down the throat of the Witch of the West. They didn’t need Christmas, they needed a bucket of water!

Elliot flicked a tassel as they left him there. So it seems the relatives hadn’t remained in the West, but apparently died. Maybe that is how she turned into the Witch. Well, he was a rug – he guessed he could sympathize and sue her for a slightly less amount. Elliot waited till they all left again.

There must be a basement or some place with a window or if he could shake the tree off and try to slip under a door… Elliot laid there, listening.

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 9:01 AM

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Morning came all too slowly for a stationary rug. But at the crack of dawn, there was the sounds of someone waking. A shower. Footsteps. Holly was awake bright and early, already dressed.

Of course the first thing she did was march over to the fireplace and STOMP on the rug! Jump! Jump! STOMP! Hearing footsteps herself, Holly stopped her stomping, pretending to toss a fresh log in the fireplace to restart the fire.

“Morning, Nancy. I was wondering… do you remember who you bought the rug from?” Holly asked evenly.

Aunt Nancy looked a bit exasperated about the rug being brought up again, but shrugged her shoulders in good humor. “Oh… adelaide345 or something like that. You could check the computer. Um… Why do you ask, sweetie?”

Holly was already moving to the computer and dropping in to the chair to check. “I’m sending that rug back.”

“Oh Holly! Really? It’s such a pretty thing, though.” Oh dear. Holly really did have it out for the rug. But… maybe letting her send it back was better for her health.

Rolling her eyes, Holly pulled up Aunt Nancy’s eBay account and checked the recent purchases. ‘Old Stupid Christmas Rug’… that must be it. “Account deleted? C’mon!” she complained at the screen. It figures! Whomever had the rug last must have known it had a demon in it, and got rid of it. Well, Holly Roberts knew there was more than one way to return a package! Up she went finding the packing box the rug came in. Ah ha! An address! Peeling it off the box, she threw on her coat and brushed past Nancy to grab up the rug.

“I’ll be back after I drop off the rug. …Nancy stop looking at me that way. I promise. I’m just dropping it off and I’ll be right back.” before Aunt Nancy could argue, Holly already had the rug rolled up and under her arms as she dashed out the door!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 9:08 AM

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Just as he suspected, Adelaide had hoped to get rid of him for good! Elliot was so angry – first at being stomped on, and now at the news about what his stepsister had further done. Just as they were out of the door, he just couldn’t wait till she dropped him into the car; the wriggled with all his might to get out of her arms and fly away!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:20 PM

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Holly drug the carpet out to the car. She could feel the little bastard tugging, pulling, and trying to escape! If she weren’t afraid it’d come flying back like some dog wanting scraps she’d be happy to let it go! But, nu-uh. Holly was going to make sure it was sent back where it came from, or she was going to destroy it trying!

Swinging open the trunk, Holly jammed the carpet inside giving it a good kick back in there when it tried to fly off, then slammed the trunk down on top of it!

Hrmph. Plopping in to the driver’s seat, Holly checked the address on the shipping lable before driving out.

The drive didn’t take long and Holly finally pulled up in front of a small house nicely situated near the main town area. Pocketing her keys, she grabbed the rug from out of the trunk (not forgetting to threaten it a few times when it squirmed) and trudged up the front steps to the door. She knocked.

After a moment the door opened with an old lady wearing a pink bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. “‘ello?”

“Ma’am, my aunt bought a rug sent from this address and I’d like to give it back. I don’t want a refund, this rug is just, well we don’t want it.” said Holly.

“Uh, I ain’t sold no rugs to anybody.” replied the old lady, giving Holly and the rug an odd look.

Damnit. Did she get the wrong address? Holly leaned back to check the house number, and down at the paper again. This was exactly where it came from. “Are you sure? Is there anyone in the house that uses eBay or had an account named adelaide345? …Would you LIKE a new rug? You could have it for free.”

The woman was backing away slowly. “No.. No, we don’t want any rugs!” With that she slammed the door, followed by the sound of bolted locks.

“Well shit.” Holly mumbled. It didn’t seem like the woman was lying, so that meant the Seller really didn’t want any send-backs and put down a fake address. That meant doing a little investigating. …Thankfully this was just the thing they did over at The Chronicle. Holly marched back to the car. “Alright, so that isn’t where you belong. But you just wait. I’m going to find who sold you and I’m going to stuff you down their throat.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:29 PM

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Elliot was dizzied and a little disoriented after all the beating – the Witch was a crazy savage taking her frustrations out on the passerby! He stayed still just for the sake of finding out – well great, Adelaide gave a fake address. As soon as they were back near the car so the Witch stopped to stow him somewhere, the rug slipped out of her grip and wrapped around her head as tight as he could, flailing those tassels too!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 10:37 PM

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Holly nearly made it back to the car before the rug decided to brutally attack her! She tried to scream, but it was wrapped so tightly around her head, it muffled the sound. Using nails and all, she tried to pry it off, but an unlucky misstep on the sidewalk over an icy patch slipped her to the ground with a loud very painful THUD!

On the bright side, the rug kept her from cracking her head wide open on the concrete, but that didn’t spare the rest of her body from feeling the hurt. Holly decided to play dead. Maybe the stupid thing would let go… and frankly she wasn’t sure yet if she weren’t paralyzed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:00 PM

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The fall did hurt a little – the Witch as expected, had a very thick skull. Elliot basked in victory till he realized the Witch was not moving anymore. Maybe they had fallen in a pond and he hadn’t realized?

Slowly, the rug unwrapped halfway and tickled Holly’s nose with its tassels, very persistently, making sure that wouldn’t be visible to possible passerby… Of course he wasn’t worried, he just wanted to know if the world was a safer place for rugs and small children…

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:23 PM

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Holly stayed still for a good several moments until that tickling of her nose was too much to bare. Her nose twitched and she brushed the tasseled edge away from her face. At least she could move. Pushing herself up on to her elbows and then sitting up right, she groaned. Her back might not have been broken, but she hurt like hell!

“Are you alright?” a familiar voice asked.

Holly blinked up to see her bosses’ boss. The big boss of them all, Kendal Davidson! Well, this was a great way to impress the higher-ups. Sprawled out on the sidewalk with a rug wrapped around your neck like a scarf! “M-Ms. Davidson! Uh, yeah… I just slipped on the ice.”

A raised eyebrow from the woman as she eyed Holly carefully. “Looks more like he’s trying to strangle you. If you’re trying to jump in to investigative reporting, cursed rugs aren’t the best way to start.”

“No it’s nothing like tha-” Holly paused, looking surprised, “Cursed rugs?” raising her hand she pointed at the rug around her neck. “This one?”

Ms. Davidson pinched the bridge of her nose, looking at bit annoyed and maybe a little stressed, but from what it wasn’t clear. “Here’s a word of advice. People get cursed for a reason, and if they’re going to smother you in public, yes I saw that, then they probably deserved it.” Shrugged her shoulders, she already started down the street. “Do yourself a favor and donate him to charity. He’d learn some humility.”

“Wait, him?!” Holly scrambled to her feet (well as quick as she could between wincing and owing), but when she stood… Ms. Davidson was already gone. That was fast. People said Kendal Davidson was weird, but jeeze.

“…What am I supposed to do with a cursed murderous [i]male[/i] rug?!” she shouted!

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:31 PM

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Elliot would rather go after the other lady, she didn’t seem any more polite but at least she seemed to know something! He guessed that was a more effective -witch- maybe. The rug slipped off Holly and slid away to try and find the other witch!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:39 PM

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Donate the rug to charity, there was an idea. The rug had let her loose and was drifting away. Holly was going to let it, until she released it was heading in Ms. Davidson’s direction.

“No!!” Holly lept after the rug, practically crash landing on top of it. It wasn’t graceful, it probably looked crazy as hell, but it couldn’t leave! “That’s the BIG boss! I swear to god if you get me fired I’m going to KILL you!!” Getting a good grip on the thing, Holly intended to drag it back in to the car. She’ll have to take it home, and call up the newspaper from there.

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Azul Morag – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:43 PM

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Elliot flailed violently when she landed on him like pro-wrestler – wasn’t she trying to get rid of him or what? Elliot wrapped around her like a wet towel; he was angry, confused, exhausted and fed up with the abuse! That other woman seemed helpful and he was going to FIND that other woman!

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Divinatas – Dec 14, 2008 at 11:56 PM

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“Argh..! Crazy bastard..!!” Wrestling with the rug wasn’t getting either of them very far. But as long as it wasn’t on her head, Holly stumbled over to the car. Keeping a grip on the rug as it tried to murder her, she fumbled to get the driver’s side door open, climbed in and slammed the door.

“HA!” was all she could squeak out, breathing heavily from the fight. For a rug, it – he? – was pretty damned strong. It didn’t help that her whole body was aching from that tumble. Holly rest her head on the steering wheel while she worked on prying the stupid rug loose.

“If you don’t get the hell off me, instead of taking you back where you came from, I’m going to send you to Siberia!” Holly hissed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:08 AM

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Elliot didn’t let go at all; he kept his grip with all the anger and frustration he was experiencing! In fact, he was so mad something new happened, just like when the rug became able to move and to fly; his emotions and his state of mind flowed into Holly’s mind faintly at first, then more definite and stronger but still wordless, like a voiceless language. He was mad at her of course, he was FED UP with the abuse, he was frustrated and he didn’t want to be a rug! He also thought her aunt and uncle were WAY more sensible people! And he just wanted to find the other woman before things got worse for him!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:22 AM

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How disturbing! Holly froze stiff for a moment, not quite sure if she were hearing voices, being poked, or simply stepping over threshold in to crazytown! She sure was getting tired of being called crazy, and hearing it from a [i]rug[/i] wasn’t making it better.

Forcing herself to relax, including refraining from trying to pry it away, pluck out it’s threads and pull it’s tassels, Holly took in a deep breath. A long breath.

“Ms. Davidson said I should donate you to charity, because a cursed rug is cursed for a reason. After you tried to steal my aunt and uncle’s holiday [i]and[/i] tried to murder me, it sounds like a grand idea. Frankly, you’re pretty damned violet for a rug and ~I~ don’t like the abuse! I don’t even know why I’m bothering to try and find where you came from, you’re making me look like some sort of maniac!” After all what was more crazy than sitting in your car arguing with a rug?

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:37 AM

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Wait, the Witch of the West could hear him? Elliot froze for an instant and loosened his grip a little. He glimpsed the slightest hope for him – after all, she was a crazy witch but maybe – just maybe – she could be a useful witch! He tried to explain about his sister and his name but somehow words didn’t seem to go through. So he ended up trying to project on her mind a LARGE image of the main building of Syrius Standard Oil Corporation, why it was almost as well-known as the Chrysler building, that ought to give her a good hint!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:49 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Huh?” she said flatly. Trying to figure out what she was hearing… seeing… sensing? Screw it, figure out what she was [i]thinking[/i], was… confusing. First of all, he gave off such a sense of pompous ego about whatever it was he (well the rug was definitely a HE) was trying to show her, that she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes and snorting.

Deciding he’d likely try to murder her again to soothe a bruised ego, Holly decided not to mention that she hadn’t recognized the building right off the bat. It did look like one of those near the Chronicle building in the downtown area. At least it was a place to start.

Argh the time…! Holly sighed! “Alright, alright. But I can’t go right this minute. I have to get back home before Aunt Nancy calls the cops on me.” she muttered, with little humor. “I can get the phone number and address there, anyway. [i]Now[/i] will you get off me.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 12:58 AM

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Elliot was a bit startled at the request. He hadn’t realized he was still wrapped around her in a desperate grip – calling upon the shreds of his dignity now that he was at least [i]more than just a rug[/i] he slithered to the next seat and after some tries he could at least partially roll up. He kept his tassels handy just in case she decided to just grab him and thwack the world around her with his poor self -again. Well, he wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going back to Syrius Standard Oil Corp. looking like [i]this[/i]. He could wait. He just let her know that!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:19 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Well then! This was more like it! …sort of. At least she wasn’t being squeezed like a python’s prey. Holly pulled the keys out of her pocket and sent them on their way back to the house. The ride went in silence, mostly as Holly tried to process these new little details of information. At least if Ms. Davidson saw the rug and said it was cursed, that meant Holly wasn’t loosing her mind. Convincing Aunt Nancy and Uncle Kevin wasn’t going to be easy.

When she finally parked the car at the house and stepped out, (this time at least trying to be somewhat considerate of the rug’s feelings if not so much his…er… body.) she decided it was better not to bring up the gritty details. “Nancy, I’m back.”

“Thank goodness! Holly, I was really starting to worr- Oooh! You changed your mind and brought it back! How wonderful!” cooed Aunt Nancy, bustling up from her seat looking far too pleased with herself.

“Uh, no. It was just the wrong address. I’m gonna see if I can dig up the correct one tonight and take him – IT – over in the morning.” Holly carried the rug over to the tree and set him down. “In the meantime I’m starving. I ran out before breakfast. Is there any of that deli stuff left?”

“Go ahead and make yourself a sandwich sweetie! There’s plenty!” Aunt Nancy replied, shooing Holly off in to the kitchen. Nancy was overjoyed to see the rub back, and was already unrolling it out to replace it back under the tree with all the presents arranged nice and neat. “You’re a good luck charm aren’t you, you adorable little thing!”

Holly returned taking a bite out of a sandwich in her hands, and looked startled! She swallowed before calmly speaking. “Uh… Nancy, isn’t it just a waste to set everything back up on the rug when I’m going to take it again in the morning?” …Holly wasn’t too sure if the rug wouldn’t get up and try to fly away with everything again.

“Don’t be silly, sweetie. It only takes a moment to move the tree.” replied Nancy, getting up to bustle back to the kitchen. “Oh! I invited a guest over for dinner tonight, so you better change out of those clothes! What where you doing this morning, rolling around on the ice?”

“…you’d be surprised.” muttered Holly.

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 1:30 AM

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Elliot was kind of snoozing and the lady stretching him out woke him up. He almost swatted her with his tassels but just on time realized this was the aunt, not the Witch of the West. However the aunt was determined to put him back under the tree and there was not much he could do about it without giving away his… disturbing paranormal properties. Elliot sighed inwardly. He never thought he’d ever be under some woman’s Christmas tree.

“You’re a good luck charm aren’t you, you adorable little thing!” Went the lady. Elliot didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry. He just laid there, listening. Again loaded with a tree and presents, Elliot wondered what sort of guests witches have to dinner…

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:18 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

A finished sandwich and a fresh change of clothes later, Holly returned. She was just about to sit down at the computer for a little rug-research when the doorbell rang. Grumbling under her breath she got up again to answer the door, but Aunt Nancy nearly flew out of the kitchen and beat her to it.

“You made it! I’m so glad. Holly will be thrilled!” commented Aunt Nancy as she let in her guest.

Thrilled wasn’t quite the right word. Holly thought [i]nauseated[/i] was a better description. Holly put on her best fake-smile. That one you knew damn well was fake, but it was a smile so you couldn’t say anything about it. “Aunt Nancy, what are you trying to pull?”

The man stepped in, not seeming to be phased by Holly’s fake smile at all. He pulled her in for a hug as well as a kiss on the cheek, before tugging her over towards the sofa. “C’mon now, don’t you have a better greeting for your favorite guy in the world?”

Holly dropped her smile, for the more honest groan of disgust and look of distaste. She dropped on to the sofa, visions of hanging Nancy from a tree dancing through her head. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to make miserable, Lance?”

“Oh, Holly. It’s almost Christmas, it’s the season of forgiveness, good deeds… [i]Reconnecting with loved ones..[/i].” Aunt Nancy hinted. If Holly could shoot mind daggers with a look, poor Aunt Nancy would’ve been speared to a wall. Wisely, the old woman excused herself saying that she needed to go pickup Uncle Kevin, leaving Holly alone with the man.

Lance had already made himself comfortable, sitting on the sofa next to Holly and draping an arm over her shoulder as if he owned the place. “I was pretty surprised when Nancy called. I mean, after you set me on fire last ye-”

“I didn’t set you on fire. Only a moron is going to lean over a table of lit candles with a plastic beard on.” Dumbass. She wished she HAD done it on purpose.

“No, no. It’s okay. I don’t hold a grudge. You know, I’ve been thinking about us a lot lately. Why don’t you come be my secretary at the Puget Times? We could work together again.”

“I already have a job.” What a jerk! That was a crystal clear offer for “office bitch” if she’s ever heard one!

Lance laughed! “You mean that weird-news rag? We’ve just got a tip-off that some oil tycoon might be missing. Those bozos at The Chronicle would likely write it up as some alien abductions or pirate curses. That’s not [i]real[/i] news. …Unless… You actually believe that nonsense?” he started laughing harder! “Boy, you’ve just jumped right off the crazy cliff, didn’t you!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:36 AM

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So the Witch of the West had set some poor sod on fire – that was news. Elliot lazily listened, stretching a little under the Christmas tree. The guy seemed confident he had to admit, to be hitting on someone able to set people on fire not to mention smack them against furniture and stomp on them, too. Elliot wasn’t surprised about the ‘rag news’ newspaper, since Holly had said the other witch could get her fired (sort of). Maybe he was actually lucky to have landed there. He also mentioned a missing oil tycoon – well, hopefully not many were disappearing nowadays; he hoped Holly would relate that with the building he showed her earlier… However this visitor very obviously had some holiday agenda and the witch wasn’t happy. He could tell that much. The visitor was laughing. Elliot didn’t really have any saying here, but for some reason he was angry again. His tassels flicked and in an instant, he was fully awake.

The Christmas tree wasn’t plugged yet, the aunt had unpluggled it when she replaced the rug beneath it. Elliot wished the loudmouthed guy would leave. He was distracting the Witch from more important things, like finding out how to break this stupid curse! Elliot was scowling – well, he would be! The Christmas tree lit for a couple of seconds, then the lights went off again, dying out with a creepy hiss…

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 2:57 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly was three seconds away from planting her elbow in Lance’s face. Then the tree’s lights flickered. She paused giving it a curious look. Lance seemed to be doing the same thing. “Well, Lance. You’ve gone and pissed off my rug. I guess it’s time for you to leave.”

“Your rug?” Lance smirked. Okay, so the tree wasn’t plugged in. There were battery operated lights these days. “I swear, Holly, ever since your Dad and brother blew themselves up, you’ve jus-”

CRACK! That was the sound of her fist smashing in to his nose!

“Ow, shit!” said Holly, shaking her hand. She might’ve broken her own knuckles in the process, but boy was it worth it! Lance was howling in pain holding his now bleeding nose, and cursing up a storm!

“Fucking Christ! Crazy bi-ARGH!” Lance hadn’t been able to growl another word as Holly at snatched up the firepoker from the hearth and was poking him in the rear! Herding him out of the living room and through the front door like she was moving cattle, she poked, prodded and thwacked him until he stumbled out the door.

“AND IF YOU COME BACK, I’LL [I]REALLY[/I] SET YOU ON FIRE, YOU SLIMY SACK OF STUPID!” she screamed and slammed the door!

Holly stomped back to the living room, replacing the firepoker. She dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace and rest her head on her knees. …jackass! Holly couldn’t care less what anyone thought of her, but he didn’t have to go talking about her family like that..!

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:12 AM

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In entirely different circumstances, Elliot would have laughed insanely at the whole whooping scene, but he wasn’t amused this time. He wasn’t one of the youngest CEOs in the country for nothing (despite he yes, inherited the company, being the CEO was another story). His mind automatically made some connections. The witch hates Christmas season, the old relatives mentioned her closer family died during Christmas season and now the new piece of information added a more dramatic twist. He couldn’t blame her for being a witch (but again, he had accepted that fact without blaming her for it!). She set the guy on fire intentionally or not, but those blows to the personality were definitely intended. However, why was HE the cursed one? She seemed to have a curse, herself.

Now she was just sitting there. Elliot didn’t have much to say, but he expressed the wish she would do the same to his step sister, picturing her a crazy and greedy brat. She could smile or not, but at least he was safe under the tree!

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Divinatas – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:45 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly had forgotten she wasn’t alone. She sat up brushing the tears from her face with annoyance and flicking them at the fire. It’s not like a rug could see her cry anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“You shouldn’t think about your sister that way. One day she may not be there anymore.” she muttered. A long silence followed again. This wasn’t what she wanted to be thinking about at the moment. There was a rug to send home, after all? Holly was up and on her feet, moving slowly across the room. A vague sound of a pill bottle being shaken, as she returned with a glass of water and sat back down at the computer.

“I’ll just find that building. We can go there in the morning.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 15, 2008 at 3:54 AM

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She is not my sister, he could have replied – well, if he could. It was strange, put that way… but Elliot had never said it aloud anyway – it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t even [i]know[/i] the girl, let alone her mother and all they had ever required was cash. That ought to suffice, it always had – if the girl would have just left him alone this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. Way to call a stranger a sister; a girl that turned him into a rug and sold him on Ebay, then deleted her account.

However he didn’t have a way to say that to Holly, and what was the use anyway? Elliot had to admit the ferocity of her reaction had impressed him. He had no one to be so protective about, not since his father died. The old man was strange, but they were strange in the same way. Come to think about it, he had only been alone after his father died.

Great, now -he- was depressed. He heard the tickling of the pills. They were in the same room, but they both were alone nonetheless.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:03 AM

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The silence was only interrupted by the faint tapping of Holly’s fingers on the computer keyboard. For a moment she paused to pop two of those pills in her mouth and take a sip of the water. That’s what they were for, right? Those moments she was diving in to bad-thoughts so deeply that her chest was starting to hurt.

First she pulled up a directory of Elswen. Focused on the main city area. There was a nice picture of the skyline. It took a few moments to find a picture at the right angle, but she found the name of the building the rug projected at her.

“Syrius Standard Oil…?” she muttered softly and cast a look over at the rug. Wouldn’t he rather project his actual HOME or something? Family? Google searching the company, Holly dug up some more about the building and it’s business. Hitting the print button, the info and the address printed out on a few sheets of paper. Once they were finished, Holly took them over to the fireplace and sat down next to the tree and rug.

Holly lay the papers out on the floor, though she wasn’t entirely sure the rug could see anything. It’s not like rugs had eyes. Her chest was still aching, enough for her to pause a moment trying to breathe.

She had a thought… Lance was cracking some joke about a missing oil tycoon. The rug wouldn’t be related to that would he?

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:15 AM

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Elliot didn’t hear her when she muttered the name of the company; he was too busy brooding. He only noticed when she sat near him and heard the rustling of paper. He still couldn’t see anything, only and very faintly perceive large shapes around him. Elliot flicked his tassels slightly, feeling as flat as he actually was. He waited for her to speak.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:31 AM

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Releasing a slow breath, she got that hurt in her chest under control. Holly picked up the first of the papers.

“Did you work for Syrius Oil?” Holly asked, reading over the papers. They didn’t exactly have an employee name and address on them. Just a little history about the company and it’s top CEOs. “I need a name or something… I don’t think I’ll get a lot of results there showing up with a rug and asking ‘Anyone know this rug?’ Why didn’t you show me your house or family’s home?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 4:38 AM

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Elliot flapped his tassels angrily at the ‘anyone know this rug?’ joke. YES, the company’s building his practically his home, he tried to stress. He tried to transmit words, but that still wasn’t working… He tapped the floor, feeling impatient and frustrated… He thought harder.

Elliot tried to figure out what to show… He tried his step sister again. She still came across as a crazy teenager, but at least her name was the same as the Ebay account, that could give a hint to Holly.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:01 AM

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If rugs could scream, that was probably what he was doing at her. It was all bucnh of jumbled ARGH in her head, and it was nearly giving her a headache! There were thoughts about his sister again, rather wicked things… but at least adelaide jumped out at her.

“Okay, okay. Jesus, think any harder and you’re going to make my head explode.” she muttered, quick scanning over the papers. Frankly, she didn’t think there was going to be anything usefu- Oh, there [i]was[/i] a mention of her name!

“Adelaide Graham-Smith who recently participated in school events…” Holly didn’t bother to read the article in it’s entirety. Having her full name was enough for her to ask for at the Syrius Oil building. She’d just ask one of the secretaries at the front desk about it.

“Holly, we’re back! Oh, is Lance gone already?” chimed Aunt Nancy, stepping inside with Uncle Kevin behind her. Uncle Kevin looked pretty mad as he came in the house, giving Holly an apologetic look. At least he understood!

“Yes and I’ll thank you not to meddle again. I swear to god, Nancy, you have the worst judgment of character.” Holly nearly growled, but Nancy was looking chided enough as it is, and likely Uncle Kevin had given her a good lecture too. Sighing, Holly got off the floor and picked up her papers. “I think I’ll skip dinner tonight. I don’t feel to well, so I’m going to bed.” Giving Uncle Kevin a kiss on the cheek and another glare at Nancy, she went on to bed.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:36 AM

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Well, that was that. Elliot DID agree with the fact that the aunt had the worst possible judgment of character (the earlier -you adorable little thing- cooing made him feel ridiculous, if it was possible to feel any worse). Holly was gone and soon the older people were gone to bed, too.

Elliot spent hours thinking under the Christmas tree. It was incredible, but he was actually having second thoughts at getting turned back to his normal self. Being forced to think about identifiable aspects of his life, or someone to turn to for help… was not tossing a pretty picture. It made him feel lonely and made him realize how much he actually missed his father. Who could be missing -him? His secretary, maybe. Clarice was a good woman and quite helpful, too. Everything else was mostly work relations, a few old friends he hadn’t seen in forever and a general wish to be left alone in his own world. Certainly he did not believe his aloof ways gave anyone the right to turn him into a rug just because he refused to play the show-and-tell pet for [B][I]her[/I][/B]… but he wondered if being a rug was any less stressful than being Elliot Graham-Parker.

Maybe it was the season, and the rather depressing and abusive way he had been treated lately. Christmas was crushing him – literally. What the hell do these boxes have inside? And the jingling tree agonizing on top of him couldn’t be having it any better… unless it was plastic. That would spare it everything; the shaking, the stomping, the being beaten against things, the cooing and the chimney sparks. Elliot unplugged the tree again and once more levitated with all his cargo over the floor. Sheesh, he was even getting familiarized with the position of the furniture already.

Now, if he could just shake off the tree, he could maybe scurry under the kitchen door… but he thought again. It wasn’t fair, he guessed, for the older people and even for the Witch of the West, whose name – quite ironically! – was Holly. Elliot decided to get her to remove all this stuff off him so he could just leave. Jinglejingle went the tree as he sailed across the house till he found the stairs and tried to find her room… Faint snoring informed him which room was occupied by two people and not one. He floated outside her door and softly jingled the tree. Nothing. He shook it harder – sheesh, witches were supposed to have light sleep!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 5:56 AM

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Holly was apparently sleeping deep, she didn’t move or stir at the sound of jingling. Her door was slightly cracked open for those moments Aunt Nancy came to take a peek. On the bedside table that bottle of pills and a happy cheerful photograph of Holly and her Brother making goofy faces at one of the Mall security guards.

Speaking of Aunt Nancy, she must have heard something suspicious and perhaps thought Holly was up to something weird again. There was a creak of the bed in the other room and the soft mumbling of an old lady slipping on her slippers!

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There was the old lady coming out! Elliot couldn’t go back downstairs, so he pushed the door open and flied in, then closed the door behind him the best he could, yet leaving it just adjusted and floated behind it with his cargo to avoid being seen, should the old lady peek into the room… He tried to hold very still so the darn bells wouldn’t jingle!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:16 AM

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Aunt Nancy stepped out of her room and glanced down the hall. Yawning she stepped softly, stopping at Holly’s door. Just barely opening it a crack she peeked inside. Holly was still in bed safe and sound, thankfully not doing anything we- Aunt Nancy blinked! Was that one of the Christmas balls on the floor?

The door opened slowly, Aunt Nancy bending over to pick up the ornament. When she stood right again,.. there was the tree! Tree, presents and rug! All tucked away neatly in the corner of the room. Tears welled up in the old woman’s eyes! “Oh Holly, you poor dear!” she whispered! This was at least a much better outcome than Holly trying to sent people on fire.

Aunt Nancy hung the ornament back on the tree and tip-toed over to the bed to tuck Holly in. “Poor thing, wanting Christmas nearby to be closer to her family.” she mumbled, adjusting the blankets just right. Holly didn’t wake, still sleeping soundly. Nancy picked up the bottle of pills and shook her head. The prescription was already running out. Maybe she’ll stop pestering the girl about taking her medication!

Content that everything was alright, Nancy left and went back to bed!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:25 AM

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Elliot patiently suffered the tree on top of him being dotted on, then the Witch being dotted on… till the old woman left. Elliot frowned inwardly – if the woman would -just- wake up, they could have their perfect holidays! Elliot waited till the shuffling of slippers died away and the old woman was hopefully, back in bed. Then he hovered a little and made the tree jingle again…

Nothing. Elliot landed and flailed his tassels in frustration! Again he hovered and made the bells jingle…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:35 AM

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It really didn’t seem like Holly was ever going to wake up, but after a moment or too she mumbled something under her breath (that sounded a bit like “Jingle balls is NOT funny Noel!”) and rolled to her side. Her hand reached out fumbling for the alarm clock. 5 AM…? What the hell?

Blinking wearily she glanced around to find, surprise surprise, the rug and tree. Groaning, Holly fell back in to bed and pulled the pillow over her head. A muffled ‘I’m sleeping’ barely being audible.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 6:43 AM

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Elliot was NOT going to accept that answer. He made the tree jingle again and floated higher (this was tiring and stressing)… and the tree lit up! Just a blink of lights first, then POF! It was all lit up and flying in the middle of the bedroom! Elliot was not quite aware of it, because he was too mad to notice – till he realized he was seeing bright shadows again. The tree lights went off with a jingle of bells.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:11 AM

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Jesus, he was lightning up the room like a firecracker. If he made the tree any brighter it’d catch on fire! Grumbling a few curses under her breath, Holly rolled out of bed with a thump. 5 freaking AM. She pulled off her pajamas as she crawled, practically falling in to the closet while she pulled out some fresh clothes. A sweater stuffed over her head, a pair of pants pulled on. Socks, boots.

With clothes on, Holly shuffled past the tree and in to the hall. Heading towards the kitchen much like a zombie to fresh meat. A cup of coffee. Something hot with caffeine, then she’ll kick the rug for being an impatient sleep-ruining tree stealer, drive him to the Syrius building and… well, coffee first! Then planning!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:25 AM

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Elliot was perplexed; he tried to get in her way and was ignored. When she finally was stationary and seemingly having breakfast, he hovered next to her and very patiently tried to communicate the idea of the tree and presents next to the fireplace BUT without him underneath and then the door open.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:31 AM

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Holly made herself a cup of coffee and dropped in to a kitchen chair. As she sipped, she was casting the rug a rather blank glare. Her very tired mind was trying to imagine the beast as a man. One that seemed to have no issue with waking up too damned early, worked for an oil company, had a horrible temperament… and most likely cursed for these very same reasons. of course, Holly was not a morning person, so thinking murder by de-threading only came natural to her.

“Do you ever [i]sleep[/i]? Stop? Chill out? Smell the roses, enjoy peace and quiet, soak up the sun, or any other seemingly non-productive activities that we normal sleep-loving humans happen to enjoy?” she didn’t mean to sound so crouchy. But it did make her wonder what sort of man he was.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:45 AM

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The tree lit up again – she was not even trying to listen! Elliot hovered up and down flashing the tree lights, but that couldn’t be helpful, he realized. He hovered lower and turned off the tree.

Elliot made the tree jingle again out of spite and circled the place where she was sitting…. Of [i]course[/i] he slept, he had a bed at the office! Actually it was a specially designed closet of sorts with sliding panels, a bed and bookshelves, and a closet with sliding cabinets, and a wonderful bathroom with a big bath – he had decided bathtubs were relaxing very long ago. He also had an apartment, but he kind of liked the office unit best because it was stylish and nobody had to know about it. He ate in restaurants, if he needed to chill out he’d go to a club or go reading to the Company’s private library. What else was to desire? It wasn’t like she was going to see all that though, if she was refusing to simply understand he wanted the tree and presents off him and the door open!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:53 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

He was making her kind of nauseous with all that circling around her like a shark and attempting to throw so many images at her all at once that all she could make out was AWESOME BATHTUB and GO GO GO GO GO. Which she was pretty sure was rug-speak for, get off your ass and lets leave already.

Drinking down the last of her coffee, she snatched up a couple of the presents from the rug and headed over to the fireplace. “I got the message. Tree and presents off, then away.”

…. “Are you the type to play with bath toys?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 7:59 AM

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Elliot grumbled inwardly without even attempting to reply and sailed back to the spot near the fireplace, where he landed and waited for her to remove everything. Evil Witch of the West, it was impossible to get anything past her skull… He wondered why he had even tried.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:06 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Apparently you have no sense of humor.” Holly said, taking the tree off first to place it in the corner. Then all the presents were removed and arranged where they belonged. She wasn’t sure how she figured that bit out. Maybe it was the way the rug moved around. Unless he was projecting his distaste for her so loudly that she was picking it up.

After scribbling a note for Aunt Nancy and Uncle Kevin, Holly shrugged on her coat. “Alright rug, I’m driving you to Syrius. Let’s go.” Opening up the door so he could fly on through, she stepped out after him towards the car. This time she didn’t open up the trunk to stuff him in, she just opened up the driver’s side so he could fly in and find himself a seat.

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:09 AM

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Elliot shook a little and flied out yes, past the door and past the car and down what seemed to be the sidewalk, looking for some alleyway to slip behind the houses…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Hey~!” Stunned in to a blinking silence, Holly watched the rug fly off like hell was on his heels. She wanted to shout some curse words and chase after him, but he already disappeared around the corner. And didn’t she want to get rid of him in the first place…?

Holly was surprised to find herself offended. She didn’t have to help that cursed rug and she was going out of her way to do so, despite the fact Nancy and Kevin thought she was losing her marbles now. She should turn around and go back inside to crawl back in bed.

Groaning with a sigh, Holly dropped in to the driver’s seat, slammed the car door and started the ignition. Against her better judgment, she’d go to Syrius and see if she could catch him there. At the very least she could get the address of his sister and tell the missy where her rug-brother went.

The Syrius building was easy to find. It was only a few blocks away from The Chronicle, so the drive wasn’t bad. Holly parked the car and glanced around. There weren’t any flying rugs hanging around scaring people. …checking her watch, open business hours were just starting. Holly headed in to the building and straight to the front desk.

“Hi. Uh, I have a gift for Adelaide Graham-Smith. From her brother. But I misplaced the address. Do you mind digging it up for me?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 8:53 AM

[dash][b]Syrius Standard Oil Corporation[/b]

Syrius Building was a mass of concrete, steel and glass built after WW2 by famous architect Philip Johnson: heavy and definite geometric shapes, abstract elements from Greek classic construction and specially, glass; plenty of it. The massive building itself formed sharp edges towards the skies to complete the run in an austere crown, cutting sharp shadows in the sunlight. The main lobby still retained most of the characteristics of its original spatial design, several stories high and crossed by sleek bridges at the sides. There were special digital displays with company investments and environmental research for the public, a giant screen seemingly floating above with commercials and announcements, and a Stock/ DAQ screens running below the first balconies in the perimeter walls. A female, robotic voice greeted visitors and made announcements about the company. There was a front desk, long and sleek with several attendants and a futuristic design. The building was active, but it was too early yet. The clerk that attended Holly had picture-perfect makeup and hair, with a curious hat on her hair. She smiled and recited the obligatory greeting, then blinked at Holly’s request.

“A gift for miss Adelaide Graham-Smith from her brother?” She repeated with a a second blink. “If you mean…” She seemed to be processing the information. “Miss Graham-Smith doesn’t have any brothers, unless you mean Chief Executive Officer, Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker. Miss Graham-Smith lives up state with her mother.”

The clerk still seemed mystified.

“Do you have an appointment?”

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:03 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly blinked back at the desk clerk with the same mystified expression. Chief Executive Officer? …Was now a cute Christmas rug with Santa Claus and Friends? No wonder he was so pissed off. Holly might’ve laughed if her Aunt wasn’t the unlucky sucker to have purchased him.

Wiping that look off her face, Holly sighed and nodded at the clerk. “That’s definitely her. I get the impression that they don’t get along or talk much..?” she asked, curiously. If the rug pictured her as a little brat. Their last names were different, so obviously the girl was a half-sister or step-sister. They couldn’t have been close if she turned him in to a rug and sold him off on eBay!

“Er, not that I mean to get nosy or anything. It’s just really urgent that I delivery it to her as soon as possible.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:14 AM

[dash][b]Syrius Standard Oil Corporation[/b]

The clerk blinked. She wasn’t supposed to say such things, but she was so surprised and Holly seemed so surprised as well that she might have said things she wasn’t supposed to say!

“Actually… no, from what I hear… Mr. Graham-Rothschild remarried some years ago, but his son… well, Mr. Graham-Parker does not socialize with them, yet he sees about their needs as his father specified in his Will. He has nothing against them, but I am not sure he’s met them… yet he did attend the wedding.”

The clerk spied by the corner of her eye and saw a shark… errr supervisor turning the corner not too far away.

“I am not authorized to give you Mrs. Graham-Smith’s address, but magazines have it, I suppose it is public information at the city register…”

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly frowned, not because the clerk couldn’t give her the address, but because apparently the rug doesn’t socialize with his family… at all! Holly was having a hard time trying to comprehend something like that. Her family was her whole world, and he doesn’t even talk to his? It sounded like he never even tried, even before his father died.

Finding something they had in common with a loss of family, but not necessarily a pleasant thought to think about, Holly gave the clerk a weak smile and thanked her before walking out. Outside there was still no signs of the rug. Rugs didn’t have eyes, he couldn’t flown himself to his doom somewhere.

Already invested in the mystery of finding out, Holly headed back in to car and drove off. He escaped the house so maybe she’d find him zooming around somewhere. Thank god Elswen was an island. At least she wouldn’t have to look across the whole country.

A good three hours of driving around town later, Holly finally spotted a carpet hovering near a gazebo in the park. Hoping there weren’t any [i]other[/i] cursed Christmas rugs loose in town, she stopped the car in a space on the sidewalk and got out.

“Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker, you’re a real devil to find.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:37 AM

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Elliot was startled (and somewhat ashamed) at being found by Holly. He did try to keep from being noticeable, but maybe he wasn’t doing a good job out of it. Still, and despite discovering homelessness was not for him, he had not changed his mind about turning back to his old self… but now Holly knows his name! He just hovered there, indecisive.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 9:55 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Stuffing her hands in to her pockets, Holly took her time walking over to the gazebo. She plopped down on the bottom step near enough to the rug and blew out a breath.

“I went to Syrius and a very nice clerk told me that I could find Adelaide’s address in a directory. And being curious about the rug that’s turned me in to a raving lunatic, I asked a question or two. …It sort of had me wondering on the drive, why don’t you ever talk to your sister?” she asked, though putting it more like an out-loud thought rather than an actual question.

“You think of her like she’s a wicked brat and she cursed you, so I thought maybe you hated each other and never got along. But it seems like you have never even spoken to her.” Holly stretched out her legs and frowned. “Did you ever even try to get to know her..?”

Holly wasn’t even sure why she cared, but she felt it was important to be close to your family while you had them. Didn’t he realize that his sister was trying to get his attention? Why else would the girl do something so crazy?

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:08 AM

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Elliot was frowning – well, he [i]would be[/i]. Adelaide was not his sister. Her mother married his father, he wasn’t even involved! Besides, he didn’t know them at all. To Elliot, it was illogic to suppose they were [i]family[/i] by any means. His father wanted to get married, well he respected that. He didn’t object, he didn’t get in the way and he looked after their needs – and right there was where a line was drawn. He had his life, they had theirs. Apparently, it was an unsaid agreement. He was an adult when they married. Then why somehow he was the rug AND the villian in the picture?

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:28 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

He was mad again. It wasn’t easy, but Holly was getting use to that way he ranted. It wasn’t in words, but there was a real emotion behind it. She was trying to understand. Holly just shook her head sadly. “You just don’t want to be attached to anyone at all, do you? It’s pretty lonely.” she said simply.

It was freezing cold outside, and the clouds were suggesting snow in the next day or two. It always snowed in Elswen for Christmas. Her mother called it the Christmas Miracle of the town.

“I guess maybe it’s not a bad idea. Not being attached. I loved my family so much and now they-” she paused to swallow, “They’re not here anymore. Christmas was always the best time of year, but now….” Holly leaned forward. There was that ache in her chest again, that difficulty in breathing. She didn’t have those pills with her. “It’d be easier if everyone left me alone.”

Ugh, crying again. Holly wished SHE was the rug, as she wiped her face on her sleeve. “Eh… but I am not the one with the problem. Where would you like to go now, or have you decided that you don’t want my help?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 10:47 AM

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Elliot was starting to empathize her, despite she was the Witch of the West and had stomped on him, beaten him against objects and called him a murderous rug that deserved to be a rug. At least she had tried to help him… after all that! She was having a rough time, herself.

Elliot simply had no idea what he wanted to do. He guessed he could donate himself to the nearest church sale and spend 11 months a year in a box. It was just too awful to think about, the more time that passed. Turned into a rug and sold on Ebay by someone whose life HE made sure was affluent and safe. It was incomprehensible and he -still- was the murderous rug here. Elliot guessed in such circumstances, laying in front of the hearth was not so bad.

He had not been depressed since mourning his father. What a helpless feeling – it was even more depressing because he was helpless. Elliot landed on the gazebo’s floor and rolled up.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:21 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

That really wasn’t much of an answer. But considering he now looked how she felt, it was clear that if they were going to sit outside feeling sorry for themselves, they’d turn in to popcicles. …if rugs could freeze.

“Jesus, Elliot.” she muttered softly. Getting to her feet, she tugged over the rolled up rug and tucked him under her arm. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll beat the devil out of your sister until she uncurses you. Then you can string her up by her toes and hang from the Main Street Christmas tree.” it was meant to cheer him up, but then again if she were the rug she’d probably use that as a serious suggestion.

Holly headed for the car, opening up the passenger side door to set him inside. She even buckled the seat-belt over him so he wouldn’t get flung around while she was driving.

“You little thief!” said a voice from behind her! Holly found herself jerked around by the arm to face Lance of all people! He grabbed the collar of her jacket shoving her back against the car.

“Ow! What the hell, Lance!” Holly swung a fist fully intending to break his nose twice, but he snatched her wrist and twist her harm painfully behind her back.

“So you’re trying to steal my story now? I saw you back at the Syrius building and heard you mention Elliot Graham-Parker. You think you’re gonna upstage me? Get a fancy interview with a CEO and steal my job?!” he growled!

“I don’t want your stupid job! Get the hell off me.” she shouted back, wincing. Holly knew he was a jackass, but she didn’t think he was a psychopath!

Lance didn’t seem to believe it as he leaned forward to his in her ear. “I rolled a lot of heads to get my job, and that story is gold. If I see you snooping around about Elliot Graham-Parker again, I’ll break your legs, no joke.” He let go of her rather suddenly, backing away to flash his cocky grin before turning and walking away!

Holly just stood there leaning against the car, blinking at his retreating back with a startled look!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:32 AM

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Elliot was startled at the noise and then the attack – wow, Nancy got to be one of those creatures the fact they are alive is a miracle in itself, if she thought that guy was safe to be allowed into her house! Being buckled up, he couldn’t slip outside and wrap around the head of that jerk… but he had almost managed to wriggle free when the guy left as quickly as he had appeared.

Holly was still outside the car and he had no way to tell if she was injured. He wriggled more till he could free himself and slid out to find her.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:48 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly hadn’t moved until she caught glimpse of the rug out of the corner of her eye. Slowly she straightened, nudging the rug back in to the car without a word and closing the door. Rounding the back, Holly slipped in to the driver’s side. She rubbed her wrist and reached for her keys, but her hands were shaking so bad she couldn’t stick them in the ignition.

She certainly wasn’t cold anymore! Her face felt warm, and she wasn’t sure if she were angry or just plain scared! It was near impossible to breath again, so Holly rest her head on the steering wheel.

“He missed out, huh? Had his story right in front of him and he didn’t notice.” she tried to make light of the whole thing. “I’ll have to take you home just so he can’t get his stupid story.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 11:54 AM

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Elliot expressed the wish Lance would slip on the sidewalk and break his neck. There was not much else he could do, after all. He partially rolled up and just sat there, slowly tapping the seat with his tassels. He could have suffocated him… but she could also call the police – he let her know that.

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:04 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“I like the suffocating idea.” she muttered under her breath. She could call the police, but after last Christmas she suspected Lance might try to suggest she was setting him on fire again.

Holly sat back up, finally managing to drag in a deep breath and still her hands well enough to turn the ignition and get the car started. “It’s empty threats. Nothing to be concerned about, anyway. Getting you back to normal is more important at the moment.”

Focusing her thoughts on the cursed rug, she turned the car out of it’s parking space and started on the street to return home. “I can connect to my office computer from home and search some address directories. Then we can go straight to Adelaide’s place.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:08 PM

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There was reluctance oozing from Elliot all the way after she mentioned uncursing him. He wasn’t quite intending to let her know that, but he was starting to feel strongly about it, yet he was aware it seemed strange it was just the way he felt about it!

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:19 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly cast a side glance over at the rug. At [i]Elliot[/i], who perhaps didn’t mean to let on his second thoughts, but with the way he was projecting the emotion it was hard not to notice. Blinking with a slight confusion, she tried to work it out in her head. Why would anyone want to stay a rug? …was he regretting his life?

“Hum…” she started slowly, thinking she might try to talk him out of that melancholy, but really unsure of what to say. Everything she thought of just came across as bossy or lecturing. What did she know about his life anyway to have a right to comment on it? If he wanted to stay a rug it was his own business.

But what a really boring existence that would be.

“…I guess… you could just stay with me if you don’t want to go home. When Christmas is over I wouldn’t stuff you in a box somewhere. Although… I suppose your business would suffer. And I can’t imagine what it’s like not getting to eat cheeseburgers…”

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:31 PM

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Elliot rolled up a little more. He wasn’t sure yet he was going to miss any of those things, yet he guessed he’d end up fretting about his work after a week or so. But still… He tried to reason himself out of depression, but his mind only drew a blank. He just stayed there and snoozed. He seemed to do that a lot lately…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:48 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Not good, not good at all. The rest of the trip home was in silence, and Holly didn’t bother to disturb him when they arrive. She just picked him up under arms and headed back in to the house. If he couldn’t make the decision she’d make it for him.

“Still with that rug…?” said Aunt Nancy, looking up from her needlework from the sofa. For claiming it was evil, now she seemed to be attached to the thing! She was taking it everywhere!

“Uh, yeah. I found out who sent it, so I’m just going to look up the address now.” Holly set Elliot down next to the computer desk and sat down. She hadn’t bothered to pull off her coat as she logged in to her office account online and did a search over the databanks. Adelaide Graham-Smith… Adelaide…

“Sweetie, you look a little pale. Are you alright?” Aunt Nancy had gotten up and was hovering around Holly’s chair now, pressing a hand to her forehead. “You’re as cold as ice! I don’t think you should be running around anywhere else today. Why don’t you crawl up in to bed and I’ll bring you some nice hot soup for lunch?”

Holly sighed! “Nancy, have you ever wondered what would happen if you lost yourself and you weren’t you anymore, and you couldn’t find a way back to yourself fast enough so you were slowly slipping away where you didn’t even exist? I think that’s happening right now, so I [i]really[/i] would like to take the rug back before it’s too late.” Ah! There it was! Adelaide’s address! Now she just had to get up and go!

Aunt Nancy looked startled! Holly was so much worse off than she had ever expected! She really was losing her mind! “That’s it! Holly, this has gone far enough. I won’t let you slip in to madness and leave us! I’m going to get rid of this rug myself!” Before Holly could stop her, Aunt Nancy was snatching up the rug and marching for the back door.

“Nancy, you can’t! Give him back!” Holly hopped out of her chair and chased after her!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 12:57 PM

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Elliot was jostled awake when Nancy grabbed him and he heard Holly behind them and protesting… Great, now he was a demon rug, surely. Elliot still didn’t want to give Nancy a heart attack, so he feigned being a simple rug – what was she going to do, put him in the charities box? He felt a little lethargic yet – all the ‘exercise’ of the later days must be getting to him just now, he guessed…

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Divinatas – Dec 16, 2008 at 1:18 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Aunt Nancy stopped right out in to the back yard, heading to where Uncle Kevin was burning up all those leaves he had raked out of the grass. Holly was on her tail, and screaming furious!

“Nancy, I’ve never hit you in my life, but I’m about to knock out your teeth if you don’t give me that rug!” she shouted, trying to catch up to the woman. For an old lady she was fast!

“Kevin! You better grab her she’s hysterical!” cried Nancy, dodging Holly’s snatching for the rug. Uncle Kevin wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but his wife was running around and Holly was screaming, so he did the logical thing and grabbed Holly. “Sweetie, if I had known the rug would upset you this badly I never would have bought it! I’m just going to burn it, so don’t you worry about having to return it!”

“What?! You can’t burn him – you’ll kill him! Give me that damned rug!” Holly squirmed to get out of Uncle Kevin’s arms. Of all the times for Nancy to see sense about something! It had to be the wrong timing!

“Alive? Good lord, Kevin! She’s senile!” Nancy was nearly in tears! All she wanted to do was give Holly her Christmas spirit back, she never wanted to make her worse!

“Damnit, I’m not crazy! Just give me the rug back!”

Uncle Kevin was thankfully a more even-tempered man. Having a good grip on Holly and looking back and forth between the girl and her aunt, he gave the situation some serious thought. After a moment he shrugged his shoulders. “Nancy, you go ahead and give her the rug back. There’s no harm in her having it. I’m sure Holly promises not to hurt anybody or herself, right?”

Holly stopped her squirming to sigh gratefully. “Yes, I promise! I just want the rug.” With her promise Uncle Kevin let her go. Holly refrained from leaping across the yard and tackling her aunt. Aunt Nancy looked really doubtful, but she finally handed the rug back to Holly.

“Nancy, you go on back inside.” Uncle Kevin said. Nancy sniffled dramatically, but she returned to the house. Once she was gone Kevin rest a hand on Holly’s shoulder. “I know you miss them, and you don’t like talking to me or Nancy. That’s alright with me. Just remember there’s somebody out there that’ll listen and understand. You don’t have to be upset by yourself.” He gave her another pat on the shoulder and a ruffle of her hair before he returned to tending the burning leaves.

Holly sniffled just like Aunt Nancy as she returned back to the house with the rug in hand!

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Azul Morag – Dec 16, 2008 at 1:30 PM

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What in Hell was that?, was all Elliot could think after the whole thing. He was… drowsy but burning him was completely out of the question and he would have wrapped around someone if they were to try something too hot for comfort. He was still trying to… to figure out when exactly he’d have to flail for his life when he was rescued and he hadn’t yet come to terms with that fact when the uncle spoke.

That was something. Elliot was aware of course (after all that had happened to this point) that Holly was being dragged through Christmas, but he hadn’t thought she was being dragged through family relations too, not after the things she had said earlier. Elliot almost didn’t object to be carried like his in her hand, but he reached out and patted her hand with his tassels. Her relatives would understand, eventually. She loved them, after all – and they loved her. That was more that he could say. He just let her know that.

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Divinatas – Dec 17, 2008 at 4:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly took the rug upstairs to her room, setting him down on the bed before snatching up her pills from the dresser and popping a couple in her mouth. She retrieved a quick cup of water from the bathroom to drink them down before she fell backwards on the bed. Throwing an arm over her face, she just needed a moment to calm down. A little time to make that ache go away so she could get back to the rug. Elliot. Who was nearly kindling for a yard fire! He might have been feeling more and more like a rug, but she was seeing him more and more as a person! It was nearly disturbing!

“I’m going to take you to see your sister.” she mumbled after a moment. “Even if you want to stay a rug, you should hear why she cursed you. That’s the right thing to do.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 17, 2008 at 5:12 AM

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Elliot -would- have protested, but all the excitement made him a little tired so that he just needed a little nap and he’d be alright, or so he thought. He was snoozing there and having strange dreams about meetings, stale coffee and some idiot he awarded a scalding memo with copy to the executive board for being caught trying to embezzle his arse. Work was so tiring sometimes… and people were strange. His father had showed him a file with photos and personal information about the woman he wanted to marry. His father wasn’t being a creep, he just needed to keep everything neatly filed or else he’d forget details and have a fit. The woman was divorced, with a little daughter and a Schnauzer – whatever happened to real dogs? In any case, they were going to marry. The woman looked a little tired but she didn’t look like a social climber at the Company’s Christmas party. That was his only memory of her. The rest of his scattered images were photographic and cardboard-esque wedding group poses for mementos. Someone ran the Schnauzer over at the parking lot. He couldn’t quite remember if he felt sorry for their dog or not. Being a rug made things fuzzy and flat, with clumps of dust and dancing dustbunnies.

Elliot was still snoozing when they finally left, and he forgot to ask where he was supposed to spend the rest of the year. He patiently tried to warn Holly if she’d put him anywhere near his step sister he was going to suffocate her, but he seemed to keep on trailing off.

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Divinatas – Dec 18, 2008 at 5:45 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

It was all just getting worse and worse. Holly wasn’t sure if she meant herself or Elliot who was trying to threaten her, she was sure, but he just sounded so sleepy. If he wasn’t turned back in time would he become a flat and lifeless rug for real? That was a frightening thought, and maybe he had given up and no longer cared, but Holly was still afraid for him. Someone that could worry about her safety or try to comfort her couldn’t be all bad, and didn’t deserve to be a rug.

The drive out to the address for Adelaide was very long. All the houses here were large and attractive, but not ridiculously huge. Nicely tailored fancy yards. Holly parked her car on the side of the street in front of the house, staring at it for a moment. Elliot had probably never seen the place before.

Holly stepped out of the car, rounding to the other side to pull out the rug. Tucking him safely under her arm, she walked down the driveway, over the step stops and to the front door. She knocked!

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Azul Morag – Dec 18, 2008 at 8:51 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Waving away the butler, Mrs. Graham opened the door herself. She wasn’t expecting visitors, but there was something peculiar about this… one. Or two. She couldn’t really tell. Mrs. Graham was a lady in her forties, with auburn hair in a fluffy French twist and a dark blue tailored dress. She oozed elegance and class in the exact same way the Gibson Girl did. Why, she looked just like her, except for the fact she was not crushed into an early 1900s corset. Mrs. Graham looked at Holly from the depth of her dark blue eyes, and that gaze seemed to summon her up but at the same time, she seemed to expect something else. Behind her was a small and perfect vestibule in soft pastel blue shades.

“Good evening?”

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Divinatas – Dec 18, 2008 at 9:22 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly blinked at the woman, feeling very out matched and out classed in her own simple sweater and jeans! Finding her voice again, she adjusted the rug under her arm.

“Uhm, I need to speak with Adelaide Graham-Smith. I have to return this rug to her and… say a few things.” Holly wasn’t sure yet who the woman was, if she were staff or family, but either way mentioning the rug was Elliot might not go over so well.

From down the hall there was a GASP followed by the click-clack of heels running down a hallway, then a loud SLAM of a door!

“I think she already knows I’m here.” mumbled Holly.

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Azul Morag – Dec 18, 2008 at 4:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot only transmitted some offended discomfort as Holly adjusted the rug under her arm, then snoozed some more. It was odd… Why was he under her arm anyway? That was a strange place to be. He didn’t elaborate though, because he was asleep again.

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham blinked as a door slammed somewhere behind her but years of practice in socially awkward situations helped her not to flinch. Her gaze shifted to the rug in question.

“Do you know my daughter?” She asked. “I believe we’ve not been introduced…”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 3:27 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“I don’t really [i]know[/i] her, but she sold my Aunt this rug and I need to return it to her.” Holly replied. “My name is Holly Roberts.” Elliot wasn’t projecting a word, so he was either terribly off or didn’t know his own step mother when he saw, er.. heard her.

“I am sort of acquainted with Elliot though… I have to speak with Adelaide about the rug.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:18 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

There was no reaction from Elliot at all; he was soundly asleep if that was the correct definition for his state. He was having odd dreams about his childhood and things he had not remembered in a very long time. There were colors and voices he had forgotten, things and people he only met briefly before he had to move on to the next place and the next, to school, then college and university and back to the Company.

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham eyed her carefully. When she mentioned the son of her late husband, a slight hint of recognition touched her mind, but she still couldn’t tell what to make out from it. She however had some doubts that Elliot would be sending something with an… acquaintance instead of sending in a Syrius Corp. messanger boy. Besides and despite she had always tried to keep their home out of the spotlight, it was silly not to admit money attracts weirdos and terrorists. She didn’t know miss Roberts and yet, she could feel her daughter did know what was the woman’s business here.

“Why don’t you give me the rug then?” She politely asked. “I will see that my daughter gets it. I could give her your message. Excuse me, but this is a little unexpected.”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Sheepishly Holly shook her head! “As much as I would like to drop him – it – off, It’s imperative that I speak with Adelaide about the rug personally. Very important things to discuss about Elliot, and she’ll know exactly what it’s about if you could do me the huge favor of letting me speak with her!”

Holly wasn’t so sure the woman would let her inside, so just in case she was plotting to sneak around the house and crawl in a window. It might be a little dangerous, and she could get herself arrested in the process, but it would be worth it to save a rug’s life!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:41 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham again eyed Holly very carefully before allowing her to come into the house. She seemed ready to very stylishly thwack her round the head with the nearest sculpture if she moved too fast or did anything overall strange, though!

“How did you become acquainted with Elliot?” She asked.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 4:51 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly stepped inside through the door, holding the rug carefully in her arms. She glanced around the large hall, all decorated flawlessly with classic and attract things. It was a stark difference from her own home, being sort of cluttered with years worth of knick knacks, family photos, and furniture.

Far down the halls there was a light, suggesting a door had been creaked open, followed by another slam of a door. Holly might have laughed at the teenager if the situation weren’t so serious!

“By accident. A fight with the rug, actually.” she said, honestly. Holly might have mentioned he tried to smother her too, but that may not have painted a pretty picture of her step-son!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:22 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham blinked. She eyed Holly again.

“A fight -with- the rug?”

She reached out to touch the rug but stopped before touching it, looking dubious. “Do you mean you [I]fought over this rug?”[/I]

Mrs. Graham didn’t know Elliot all that well, at least not in person; but it was incredibly difficult to imagine him in a tug of war with a woman over a small Christmas rug. She could see Rudolph from where she stood.

“Adelaide,” she called out imperatively. “You have a visitor, my dear.”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:43 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

For a few moments there wasn’t a sound and it seemed like the daughter wasn’t going to come out at all. But finally, a door creaked open and there was the soft click-clack of heels heading down the hall. A girl with an imperious look appeared, with auburn hair sporting some new highlights, blue eyes and dressed like any trendy teenager would be. A cute little babydoll print tee, a mini skirt that was dangerous short, and her clunky heeled shoes.

It was pretty obvious as she stopped next to her mother that she was trying really hard not to look disturbed or like she recognized the rug. She just crossed her arms. “Who is this lady? [i]I[/i] sure don’t know her.”

Holly raised an eyebrow, adjusting the rug in her arms again. “Oh, you don’t know me. But you [i]do[/i] know this rug, don’t you? The [i]prank[/i] you played on Elliot? We need to talk about that.”

Adelaide swallowed, looking white as a sheet. “I… have no idea what you’re talking about. Jeeze, mom, you let a crazy in to the house. I, um, I have to go finish my homework now.” The teenager was turning around and attempting to escape back to her room!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 5:55 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham watched her daughter like a hawk.

“Exactly what prank is this lady talking about, Adelaide?” Since there was no answer, Mrs. Graham reached out to touch the rug. She twisted one of the corners, and a tassel gave her a weak and indignant swat before hanging rather lifelessly again.

“Adelaide – [B]I am listening.”[/B] Mrs. Graham gave her daughter the most stern look a mother can muster!

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:13 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

The was a soft squeak out of Adelaide as she slooooowly turned around to look up at her mother with big doe-eyes. She was trying her best to look as pitiful and as sorry as possible. And she WAS! But it was sooo bad!

“You’re not going to [i]believe[/i] me! I just wanted him to know how I felt! He always sweeps me away like I don’t matter, and his dumb secretary does all the dirty work!” At that point Adelaide was tearing up, but stomping her foot trying to get herself all mad. “He’s such a JERK but I really, really didn’t know it would turn him in to a RUG! I’m so so sorry!!”

Holly felt sorry for the girl, but at the same time she really did sound like she needed a good spanking! “Sorry is a start, but now you need to change him back.”

Adelaide twisted the tail end of her braided hair around her fingers. “…I kind of… don’t know how…”

“What.” Holly said blankly.

“I don’t know how, okay!!! I got the spell off a Christopher Lee website along with some cool crystals and a new CD and it’s like the spell worked the way it was supposed to do ANY way…!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:32 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham looked somewhat pale, herself. She picked up the rug.
[I]
“Is this rug [B]Wilhelm’s son…?” [/B][/I]She looked shocked and distressed, yet still keeping a tight rein on her emotions. “Adelaide, how could you! I told you to stop pestering him!”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:41 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Adelaide the teenager was crying now, begging and pleading her mommy to understand! While Adelaide the Madam, though attempting to keep her serenity looked (at least to Holly) about to clobber the girl senseless. Th Step-mother had the rug now, and Holly was itching to reach out and rescue him, but refrained.

“EXCUSE ME.” said Holly rather loud, trying to catch their attention. “As much as she probably deserves a good ass beating, there’s a matter of Elliot still being a rug..! How do we get him to NOT be a rug? He’s not even talking to me anymore and I’m getting worried.” Holly really would have thought he’d have attached himself to Adelaide’s face by now and tried to smother her, so him just…well… being a rug was a reason to be concerned!

“I don’t know, I don’t know…! It was just a curse to teach him a lesson so he would know how I feel! I don’t want him to be a rug!” cried Adelaide! “Mommy doooooo somethiiiiiiing! Sue Christopher Lee!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 6:59 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham was clearly distressed and extremely displeased. She stepped away from her daughter and clutched the rug to her stately chest. She may not know Elliot well, but she could not bear the idea that her husband’s son was a rug. Her husband wouldn’t have been thrilled at the idea! Mrs. Graham unrolled the rug and shook it.

“He’s almost completely asleep by now… He will be gone soon if he does not wake up!”

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Elliot on his part, was only mildly incommoded in his sleep by all the shaking and wailing. He was still asleep. It was like sleeping through a storm in a warm and safe bed. He had no intention of leaving his newly found restful peace any time soon…

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:20 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Maybe if we stomped on him, that sure as hell pissed him off when I did it.” Holly was only half joking. This was looking pretty bad for Elliot. There was that ache in her chest again. What a crappy time to panic!

Holly moved to prod at the rug with a finger. At least if he was angry and trying to kill someone, he was still alive! “Eliiot! Elliot, you stop being a damned rug! Or I swear, I’m going to… Let Aunt Nancy turn you in to a shower rug! …For your SISTER!”

Adelaide looked sort of offended through her tears. “Hey!! I said I was SORRY! I’d do anything turn him back! I’d give up all my CDs and I’d never ask Mom to buy me a car ever again!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:33 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham blinked at the woman; she would have laughed if the situation was not so serious! She handed the rug over to her.

“Try to wake him up!” She said. “I will fetch a book.”

As she left it became evident she knew what she was talking about, even if she didn’t give any explanations…

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Elliot curled up wherever he was in his sleep… Well, in that comfy bed under a warm comforter and trying to sleep as a storm ravaged outside. Something was prodding him and he swatted weakly to make it go away… tassel-ly.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:01 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“I bet she’s going to call 911!! But what can the police do about a rug?!” said Adelaide! Now she was wringing her hands. Everybody was freaking out about the rug, she must have killed him or something! “Here, give him to me!” she reached out trying to take the rug from Holly.

Holly pushed her away quickly! “YOU’VE done enough! Where’d you get some stupidass idea to curse him anyway! Can’t you write an email like a normal teenager?!” There was time to yell at Adelaide later, though. Holly held out the rolled up rug and SHOOK him! “ELLIOT! Elliot, you stop ignoring me! Wake up!” Shouting at a rug had to look pretty comical, but it wasn’t seeming to help. Her chest was hurting so bad now, it was leaving her out of breath. But she couldn’t pause and take a break now!

“I said sorry like a millions times already, JEEZE! What do YOU know about it anyway, you’re screaming at a rug!” cried Adelaide, still looking kind of offended!

“Jesus!” Holly was ready to smack her. …And since Elliot had wanted to smack her too, Holly took the rug and BONKED Adelaide over the head with him! There! A man’s revenge! At least he was a rug and it was only a soft thunk on the head instead of a fist in the nose!

Adelaide ‘oomphed!’ at the thunk over head, then stomped her heel shoe on the floor! “You’re not even trying to wake him up! You’re about as useful as a rug yourself!” Huffing, Adelaide managed to snatch the rug out of Holly’s hands and rolled him out on the floor. She was going to jump all over him with her cute little shoes!

Holly growled something not very lady-like and was pushing up her sleeves to [i]really[/i] hit the girl when she paused, clutching a hand at her chest! There was that sharp pain in her lungs, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath again. Why did she have to forget those anxiety pills! Reaching out to brace herself against the wall, it didn’t too much good as she slid to the floor in a dead faint, collapsing over the rug!

Blinking, Adelaide stared… and then screeched in horror! “OH MY GOD!! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! Don’t turn in to a rug too! Wake up, lady! MOMMY! I KILLED THEM!!” The teenager was panicking up a storm, flailing her arms around and crying for help!

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:19 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot was not very happy at being thwacked around! He tried to snooze but the screeching came way too close to him and he recognized Adelaide’s voice. He growled. He had almost forgotten her; he had almost forgotten everything, even the Company, his life, his scarce friends and his work… Yet, there she was, the cause of his cursed life as a rug! Because just then… he remembered too, he was a rug. That was infuriating but he was just so tired he could sleep a little and everything would be alright…

Something fell heavily on him, startling him again… Something he had met before, but he just could not remember… or could he? Elliot’s heart sank. It was Holly, laying motionless on him. Elliot shivered and tried to move, but he could not; he struggled with all his might but he felt just so heavy and flat… A rug, that is what he was now. He didn’t have arms or legs, or a head. Elliot tried to remember how had he managed to move before, and finally the rug moved. It wasn’t much at first, but since Holly wasn’t moving at all his distress pushed him fully awake.

The rug flailed and flicked, hitting Holly’s legs with his tassels trying to wake her up! He was calling her somehow, but yet he was awake, he was just confused and dizzy. The world seemed rather fuzzy but he was thoroughly alarmed now!

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:28 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham-Smith[/b]

The rug was suddenly moving, and Adelaide screamed again! She was really expecting him to jump off the floor and kill her! Well… he might still, but he was stuck with the lady passed out on top of him! It was good that he was awake, but not Adelaide worried that she might have pushed the lady too far and killed her! She was going to go to prison forever and be some lesbian’s girlfriend!

“MOMMY!” she called again. Adelaide was afraid to get closer, but she sloooowly inched over to the passed out lady, trying not to touch the rug! She picked up one of her arms and dropped it. No response!

“Hey lady!? Uh, he’s awake! You can get up now…!” Still no response, Adelaide poked her cheek! “Oh my god! She’s pale as [i]death[/i]! Is she breathing?! Moooooommmyyyyy!!! Oh god, Elliot, I’m so sorry!! I’m a murderer twice over…!!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:40 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot could [i]hear[/i] his step-sister now; he vowed to suffocate the girl as soon as he could manage… But for now, Holly was more important. He kept on trying to wake her, swatting her with his tassels and calling to her mind…! She just had to wake up! He promised her wouldn’t sue her! Her family was waiting for her! Everything would be okay…

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham came back with a heavy, leather bound book and a couple of candles and a belt of pouches with bottles clunking in it. She put everything on a table and was instantly glad to see the rug moving but then saw the lady wasn’t moving at all. She picked a box of salts from one of the pouches and brought the pungent rancid little box open to Holly’s nose.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 8:48 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

With the terrible scent, Holly gasped and coughed! Coughing for breath still, she rolled to her side. When her fingers touched rug, she quickly rolled herself off him! Sitting up resting her back against the wall, she rubbed her chest, trying to catch her breath back again! There was a slight glare at the teenager’s direction, but a relief to see a moving rug!

“Elliot-*cough!* you scared the hell out of me!” Blinking, Holly noticed the step-mother had returned with an assortment of odd things. Trinkets and such like from those occult stores.

“Where did you get all of that stuff?” Adelaide was glad to see she hadn’t murdered the lady after all, so she hadn’t noticed all that weird stuff he mother had fetched until just then.

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 9:02 AM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=12&pictureid=855][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot was so glad when Holly moved that he slink when she moved back and wrapped around her to the last tassel and stayed there till his sense of dignity seemed to return and he loosened his grip in sheepish embarrassment. He was feeling a little tired again but he still wondered what was going on… till he realized! Holly had brought him all the way to Adelaide’s house!

Elliot let go of Holly and hovered a couple feet up, indecisive. He was rather upset but yet he wasn’t thinking clearly yet, he remembered he had not wanted to be here in the first place!

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham casted her daughter a stern motherly look.

“You young lady, are very obviously NOT ready to know such things. After we are done here I will decide if you still get internet access or not.” She beckoned to both Holly and the rug… errr Elliot.

“Please come closer.” She nodded at the hovering rug. “I know you are confused, Elliot. I just need you to trust me and everything will be fine. If you are uneasy, you could at least trust your friend. She brought you to the right place, despite what you may be thinking right now…”

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 9:10 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Adelaide whimpered in sadness about her potential loss of internet access, but silenced quick with a sharp look from her mother!

Opposite of the strangling Holly thought she was going to get from Elliot, instead she had a more comforting ruggy hug! At any other moment, she might have smiled, but instead she was moving to her feet, keeping braced against the wall in case she freaked out and couldn’t breath again.

Apparently Elliot’s step-mother was a bit of a weirdo too, which in this case, was some good news. Holly gentle grasped the edge of the rug, tugging him to move closer to the woman.

“Elliot, please. You’re not meant to be a rug… Afterwords I’ll help hold Adelaide down and you can beat the daylights out of her.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 19, 2008 at 1:07 PM

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Elliot flicked his tassels in warning when Holly tugged him, but he just let her take him closer to his step-mother. He was anxious and confused. He… wasn’t even sure what he wanted anymore. Being asleep had been so simple, perfect and peaceful… but he also was aware (yet still confusedly) that he had a life, a job and at least someone who had cared enough to remind him he wasn’t meant to be a piece of decor. He was aware of things he had done, things he had planned to do in the future… but his ordinary confidence was yet to return. He was still a helpless rug. Perhaps he would be better if he could just change that.

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham smiled.

“If Elliot starts getting drowsy again, shake the rug,” she told Holly with a nod as she begain to prepare whatever she was going to need to try and break the spell.

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Divinatas – Dec 19, 2008 at 7:41 PM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly was more than happy to shake the rug an moment Elliot seemed like he was getting drowsy again. She was quite interested in what the Step-mother was doing. Looked like a set up for a spell. It was Ironic that she was just recently put on as an intern at The Chronicle tabloid and here she was involved in one those very bizarre stories.

Speaking of stories. “You know, Elliot. When you’re all right and normal again, wouldn’t it be grand to go crash a baseball bat in to that pompous Lance’s face? To think he was going to try and make a little cash over you being missing and writing up some crazy story!” Thinking about Lance sure pissed HER off, hopefully that’d send some fire in to Elliot so he kept himself angry and awake!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 1:48 AM

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Elliot began floating a little lower after a while but Holly shook him awake good again. She seemed to have a knack for that! Elliot swatted faintly at her with his tassels and had half the mind to jerk free to wrap around Adelaide’s head, but he decided to stay where he was… Then Holly spoke again. She seemed halfway between happy and mad, which was strange, but he didn’t mind it at all. He agreed on the baseball bat, he wouldn’t be a rug next time the jerk called Lance would be around. Maybe they could use Adelaide as the bat, too. He let her know his suggestion.

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham traced what seemed to be a summoning ground on the floors with pieces of chalk in different colors. She didn’t seem to worry about how difficult it’d be to wash it out later on. When she was done, she hung a big pendant around her neck and lit a few candles she placed at certain angles of the summoning ground. She motioned to Holly, then hesitated.

“I almost forgot.” She gave her squirming daughter a stern stare. “What happened to his clothes when he was transformed? We are going to need some clothes for him if his own were left behind.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 2:28 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham-Smith[/b]

Adelaide was looking guilty again as she turned on her heels to run back down the hall. There was some loudly shuffling and moving stuff around in her room until she came back with a box. Inside had a very nice tailored suit, shoes, socks, a person other unmentionables, a wallet and other things.

“I, um, kept his stuff. Maybe to dress my boyfriend up for Valentine’s Day.” she admitted. Well, it’s not like she could sell his clothes! That was just wrong!

Holly suddenly felt sorry for whatever poor idiot was Adelaide’s boyfriend. The guy was probably going to end up a couch cushion for the sofa.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:12 AM

[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham checked the box and sighed. “Yes, this will do. Now, both of you out! I will let you know when you can come back inside…” She ushered Holly and her daughter to the hall and closed the door behind them. Hollly and Adelaide were left to their own devices as a click informed them the studio’s door had been locked.

Once they were alone, Mrs. Graham turned to the rug.

“I am terribly sorry, Elliot. Adelaide is not a bad girl, she is simply… going through a difficult stage. The years we spent with your father were not long enough, but she misses him and I also do.” Mrs. Graham sucked in her tears. “I know she was stalking you relentless, but she only wanted to know you. Wilhelm often talked about you.”

She stepped into the summoning ground.

“Please come here and land in the center, Elliot.”

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There was not much that could inform the ones outside about what was going on behind the closed door, except some flashes and strange noises, and a voice chanting but too low to be intelligible. About fifteen minutes slowly dragged by. Luckily and just before Holly and Adelaide were at each others’ throats, the door opened again.

Mrs. Graham appeared on the threshold. She looked tired and pale, but still without a single hair out of place. She eyed Adelaide.

“If you ever try again something as cheap and adulterated as that, I will ground you for a week. As for your punishment for what you did to Elliot, we will talk about it later today.”

Mrs. Graham moved from the door to let them in.

“Elliot, thankfully, is alright,” she informed.

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Elliot stood next to the now half-blurred summoning ground. His step-mother had erased part of it for safety. He was tall, almost a head taller than Holly, with a very agreable lean and fit body in an impeccably tailored grey wool suit. Elliot had light olive skin and green eyes in a handsome yet definitely tired face and his soft black hair needed some brushing. He only put on the tie because he well… wanted to make a good impression. He was smiling a bit, yet kind of embarrassed.

Elliot casted Holly a long look. It was the first time he could actually see her… She matched her voice, somehow… but she didn’t look like the Witch of the West, which caused him to smirk inwardly.

“Holly,” he said. “Thank you.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:21 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“What kind of crazy lady talks to a rug, anyway?” Adelaide had said.

Holly was about to pounce on her and give her that spanking she so richly deserved when the Step-mother came out! Scowling at Adelaide before entering the room, Holly was rather surprised to see the rug’s real appearance! He didn’t look like the sort of man that would be a Christmas rug at all, and the grin on her face probably confessed that image!

“You’re much taller than I expected! You’re welcome.” she grinned.

Adelaide peeked around the door frame, still wounded from her mother’s chiding and had very nearly rushed by to give her brother a big squishy hug! But there was an ‘ACK!’ as Holly claimed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her back. “Let’s talk about your punishment [i]now[/i].” Holly said, giving her shake! “Do you know what we’ve been through the past few days?!”

“How many times to I have to say I’m sorry!” wailed Adelaide!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 3:47 AM

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“A whole lot more times!” Elliot grumbled. “And if your mother agrees, I will leave you penniless for a month!”

He was smirking though, because he had just pictured Holly whooping Lance around with the fireplace’s poker. Elliot could only hope she wouldn’t try one of those rug-wrestling moves on him again – and he kind of looked it.

“Let’s see, what else could it be? You already suggested you could do without a car when you are old enough for a driving license. Maybe those school tours to Europe are not necessary at all! Perhaps it’s time for you to get your first job, too. Without a salary. In the Company, maybe as a messenger! Wouldn’t that be [i]awesome?[/i] Work helps to form character!”

Elliot was smirking but the glint in his narrowing eyes made very likely he meant all he said. He crossed the room to go to Mrs. Graham. It felt awkward as Hell but if he didn’t do it now he’d never do it, and he knew that well. He took the older lady’s hands.

“Thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. I… wasn’t even sure I wanted to change back at all. I know we don’t quite know each other and I must confess I didn’t have enough empathy to realize there is so much to appreciate in that my father loved. I would like to see you more often, if you would let me.”

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Mrs. Graham quite unlike her stiff lady-like demeanor, opened her arms and gave Elliot a motherly hug; she was tall but she still had to get on tiptoes to put her arms around his neck.

“Of course you are welcome, Elliot,” she said. “I should have approached you but I was too busy wallowing in my own grief.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:23 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly was grinning wide now. Elliot would get to know his family now, and that would do him worlds of good. It didn’t help that she very much enjoyed giving Adelaide a bit of harassment and watching the girl twinge and whimper at every wicked suggestion Elliot put out.

“You’ll think twice about ordering spells off the internet won’t you? Maybe you should come and be my gofor-girl at the Chronicle and you’ll get to see what happens to all the poor people that get enchanted, abducted and friendly fire hit by crazy teenage girls.” She’d send her out in the cold frosty snow to get frozen lattes, and have to walk to do it! In high heeled shoes and one of those silly miniskirts like she’s wearing now!

Adelaide huffed and crossed her arms. They’re being absolutely wretched to her, and well, she DID deserve it, but weren’t they forgetting that she was abused in the first place. “I didn’t do it to be mean…” Eying Elliot and her mother, the pouty look on her face turned much more hopeful! “Does this mean you’ll stay for Christmas and we can go have fancy business lunches? Will you come to my school dance? Oh!! Could we go to the zoo and take lots of pictures so I show Candace that my brother is WAY more cooler than hers?!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:45 AM

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“School dance? Didn’t you mention you have a boyfriend you were going to dress up in MY clothes?” Elliot frowned, but at least kept to himself the fact that the zoo was the LAST PLACE ON EARTH where he could be seen with his step-sister! “I think Holly’s idea is definitely good. You do need a good reality check!”

Wow, that sounded strange.

“Well… as real as it can get anyway.”

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[dot][b]Adelaide Graham, mother of one[/b]

Mrs. Graham was smiling. Her eyes were wet. She could very well see the father in the son. She let go of Elliot and smoothed out her dress like a preening bird.

[i]”Will you stay for Christmas?”[/i] She asked. “If you don’t have any plans, of course.” She smiled at Holly. “The invitation is for both of you, of course.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 4:52 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Christmas…?” She might have paled at the thought! Holly released Adelaide (it seemed she wasn’t going to kill or be killed so it was safe) to raise her hands and shake her head. “No thank you. Not that I don’t really appreciate the offer but- But I think it’s well past do for me to go home, and now that Elliot is alright I should probably go back to my hole – [i]home[/i] and go.”

In fact she was now backing up and eeeasing herself subtly to the door for an escape. Argh! He [i]was[/i] a real person, and now she quickly realized Mr. Elliot Graham-Parker had probably seen and heard more than his fair share of Holly Roberts Christmas drama. The only thing that could have been more embarrassing would be seeing him naked, and thankfully the Stepmother spared them from that!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:05 AM

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Elliot opened his eyes wide. He ran his fingers through his hair and straightened his tie.

“Thank you Mrs. Adelaide. I would love to spend Christmas with you – I am not exactly expected at the Company right now so I won’t be missed. I will come back.”

He was going to say, I will come back soon, but he stopped right before saying it because he had no idea when he’d be back! It wasn’t like he was going to allow Holly to escape yet! He eyed her as she tried to make a dissimulate escape.

“I will go back with you, of course,” he said. It was evident he was as strong-tempered as the rug. “I don’t think you even need to ask me why.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:14 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

There was an inward groan, but Holly managed to keep that to herself and at least grace the Stepmother and Adelaide a cheeky smile. “Thank you again, ladies. It seems I’ll be driving Elliot home this evening.” She blew a kiss, mostly to pester Adelaide, before casting Elliot a side glance and leading the way out the front door.

She felt rather stiff, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the past few days of fighting with a rug, getting ambushed, fainting in a fancy ladies’ home, or maybe because she knew there was going to be a ‘discussion’ and you can’t exactly run away when you’re trapped in a vehicle! …What was she so worried about anyway? She wasn’t the rug!

Holly trotted for the car, putting on that grin she gives Aunt Nancy when she’s being ‘good’. “Where would you like to go, Mr. Graham-Parker? Home? Office? …You don’t actually live at the office, do you?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:21 AM

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Elliot gave her back the fierce smile.

“Remember the bathtub? It’s in my office.” He waited for her to unlock the car. “Nobody knows that except my secretary, though… so I trust you won’t publish that.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:26 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

That brought the image of the non-rug Elliot to mind in a giant bathtub with rubber ducks and battle ships. Instead of laughing, once the door was unlocked she turned to poke him in the chest with a finger and frowned!

“For your information I don’t write the kooky stories, so if you want all your secrets spilled you’ll have to ask some other raving lunatic!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:38 AM

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“I will keep that in mind,” Elliot said flashing a sudden grin. He got in the car and adjusted the seat before strapping on the seat belt. He waited till they were on the road to prevent being thrown out of the car, clobbered with a mailbox or anything as dangerous before speaking his mind.

“Will you get in the car?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 5:46 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Feisty.” muttered Holly as she rounded the car and dropped in to the passenger’s seat. Seat belt in, key in the ignition, and she was pulling off the side of the street to start that achingly long ride home. At least his tone as a man wasn’t any different from the rug. It was nice to actually [i]hear[/i] the words instead of everything jumbling up in her head.

Of course, if he didn’t appreciate her sense of humor he might threaten to sue her again! Holly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel trying not to grin at the thought.

“I suppose you want me to sign crazy lawyer papers of silence? Or did you seriously like the idea of Adelaide being my gofor-girl? I could use an assistant to boss around.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:05 AM

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Elliot smiled a little, biting his lip.

“What if I decide to trust you? Besides, you are very much involved in my rescue and you keep on calling yourself a lunatic when you very obviously are not. By the way, I am a lawyer myself so don’t go and tempt me. I know that sort of arrangements easily kill good will.”

He checked his wallet. What got to be the thinnest cellphone in the world was safely stowed there, along with some pocket money, plastics and a number of other things – nothing was missing.

“And to answer your question… Yes, I think being your gofor-girl would be beneficial to Adelaide. She needs to learn where do her own boundaries lay… and some empathy and compassion, may I say so myself. Work is a good way to form character. I started working with my father when I was younger than her.”

Elliot shook his head.

“We were always at the office. It was easier to keep close that way. He was a good father to me. I just wonder how he managed to take in Mrs. Adelaide and her daughter… He retired to marry and left the rest to me.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:16 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“An Oil tycoon [i]and[/i] a lawyer. You must’ve had more sleep in the past three days than in your entire life.” Because he sure didn’t look like some crotchety old man that’s already been through school and work in a perfectly timely order. Holly was trying to remember if anyone had mentioned Adelaide’s age… She couldn’t be more than 15, and if he were younger than her and always around in that giant building.

“Work would be good for her, yeah. But being a kid is important too. Did you ever do kid stuff? Besides playing in that giant bathtub?” Holly was curious, and it didn’t hurt to ask. He said himself he didn’t even realize he had a family for awhile. Did he really work that much?

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:29 AM

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“Kid stuff…?” Elliot asked absently. “I wouldn’t know. There is nothing worse than forced friends, and most of the kids my age at the time were children of people trying to get on my father’s good graces. That is not very natural and I admit I wasn’t nice all the time. I had friends in school, some through College. The real friends I have are few, and we keep in touch more thanks to them than to me. I was usually the odd one out that wasn’t allowed to stay or go at any time I pleased, and sometimes we had to cope with the fact I had bodyguards sometimes, depending on the state of oil business. My father tried, though. We met baseball players and watched games I liked in VIP. If we wanted, we could escape at night and play in an empty stadium. He knew how to use money; it didn’t consume him.”

“I hated Opera but we had to go on my mother’s birthday. She died when I was born. Even after he married again, we’d go – just the two of us. We went to museums and funny exhibits, and science displays. I doubt I had much of the usual ‘kid stuff’ but I don’t think my childhood was a bad one.”

Elliot fiddled with his wallet and didn’t raise his eyes for a while.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:39 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly frowned, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel again. He said it wasn’t a bad childhood and she believed him. Elliot loved his father, and it was easy to see his father was a good man based on the way he talked about him and they the Stepmother spoke of him too. But did he realize it sounded so lonely too…?

“You’re really lucky to get to try all of those different things. We always had the same traditions every year, especially when we’d take out the boat and…” Holly trailed off for a moment. After a blink, she quickly changed her tone and the subject.

“Maybe taking Adelaide to the zoo would be fun. I could go too. Be a bodyguard or spare you from weird teenage girly things.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:47 AM

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Elliot managed to smirk.

“The zoo is the [i]last place on Earth[/i] where I could be seen with Adelaide, not after this cage without bars she put me in.” He blinked to inconspicuously clear his eyes. “I have to say I spent most Christmas seasons at the Company with my dad. There’s the Company’s party every year… yet that is also a form of business event, for the investors and the stockholders, the Press and other organizations. My father was religious in his own particular way but we didn’t go to Mass on Christmas Day every year. I guess… mine was mostly the commercial version.” He smiled a little. “Why don’t you tell me about yours?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 6:57 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Holly shrugged her shoulders, seeming to purposely ignore his question. She cast a quick look at him out of the corner of her eye. “The whole mess started because she wanted a little attention. It couldn’t hurt to hang out with her a little bit until she decides big brothers aren’t so cool when they say embarrassing things in front of your friends.”

“I can just see it. Walking her in to a dance and then threatening to sue any boy that gives her a sideways look. She’ll never ask you take her anywhere ever again.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:10 AM

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“I don’t know how to be a big brother,” Elliot said biting a sad smile. “You are avoiding my question. I remember you told me when I was a rug, Christmas is the best time of the year. Now you avoid telling me why.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:22 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Well, let me see. I would just [i]love[/i] to tell you, but if you haven’t noticed I have this terrible habit of getting all up and angry about things, which tends to lead in to anxiety attacks and passing out on previously mentioned Christmas rugs. Not the best idea while I’m driving.” Holly muttered in reply, barely managing to keep her sarcasm down to a non-insulting level. He didn’t really deserve to have that all directed at him.

“Now, my job, there’s something interesting. I’m just an intern for now. Taking ideas that’re thrown at me and writing up the articles, or editing things, and office work. I didn’t really believe most of the stories the paper publishes, but I sure as hell do now.” Changing the subject was the safer route.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 7:36 AM

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Elliot watched her as she spoke. She was changing the subject again. He cared and he worried, but the lawyer in him took her subject shuffling as a challenge!

“What exactly do you write about?” He asked. “Why would you work on something you didn’t really believe and still have passion about it?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:00 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

That drew a thoughtful look of surprise from her. “It’s just a job, I guess. At least the Chronicle is entertaining. The Puget Times is nothing but crime rates, farm cows, and social gossip. I mean, who [i]really[/i] cares what Carly St. Clare wore to the Annual Charity Auction. Seriously.”

Holly looked sheepish for a moment, remembering she’s talking to one of those CEO rich fancy people. “…Not that it’s wrong to read… that stuff.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:08 AM

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Elliot smirked.

“I don’t read the social chronicles; my secretary lets me know when there is something there I need to know. Which is next to never, except the hard, economic facts. Not the people. Most of them are just self-congratulating. When someone that knows me wants me to see something in the Social section, they send me an email.”

He watched her curiously.

“I read online newspapers, mostly… Somehow I don’t see your aunt reading about paranormal stuff.”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:16 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Laughing softly, Holly had a hard time imagining that herself! “Nancy isn’t fond of newspapers. Says it’s mostly bad news anyway. She likes those gardening magazines and knitting booklets. Neither of which were all that fun sounding for career options either. Kevin reads all the serious stuff. Economy, World News, I guess all of the stuff you would read.”

Tilting her head, she thought about it a little more. “I guess even if I didn’t believe in all the supernatural things, I still wanted to. I suppose that’s what made it so easy to talk back to a talking rug? Can’t imagine what would have happened if you were sold to some huffy-puffy old crone or something.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:23 AM

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“I would have escaped, then probably I would have either found and strangled Adelaide or I’d be floating somewhere around Elsewen, I suppose.” Elliot fiddled with his cufflinks. He sighed. “Maybe it was more than just good luck.”

“I never gave supernatural things any thought… even though sometimes I have sensed things, or so to speak. My father said it comes from my mother’s side. I don’t remember her, of course… but I have seen photos. What was your mother like? Is she Nancy’s sister or Kevin’s?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:35 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Kevin’s and he went and married her best friend. Noel would always tease me and say he’d run off with one of my friends too.” Holly went silent, her fingers tightening on the wheel.

“Speaking of supernatural, your step-mother seems to be rather interesting. I think she might be a sorceress or witch. Not those bad kind either. I’ve heard my boss is a witch too, Kendal Davidson, you wanted to chase her the other day. I guess witches are rather common here in Elswen.” Holly had skillfully changed the subject again.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:45 AM

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“So it would seem,” Elliot said. “I wonder why is that. Have you ever wondered if you have some sort of… power, too? I wouldn’t have thought so from Nancy, but Kevin did spare my fuzzy life. It may sound stereotypical, but maybe it runs stronger in women. Did your mother seem to sense things, sometimes?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:55 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Jesus, she could have been one of Santa’s elves she was so weird. She loved Christmas, I mean [i]really[/i] loved Christmas. I’m surprised my father isn’t Santa Claus or that we didn’t all have elf ears. All that glitter she’d toss around could have been faerie dust for all I know, and frankly, Elliot, I’m about two questions away from driving us in to a snow drift or reaching over and pulling your tie!” It started off sane enough, but by the end she was nearly growling at him! Blinking back threatening tears, she tried to keep her focus on the street and taking deep even breaths. She didn’t [i]want[/i] him seeing her cry, and she didn’t want to pass out and kill them either!

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 8:58 AM

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Elliot searched his pockets and took out a linen handkerchief. It was one of those things his father had taught him; how to fold them perfectly and keep at least two because a fine gentleman always has a handkerchief. He carefully unfolded it and held it within Holly’s reach.

“Then perhaps we could stop by the road for an instant,” he softly said.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:03 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“Stop by the road for an instant.” she mimicked, still growling at him. But Holly did pull over on the side of the road where there was a bend to keep them safely off the street. Turning off the engine, she snatched the handkerchief out of his hands and turned in her seat so her pack would be to him.

Still trying to breathe and not tear up, she only fussed with the hankie. Giving it an look. “…who even keeps these on them any more?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:07 AM

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“I do. My father taught me,” Elliot said, simply.

He just watched her and waited. He did make sure he could protect his head if necessary, but he just waited there calmly. He knew what a delicate moment this was… and he just wanted to ease her pain.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:27 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

It was a very [i]nice[/i] hankie and would a shame to cry all over it. Holly folded it neatly in to one of those origami styled flower napkin shapes. After one escaping sniffle, she managed to return to her perfectly unemotional self and turn back around in her seat. She offered the hankie back to him.

“You ought to be careful. I might flip out and set you on fire.” she said, passing everything off as a joke as she seemed to have a habit of doing. Holly sat silent for a moment, leaning her head against the back of her chair. “Sometimes I think I’d have been better off dying too.” she admitted. “But I guess I’ve still got [i]some[/i] sense.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 9:53 AM

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Elliot smiled faintly.

“You’ve got more than some sense,” he said in a low voice yet still perfectly audible in the silence inside the car. “When I was the rug and you started telling me about your family and asking who I was and who could I ask for help… I truly got to think my options were quite limited. I was completely helpless. The feeling began to numb out the world and when I was asleep… it was so restful, so peaceful. I wished I could just sleep and all my worries would disappear. I only vaguely knew it was dangerous, but when I was senseless I could feel no pain.”

Elliot stared ahead into the row of white trees nearby, lining along the road.

“I was something out of Hamlet’s soliloquy.[I] To die, to sleep… no more; and by a sleep to say we end… the heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.[/I] But unlike him, I had no dreams.”

Elliot nibbled on his lip.

“I know something terrible happened to you; a great loss, an unspeakable one. However you lived, Holly. I wouldn’t have lived if you hadn’t shown me life is worth living when I was slipping away. You showed me, therefore I believe you know there is life to live… but you refuse to heal your wounds. I can’t say I can simply help you somehow, but I want to help you realize you are alive, too. I would like to give you hope, but what do I have? However… perhaps the season of hope could bring you the gift you need, if you would allow it to happen.”

Elliot bit his lip.

“Or you could just thwack me and keep on driving. I’m beginning to digress.” He absently looked for his second handkerchief.

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:19 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

“This season is nothing but a painful reminder of everything that’s missing. It’d be easier to ignore it altogether.” Holly sniffled again, this time not being able to stop herself from crying. She lift up the corner of her sleeve to wipe against her cheek, giving a shaky laugh.

“So I’m a bit broken. What will we do, sing carols and throw snowballs at kids? You’ve given me a wild ride already, I think I could try a few more days with you.” she was trying to laugh it off again, but coughed instead. That tightness in her chest and being unable to breathe! Holly leaned forward between sniffles rubbing her face with her sleeve again.

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:33 AM

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“Contrary to popular belief, it’s very difficult to get rid of me,” Elliot said, wiping his eyes with his second handkerchief. “I will only sing carols if you teach me.” He pocketed the handkerchief again, then turned to Holly. It was difficult to move, not only because he was tall but also because of all the stuff technology had dictated must be placed between an upset driver and an upset passenger.

“Please don’t thwack me,” he muttered, holding her. “Why exactly is my handkerchief a flower?”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 10:47 AM

[solid=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853][b]Holly Roberts[/b]

Thwacking him hadn’t crossed her mind when he reached out to hold her, but thwacking herself sure did. Resting her forehead on his shoulder, she snickered softly between wiping away tears before they fell on his fancy lawyer suit.

“I don’t sing very well, you might regret it.” she mumbled, only turning her head to peek one eye at the handkerchief flower. “Snow lilies are seasonal, aren’t they? Makes more sense than poinsettias. Poinsettias can’t even grow in the snow.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:04 AM

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Elliot nodded, resting his cheek on her hair, only a little. “People seem to favor poinsettias more, though. I like the color red… but I might like snow lilies, if you show me some of them.”

Elliot just held Holly, his eyes half-closed watching her to make sure she was actually breathing. He looked out of the window. It was getting darker. Elliot stroke her hair a little, smiling faintly.

“I am sorry but I will have to listen to you first in order to form my own opinion…”

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Divinatas – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:26 AM

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It should have been awkward sitting there like this with someone she had only actually [i]seen[/i] just today. But it wasn’t, and more surprising was that he was comfortable. Enough to close her eyes and just talk about really stupid things she hadn’t talked about in a long time.

Holly leaned back finally, no more tears or sniffling to cast him a soft grin. “As long as you promise not to sue me later. …I’m glad Nancy found you.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 20, 2008 at 11:32 AM

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Elliot smiled at her, more warmly than he had smiled at [i]anybody[/i] after his father’s death. She was smiling. That was excellent news.

“I won’t sue you, I promise,” he said. “I am glad she found me, too… However she might want a refund.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 3:08 AM

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“Ugh.” Holly rolled her eyes leaning back in her seat again, but kept the smile. “I might as well get her a new rug. She was so excited about it. Although I’m not sure how I’m going to explain you to her. ‘Hey Nancy, I changed the rug back to a man so everything is cool now.’ I think she’ll cart me off to the funny farm.”

She tilted her head to glance at him again. “Where [i]do[/i] you want me to take you? Back to Syrius?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 4:27 AM

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“I am not so sure about that,” Elliot replied. “I had thought perhaps I could meet your family. We don’t have to tell them about the rug, if you prefer not to tell them. Maybe ambush Lance before he ambushes your family. Then you can stay happily with your family and I go back to my step-mother’s house… but I guess I will miss you.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 4:52 AM

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For a second there was a grim expression on her face at the thought of Lance and his empty stupidity. But then she cast him a side look.

Holly grinned rather wickedly as she leaned to rest her shoulder against his. “You’ll miiiiiss me? After I stomped all over you?” she teased, laughing softly. “If I have to have some holiday cheer, I’m sure not doing it alone. And I can’t leave you alone with Adelaide so soon. Who knows what crazy thing she might do.”

“Besides, we’re friends now, right? We can go out and have coffee and laugh at rugs from shop windows.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:23 AM

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A lopsided smirk curled Elliot’s lip.

“Yes, I am strange like that. I am assuming myself invited to your holiday cheer, then…” He nodded. “Adelaide is a danger to civilized society. I wonder what her friends may be like!”

“Yes, we are friends now…” Elliot poked softly the top of her head with two fingers. “But no laughing at rugs. One of them could start flying after us!”

Elliot blinked. A young deer had come out of nowhere in the snow and was ever so shyly peeking out of the window, leaving a trace of vapor as it sniffed the glass.

“This is a bad moment to mention this, but I am going to need a coat.”

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Divinatas – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:35 AM

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A deer of all things. They [i]were[/i] outside of the city. Holly leaned over Elliot to press her hand against the window at the curious deer!

“We can stop by Syrius on the way home, unless you’d like to go shopping. I think we’ll get back in to town before all the businesses close.” she blinked. “…If I stop screwing around and get back to driving.” she muttered sheepishly. It was the first time in weeks she had sat still and relaxed. Strange it’d be in a car parked on the side of the road with a former rug.

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Azul Morag – Dec 21, 2008 at 5:57 AM

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Elliot nodded with a smile. “Perhaps we could go shopping. If I appear at Syrius right now they will try to keep me.” He watched the deer; it was sniffing the glass over Holly’s hand. “I wonder if it [i]is[/i] sensing any scent at all through that glass. Anyway, we could also get some emergency gifts. Like a hatchet for my step-mother and a dress made from a sack of potatoes for Adelaide… and a rug for Nancy. Hopefully one that flies.”

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Divinatas – Dec 22, 2008 at 4:00 AM

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“Boy is Aunt Nancy going to be surprised.” Holly replied with a grin. Sitting back proper in her seat, she turned on the ignition, startling the deer back in to the woods. Holly turned back on to the road and continued back to the main city area of Elswen!

Having someone to actually talk to, the ride back in to the city didn’t seem to take as long as it did to get to Adelaide’s. Holly had to fight to find a parking space near the downtown shops, and the occasionally cursing under her breath was a testimony to her annoyance with crappy drivers!

Holly took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. “Well! I guess we get you a coat first so you don’t freeze to death!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 23, 2008 at 1:39 AM

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“Yes indeed,” Elliot replied with some teeth-chatter. His suit was a very good one but it was still just a suit, nonetheless. In a corner not so far there were some street musicians playing Let It Snow with an oboe, a percussionist and a guy with a portable electric organ. They seemed to be in their own little world (and certainly had not chattering teeth) as the crowds squeezed around them. Elliot smiled. “My fingers would be frozen long ago if I were a street musician…”

A wisp of snow swirled past. Elliot moved closer to Holly and raised his eyes. “That store! My father used to be a regular customer there.”

It was one of the uber-fancy yet small shops with a facade of polished oak around its door and a single glass window with a stylishly dressed mannequin in a blue suit, coat and the fluffliest red wool muffler in the world over a dark coat under a golden light that made the red muffler look wonderfully warm.

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Divinatas – Dec 23, 2008 at 2:34 AM

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Holly eyed the mannequin in the window for a moment, tapping her fingers against her mouth. As attractive as it was, she bet it cost a minifortune. Not that she didn’t enjoy nice clothes, but some things were just so ridiculously overpriced. Hrmph. Maybe she was just cheap.

Stepping in to the small shop first, she glanced around. Men’s clothing stores always looked so different! “It’s like a club for rich people in here.” she mused out loud.

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Azul Morag – Dec 23, 2008 at 2:59 AM

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“Well, I sure hope they still hand out food,” Elliot muttered concealing it with a smile. “I am hungry.”

There were scattered black leather couches with tall, stylized floor lamps with paper lampshades and orderly displays. The clothes racks were fixed to the walls topped by shelves and more clothes racks. The were dressing booths in all corners and a very nice front desk with a golden lamp. There were not many people at the time. Elliot glanced around and approached an old gentleman just as a young salesman tried to approach Holly and he.

“Herr Schultz?”

The old gentleman turned and studied Elliot over wire-rimmed glasses with a fatherly yet dignified air for a few seconds.

“Goodness gracious, isn’t it Master Elliot,” the old gentleman said raising his eyebrows with a smile. “Chip off the old block, sir. It’s been a very long while.”

Elliot grinned.

“Yes, I was still a teenager I guess. Herr Schultz, this is my friend Ms. Roberts.”

The old gentleman nodded to Holly with a smile, not looking phased or curious in the slightest – a trusty mister.

“Herr Schultz, I need a coat. Maybe something like the one in the window? But of course I am open to suggestions.”

“Very well sir. Please take a seat. Will you care for a snack, sir? Maybe a drink?”

“YES, very much thank you.” Elliot beamed. Herr Schultz motioned to the young salesman still hovering at a prudent distance.

“Charles, the wine chart.” After another polite nod, Herr Schultz left them there. Elliot sighed.

“My father used to bring me here when I was a kid,” he explained. “However I hadn’t returned in a long time. Herr Schultz would make selections for my father when my father was too busy to come all the way here. Do you like the place?”

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Divinatas – Dec 27, 2008 at 1:53 AM

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There was a quirk at the corner of her mouth at [i]Master[/i] Elliot, but Holly kept the amusing comments to herself. This little shop was quaint, old fashioned, and entirely all too interesting. She was surprised to find they actually served snacks in a store like this, and somehow the little old gentleman fit in so perfectly with the atmosphere that she would have been disappointed if it were some younger stuffy salesman.

Holly slowly sat down on one of the sofas, casting a look around once again at the place as Elliot asked her if she liked it. She nodded, quirking an amused smile. “Surprisingly, I do. I thought maybe it’d be all weird and stuffy, but it’s weirdly comfortable for a shop.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 28, 2008 at 4:30 AM

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Elliot grinned. He took a seat on the couch as well.

“It’s a very good shop. There’s branches in all the main cities, but the style is very similar to this one. This is the very one from which Herr Schultz started his business after WW2. Friends to friends advertising; former soldiers that made fortune and eventually became a brand name. At least that’s what my father told me, then it grew up into this.”

He sighed, but smiled again.

“People were more resilient back then, I think. But well, back to plan: do you think a hatchet with a red bow for my stepmother would be too extreme?”

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Divinatas – Dec 28, 2008 at 8:29 AM

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Holly looked like she was seriously considering the hatchet before she half-smirked and shook her head slowly. “I don’t know. It might give Adelaide some crazy ideas.”

Tilting her head, Holly tried to think of what might be appropriate for his step mother. A woman he hardly knew at all, but clearly cared enough to break a curse on him. …She was probably a witch. Of course, getting her a book of spells or crystals might not be classy either!

Looking sheepishly, and opting not to share her thoughts, she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe one of those electric shock collars she can put on Adelaide.”

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Elliot snickered. “That may work,” he muttered rather mischievously as he studied the wine chart Charles handed over to him before giving another one to Holly. The chart had a list of select wines, liquors and some cocktails, a few snacks and desserts, and a list of hot and cold beverages.

Herr Schultz came back pushing a little rack with a few coats on it. It was a bronze rack in Art Deco design, actually. The coats ranged from a sportsman-esque padded coat filled with fine feathers, passing by a rugged-looking leather coats, a thigh-length double breasted suede coat to a long, semi-tailored coat with thick layers of wool fabric that looked like a comic book villain’s coat.

“Here we are, Master Elliot,” Herr Schultz said with a small yet warm gentlemanly smile.

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Divinatas – Dec 29, 2008 at 5:09 AM

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Holly was expected maybe one or two things to drink and a snack or two. This was practically restaurant service. Eying the rack of coats Herr Schultz wheeled in, Holly hid the smirk on her face with the wine chart. Trying to picture [i]Master[/i] Elliot in a few of them was giving some pretty amusing mental images. Especially the evil villain coat. With a Christmas rug cape.

Coughing, she lowered the menu, attempting to put on her usual impassive expression. No deviousness. “What do you think about Hot Chocolate and Biker Heir Leather?”

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“Thank you Herr Schultz…” He rose from the sofa to examine the coats as Holly spoke.

“Biker Heir Leather?” Elliot repeated with a blink. “Now wouldn’t that make Nancy want to beat me with a stick.”

He examined the coats.

“Bailey’s hot chocolate sounds great to me.” He examined each coat feigning indecision and bit his lip to prevent a smile as he waited for her next comment…

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Divinatas – Jan 19, 2009 at 6:45 PM

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“I think Nancy has a weakness for bad boys. Look how Uncle Kevin is.” Holly replied with a smirk. She tilted her head to eye the coats again, tapping her chin with some thought.

“Although, you could try the wool one if you’d like to look like a real villain. Wear it to visit Adelaide and bring her a chainsaw. I think she might go running in terror.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 24, 2009 at 5:17 PM

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Elliot was smirking.

“I like that idea. Let’s see.” He took the wool coat from the perch and slid it easily on his broad shoulders. It was a perfect fit. Elliot adjusted the coat over his fine suit and flexed his arm to make sure the sleeve length was correct. It was. The coat was lightly tailored in a favoring way and when closed it made a sort of stylized, almost triangular shape from shoulders down, just like a comic book villain’s coat. Elliot, still smirking, raised an eyebrow and the effect was complete!

“I might need a hat and a shotgun to go with this,” he muttered. “So. What do you think, Holly?”

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Divinatas – Mar 25, 2009 at 8:47 AM

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The effect was all too perfect. It was impossible for Holly to repress the loud cackle of laughter! Mister Evil Businessman could really look the evil villain part. Holly might’ve forgave him for being a wicked rug, but she sure didn’t forget!

Coughing again to still her snickering, Holly shook her head. “No… I don’t think that is the one. Too wicked, for sure. I really like the long suede one, actually.” She leaned to point a finger and the double-breasted thigh length coat still on the rack behind him. “It looks attractive and suede always feels nice to touch.”

Not that she was planning to be touching him, but now the though was in her head and she gave a peculiar expression.

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Elliot looked somewhat disappointed and very much amused at her reaction. He dusted one of the sleeves with a couple brisk flicks of his hand.

“No…? I might like looking wicked, specially now that Adelaide is going to be around more often.” He smirked and watched Holly’s curious expression for a couple of seconds. “But well, I can try the suede one and see.”

Elliot removed the wool coat, which Herr Schultz replaced onto a hanger and to the rack after handing over the double-breasted suede coat. It was a lush suede with mink lining and smart double-breasted tailoring. A buckled belt to cinch the very nice fit on Elliot’s body.

“So? Do I look less wicked in this one?” He asked with a ‘I know I will look evil in any of these’ somewhat smug look written allover his face.

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Divinatas – Mar 25, 2009 at 11:02 PM

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Snapping herself back to attention, she looked him over twirling a finger to have him turn around so she could get the full effect. It fell very nice, making him look a lot like those fashion models in magazines. The suit he wore added to it, and she wondered if everything he owned was so perfectly tailored.

At his smug expression, Holly couldn’t help but grin. “Just barely. We might want to paint your face with reindeer and Santa for a more friendly look.” she joked. “I like it.” Holly finally said. Although, she could still imagine him bringing a shotgun over to Adelaide’s and possibly laughing like a grinch!

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Elliot couldn’t help but to laugh. He dug his hands in the coat’s pockets with a wicked grin.

“I’ll go by your judgement,” he impulsively said. “We must hurry after all.” Elliot turned to Herr Schultz with a smile.

“Herr Schultz, thanks for your recommendation… I’ll buy this one. I’d like to wear it right away.”

Herr Schultz gave an approving nod.

“Very well, Master Elliot. Would you please take it off for us to remove the tags.”

“Yes, of course.” Elliot slid the coat off and when handing it over he barely muttered so that Herr Schultz could see his lips moving, ‘The wool one, too; to the office.’

Herr Schultz just nodded in complicity and had the young clerk wheel the rack away. Elliot turned to Holly with a mischievous and ever-so-slightly guilty smile.

“Oh, my Bailey’s hot chocolate.” He picked his mug from a tray set next to their sofa and sipped, smiling into the mug.

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Divinatas – Mar 26, 2009 at 9:35 AM

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Holly had picked up her mug too, pleased with how nice and warm it was in her hands. “You told him told him to get the evil villain coat too, didn’t you.” she said, hiding her amused grin behind the mug as she took a sip. She hadn’t heard what he mumbled, but by the way he moved and that look on his face now… Holly was observant.

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Elliot almost choked on his Bailey’s chocolate; he cast her a look of impish surprise and laughed again. He held his breath for an instant as if trying to find the words to explain himself, but just had to snicker trying not to laugh again.

“Well… it’s a nice coat after all,” he finally said. “Besides, I [i]might like[/i] looking like a villain sometimes… How’d you…?” Elliot didn’t finish the question; he was smirking. “If Adelaide will be around often AND will bring her friends, then I definitely will put that coat to good use later on.”

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Divinatas – Mar 26, 2009 at 6:51 PM

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Holly didn’t need to explain how she figured it out. He [i]was[/i] fancy evil lawyer tycoon. Every lawyer should know how to weasel, after all he did plenty of urging her to blabber things on the way here.

It was nice to hear that he was actually planning ahead for time with Adelaide, even if it came in the form of being wicked. Holly leaned back on the sofa, wincing at the twinge of sore pain. She was rather glad he wasn’t a rug anymore. Had she fought with him anymore she might’ve ended up with something broken.

“I think you’re going to be startling enough for Nancy and Kevin without looking like some official come to take me away to the funny-house.” she said with a wide grin.

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Elliot spied her wincing over his mug and after a second of concern he suddenly realized why she seemed sore. His smirking turned into a wicked grin.

“Extreme violence must be tiring,” he commented. “Why, I am surprised I don’t have a headache yet.” Elliot leaned back against the sofa and watched Holly, critically. “I have to wonder how dangerous is your line of work!”

“As long as she doesn’t dot on me and call me a lucky charm again, I think it’ll be safe. But seriously… What will we tell them?” Elliot eyed his empty mug. “I suppose they are worried right now.”

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 5:10 AM

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Holly looked entirely unamused at his teasing. Did he forget he practically tried to kill her? As far as she was first concerned, he was some kind of demon!

Actually, he could still be a demon with his love of evil villain coats and ingenious torture for Adelaide!

Her sour looked vanished to something more guilty. She had completely forgotten about the time, and she left the house long before anyone else was awake. Holly couldn’t even remember if she left them a note! Groaning, she set aside her cup and quickly rose to her feet, despite the protest of her body.

“I’ll be lucky if Nancy hasn’t called the police for me yet! We better get going quick. I’ll think of something clever on the way there.”

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Elliot seemed quite unrepentant despite her sour look. If any, he only seemed slightly wary but still quite amused.

“As you wish, madame,” he replied, getting on his feet and heading for the counter. Herr Schultz welcomed him with a gentlemanly smile.

“Everything has been taken care of, Master Elliot. Shall I charge your tab or do you prefer to use credit?”

“The tab will be fine. Thanks Herr Schultz! I am glad I came here today. Merry Christmas.”

The young clerk aided Elliot into his coat just like a valet would under Herr Schultz’s watchful gaze. Herr Schultz then handed Elliot a small and chic paper bag with the logo of the store.

“Merry Christmas, Master Elliot,” he said. Elliot blinked. He paused for an instant before taking the bag; he seemed both mystified and touched. The old gentleman smiled. He gave Holly another paper bag with a smile. “Merry Christmas, Ms. Roberts.”

“I shall see you to the door.”

Herr Schultz accompanied them to the front door.

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 9:23 AM

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“Um, thank you.” Holly said upon receiving the small bag. She was a bit surprised at the unexpected gesture! Herr Schultz accompanied them to there door, where she nodded and smiled a goodbye before stepping out in to the cold December air.

Holly held up the bag to shake it carefully, curious about the contents! She rather wanted to open it now, but there was the thought in the back of her head saying ‘Don’t ruin the surprise!’. A slight scoff escaped her – it’s not as if she cared about Christmas surprises anyway!

“…Are you going to open yours?” she asked Elliot.
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As they neared the car, Elliot blinked.

“I didn’t say thank you,” he absently muttered. He nibbled on his lip and took a few seconds to answer to Holly’s question. “Maybe… it would be fine. Do you want to open yours now…?”

He stared at the bag.

“It’s curious. I just thought… I wonder… where am I supposed to open this?”

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 9:41 AM

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The man looked about as mystified as she did about getting the present. …but at least it made sense for herself to be confused! Didn’t he get presents at all? Holly stopped at the car, blowing her hair out of her face with slight impatience.

“For Christ’s sake. Open it now! It doesn’t say ‘Wait till Xmas’, or you’d have to wait until Christmas morning.” she responded, opening her own bag just a bit so she could take a peek inside.

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Elliot nibbled on his lip a little.

“I suppose it’d be fine,” he said. Elliot removed the paper seal on the bag and opened it. Inside there was a linen pouch tied with a red bow on crushed chiffon paper. Elliot removed the bow and opened the pouch. He smiled a bit. “Maybe he saw us coming after all.” he said, pulling out the fluffy red muffler they saw on the store window earlier. When he unrolled it, it seemed to double its size on the pouch; it was a very warm and intense red to orange color. An envelope slipped out. Elliot caught it before it fell all the way to the sidewalk.

“Will you unlock the doors? It’s snowing again…” He folded the muffler in half to put it on all while trying to peek into the envelope.

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Divinatas – Mar 27, 2009 at 8:14 PM

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It was a nice color for him. She watched a moment until he asked her to unlock the doors. Holly shook her head, tucking her own bag under her arm so she could dig out her keys and unlock her door. She slid in to the car, leaning over to the passenger’s side to unlock it and push the door open for Elliot. Then she was turning the key in the ignition to rev up the engine and get the heat running.

“What’s the note?” she asked. “A Christmas card from Herr Schultz?”

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Elliot slid into his seat and closed the door before fixing his seat belt. The muffler was as warm as it looked; definitely he had been needing both the coat and the muffler – and it was snowing again, even! He fiddled with the envelope.

“I suppose it is…” He pulled out a pretty card in soft brown and gold colors with fluid blue ink script. “Season Greetings from Harvey Schultz and Family. There is a note, too… Merry Christmas to Mister Graham the young from a family friend. I meant to give you thi…” Elliot stopped reading aloud. He read in silence for a moment, then looked into the envelope again and found a photo. It was kind of yellow and slightly battered. Elliot stared at it for a long instant.

“Guess who is this,” he said with a lopsided smile handing the photo over to Holly. Elliot’s eyes were wet but it was hard to tell because he looked down. The photo showed the shop they had just left, which had not changed much at all and looked as vintage in picture as in person. There was a gentleman trying on a pair of boots with a child sitting at his feet on the carpet with what seemed to be a wooden toy train. The gentleman was smiling – well, more like smirking – at the camera; he was a blond version of Elliot with a definite Machiavellian air. The kid had dark hair and apparently all his teeth from the grin her had on his face.

“I am not sure I remember when was it taken…” Elliot muttered.

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Divinatas – Mar 29, 2009 at 9:16 AM

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Holly had been watching him as he red and then went silent in the middle. There went that Mister Mean facade. It was a shame he had never shown himself to Adelaide before. He might not have ended up a Christmas rug!

She reached out to test the softness of that red muffler when he showed her the picture. Holly laughed softly! “Well there is a goofy grinning grin. That’s you, I assume. And your father?”

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Elliot smiled, a bit sadly. Looking down, he didn’t notice she had reached out to touch his muffler but he saw her fingers move back when she took the photo. Distracted by emotion, he didn’t think about it at the moment. Elliot smile lingered on his lips with its hue of melancholy.

“Yes, that is me. That train was really something; it worked with steam, it had a real engine…” He paused. “Yes, that is my father.”

Elliot straightened his back, pulling himself back against his seat. His eyes were wet and his face was calm with a sort of resignation despite the tense line of his jaw spoke of held back emotion. He tried to smile but failed miserably.

“Some people say,” he said at length, “that I look like him. Maybe it’s more about similar lifestyle than anything else.” He fiddled trying to further choke the pain and reached for his wallet. Slowly, Elliot opened the wallet and pulled out his cellphone. After fiddling with the menu, he handed it over to Holly.

“That’s my mother. I scanned the photo years ago.”

Well, the reason for his black hair and olive skin were in that photo; a beautiful lady with Italy written allover her, in a traditional Italian dress with a suspiciously way too scenic background.

“It’s from a poster,” Elliot explained. “She was an opera singer.” Now that the car was warmer (well, maybe he was the one that was warmer), he loosened the muffler a little.

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:03 AM

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“Wow.” Holly held up both the picture and the phone so she could look between the two. It was true that the majority of his looks came from his mother. But there was a presence about him that was his father.

“I can see why your dad would take you to the Opera, now. He probably wanted to feel close to her even though she was gone.” she said slowly. Holly would have liked to talk about it a little more, but it was bringing up uncomfortable feelings about her own parents. She didn’t want to go there right now.

Holy handed him the picture and the phone back, before returning to the wheel. She pulled them out of the parking space and was heading for home! Nancy and Kevin really were going to be surprised.

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:18 AM

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“Yes, you are probably right,” Elliot quietly said, carefully putting away his memories. He slid card and photo back into the envelope, then put his cellphone into his wallet and back into his pocket. He watched the streets as she drove.

“When I was a rug I couldn’t see anything more than shadows, not even shapes. It’s strange somehow, to see and hear clearly again.” He commented. He eyed Holly a little, noting she seemed pensive. “Maybe I should take something to your house. That way Nancy would have her hands busy and I’d be safer.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 3:35 AM

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Holly laughed at the thought! “If you think you can distract Nancy, you’ve got another thing coming. On the bright side, Kevin will probably be able to protect you most of the time.” Holly was still debating how much she would try to spare him. …Would he want to stay long?

She cast him a curious look out of the corner of her eye. “Did you feel anything as a rug? All of that abuse? Half of which you deserved, by the way. I think I have a million bruises.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:33 AM

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Elliot had a fierce smile. “Let’s not go there,” he said. “Yes, the keenest sense I had if not the only one, was Touch, then Hearing.”

He eyed her and his fierce smile turned into a mix of a smirk of amusement and bared teeth. The glint in his eyes was somewhere between mischievous and accusing.

“You are pretty strong, aren’t you? I think I lost consciousness a couple of times there.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:44 AM

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“You [i]didn’t[/i].” Holly replied, sounding a little startled maybe even apologetic. But when she cast him a quick glance, there was that mischievous look on his face. He was grinning with teeth at her! What a wicked face!

She quickly hid that apologetic look, taking on the more haughty expression. “I [i]am[/i] pretty dangerous, being completely mad at all. So you better keep that in mind next time you get the idea to strangle me.” Holly suddenly grinned. “Or steal a Christmas tree and get me blamed for it.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 4:53 AM

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“I will keep it in mind,” Elliot replied. “Why, I don’t think I could ever forget it!”

He didn’t seem to be angry, though. He was still smirking and eying her with that mischievous to accusing look.

“Besides, how was I supposed to escape being pinned under the Christmas tree? If I’d shake it off me, it would have been quite noticeable! By the way, what IS in those boxes, the whole lot weighed a ton! I think I have a couple of burns from sparks, too. Being a rug is pretty tough. I don’t recommend you to try it.”

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Divinatas – Mar 31, 2009 at 5:08 AM

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“I’ll try to stay on Adelaide’s good side.” she replied. Holly tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. She really had no idea what was in the those boxes. Telling Nancy she was boycotting Christmas obviously hadn’t worked out at all, so it was probably presents to and from family. She had refused to do any shopping herself, and the first time she had left the house all vacation was to try and get rid of a demonic rug.

“Presents tend to be surprises.” she said, casting him another side glance. Holly pulled the car up in to her parking spot at the house and turned off the engine. She took in a deep breath and grinned! “You’ll have to behave when I take you inside. No shark circling, flashing lights or anything.”

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Azul Morag – Mar 31, 2009 at 5:22 AM

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“… As long as I don’t have to go under the Christmas tree again,” Elliot replied, almost defensively. “I am thinking I should bring something neutral and large, like a basket of fruits and wine. If anything happens, apples make good projectiles.” He smirked again.

“I don’t think Mrs. Adelaide with allow her daughter to do any more practice… in a while, at least. I didn’t know those details… yet my father described her as spiritual, once.” Elliot spent a couple of seconds worrying and thinking. He abruptly snapped out of it. He looked at Holly.

“Would you like to shop for your family before we go into your house?”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:32 AM

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“Absolutely not.” Holly said quickly. Just because she was willing to help [i]him[/i] get reacquainted with his family (as he very well needed to do unless he wanted to be a rug again), didn’t mean she wasn’t still boycotting Christmas. With a huff, Holly stepped out of the car!

“I am going to remain the Christmas Grinch, or everyone is going to think I went out and smoked a crackpipe.” Of course that was over exagerating, but she looked crazy enough as it was. A sudden changed of heart was only going to look like another psycho moodswing.

Holly jumped over a spot of ice on the sidewalk and headed for the door!

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Azul Morag – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:43 AM

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“But I didn’t bring[I] anything!”
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The car door slammed so Elliot highly doubted she heard him, and even if she did he didn’t think she’d change her mind. Feeling uncomfortably at disadvantage, Elliot got out of the car and followed her. It was going to be strange, he reckoned. It wasn’t like she could give any warning, he was like a head taller than her and being behind her wasn’t exactly being kept out of sight in any way.

“Holly…”

He followed her to the door.

“I honestly think it would have been better if I brought something. At least for safety!”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 4:56 AM

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Holly paused with her hand on the door turn around and look at him incredulously! “For [i]safety[/i]? From what?” She vaguely recalled him calling her a witch, he may as well thought he needed a sacrifice to keep from getting mauled.

Holly smirked. “I read in a magazine that those who bring gifts are just using them to hide behind.” it wasn’t true. Well, she did read it, but the notion was probably made up. “Besides, if you come baring gifts they’ll think you’re my boyfriend or something.”

It was too late to argue, as before Holly could open the door herself – it swung open!

“HOLLY! My god, I was so worried!” Aunt Nancy practically tackled her as she flung her arms around Holly and squeeze for dear life. “You weren’t here when I woke up, and you didn’t even leave a note! Goodness gracious, it’s been all day, surely you have ca- Oh my! Who is this handsome gentleman?”

Aunt Nancy released Holly none too soon! Holly coughed for breath. “This is-”

“Silly me, we can’t have you standing outside in the cold like this. Come inside!” Nancy wasn’t taking no as an answer as she shuffled them both in the house. Immediately she was trying to take Elliot’s coat. “A guest of Holly’s is always welcome! I’m her Aunt Nancy. I’ll make us up some nice hot chocolate, or would you prefer some spiced apple cider? You know I didn’t even catch you name!”

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Elliot was a bit startled by Nancy’s effusive welcome, specially after she tried to burn him alive in the backyard! After Nancy practically shook him out of his coat, Elliot was sorely tempted to tell her he was her ‘adorable little thing,’ her ‘good luck charm.’

Goodness gracious, he was glad he was not a rug anymore. Elliot managed to give a most charming smile (probably this was part of his lawyerly skills anyway).

“Thank you Ms. Nancy,” he said with a nod. Holly did say Nancy was not an avid newspaper reader, so he saw no point in being shy… yet the words ‘I am the rug you bought’ did cross his mind and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes for less than a second. “My name is Elliot Graham. It’s nice to meet you – I have heard a lot about you.”

He accompanied those words with what seemed to be a [I]harmless[/I] smile.

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 6:44 AM

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“Aren’t you a handsome one! Holly, you really should have called and told us you were bringing home such a charming guest.” With a girlish giggle, Nancy was taking Elliot by the arm to lead him in to the living room.

Uncle Kevin was sitting there in his chair, having remained silent, but curious. He stood to shake Elliot’s hand and cast Holly a curious look! “We really weren’t expecting company, but glad to have it all the same. I’m Nancy’s husband Kevin.”

Holly was giving Elliot the watchful eye – especially with that [i]harmless[/i] smile. There was a look on his face, though very subtle, that reeked of trouble! On the bright side, he already knew she was a violent maniac and threatened men with fire pokers. Holly grinned sheepishly at Uncle Kevin.

“Elliot, uh… owned the rug. So he is here to thank you for letting me take it back. His sister in law wasn’t supposed to sell it.” Holly explained.

“Then I’m glad we didn’t let Nancy chuck it in the fire.” said Kevin.

Aunt Nancy gasped, looking very much embarrassed as she snatched Kevin by the arm. “Really, Kevin! Don’t say things like that. Now, Holly you make sure Elliot is nice and comfortable. Kevin, you help me in the kitchen with some drinks!” She drug Kevin away!

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As soon as Nancy and Kevin disappeared in the kitchen, a persistent twitch began to quirk Elliot’s harmless smile into his usual Machiavellian smirk. He tried to keep it at bay, though!

“Well, well – I have to admit that was nicer than I expected. Thanks again for giving my dear rug back to me,” he said low enough not to be heard by the couple busy in the kitchen. He grinned and looked around. “I somehow expected it to be smaller. I could navigate your living room with my eyes closed, I am sure.”

Elliot made his way to the fireplace and stayed still for an instant, watching the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner with it’s profusion of wrapped boxes under it. He held his lower lip with his quite nice teeth, but he was smiling albeit a little wistfully.

“I wonder how much does the whole lot actually weigh.”

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Divinatas – Apr 2, 2009 at 7:35 PM

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“Probably a wee less than I do. But you could always lie on the floor while I pile stuff on top of you.” Holly replied with a cheeky grin. That would be a scene to remember.

Holly moved around the stop to stop near the fireplace. She gestured vaguly at the pictures there. “Since you showed me yours, I think it’s only fair. Mind you, they aren’t quite as picturesque.” she muttered.

On the fireplace, surrounded by little Christmas houses, pieces of holly, and tinsel there were tons of framed photographs. There was a cute photo of Nancy kissing Kevin on the cheek. A picture of a little girl in a baseball uniform with a bat leaning on her shoulder, casting a grin that could only of been Holly. Another picture of a teenage Holly looking unamused and unfazed at a young man dangling a lizard on a stick at her. Various pictures of random family members and moments.

Holly finally pointed to one neat the end. It looked almost recent. “That is my favorite. It was our boat.” The boat looked a bit old, but well maintained. There was Holly and her brother in the front both posing dangerously, and her parents standing in the back. They were all dressed like pirates. “…It was an event, mind you, that’s what the pirate stuff was about. A boat race.”

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Elliot’s lip curled into a lopsided smirk.

“To tell you the truth, I never imagined I would ever be found under someone’s Christmas tree. I am thinking one time got to be enough. Do you know how difficult it actually is to unplug those lights using a bunch of tassels? And don’t get me started about balancing the tree without dropping it.”

He turned and went to the fireplace to see the photographs on the mantelpiece.

‘Good God, she can handle a bat,’ was the first thing he actually thought when he saw the photos. He spied the firepoker from the corner of his eye, half-jokingly in case she would be watching him. Still smirking, he surveyed the photos and his smirk dissolved into a faint smile. He recognized Nancy and Kevin, and Holly. Elliot looked at the photos of her brother and parents, specially the one in pirate gear on that well-used boat. He nibbled on his lip and wondered for once, what was it like to have a family like this. They looked happy enough. Elliot suddenly got a wider view of Holly’s grief. Elliot did not regret his own family of one, considering his mother died at childbirth and how his father had worked really hard to make up to Elliot because of the fact that it was only the two of them. He felt a rather familiar pressure on the bridge of his nose and a lump in his throat.

With the pragmatism of an old habit, he shifted his attention to the lizard dangling on a stick in one of the photos; it was ugly enough to shift his thoughts elsewhere. He did note younger Holly’s unimpressed look. She had been like that even from before the tragedy, he reckoned. Heck, she had been unimpressed of a flying rug. Elliot dimly realized too, she seemed to be unimpressed with him, too and he found it strangely refreshing.

“Beautiful photos,” he said. “I like the lizard… But honestly, it’s a bunch of happiness you got there. It’s wonderful.”

With sudden inspiration, he checked again. No, Lance was not in the blurry background of any of the photos. That was good. Calculating his eyes were dry again, he turned and smiled.

“Did you have to attack other boats and board them during this event?”

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 4:10 AM

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“Yeah. A lot of happiness.” she went silent for a moment. Looking at the pictures with a distant sort of expression. There was that dull ache in her chest again, but she was trying to ignore it.

“We didn’t [i]have[/i] to attack other boats. Didn’t stop us from doing it, though. Gave a couple of people a good fright a few times. No one really expects their boat to get invaded these days.” That was probably the best summer of her life. And it was never going to happen again.

Holly turned away from the fireplace to move and sit on the sofa. She rubbed her chest absently, looking for a quick change of subject! “You were gone for a few days, I bet there’s a lot of people worried about where you are.”

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Elliot clasped his hands behind his back, his back to the fireplace.

“I see,” he observed with that mischievous glint in his eyes. “I would have loved to be there.”

He suddenly jerked away from the chimney but quickly regained his composure yet that didn’t keep him from biting one of his knuckles where a spark had quite unexpectedly landed. With a slight frown, he dropped himself on the other side of the couch with his knuckle between his teeth.

“What a fierce household,” he observed in a low voice. He quickly noticed though that she was not looking well but her question came back to mind. Watching her, he shook his head once.

“I don’t think so,” he flatly answered. “I had finished a substantial amount of work ahead of schedule. My secretary will have dosed it to the stockholders so I doubt anyone is worried. Besides. Nobody sees me on an everyday basis as to notice I was gone, except my staff.”

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 5:12 AM

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There was a faint grin as he jumped and called the household fierce, but she squelched that away quick. As he sat down, she was getting up to move across the room. She stopped and rummaged through a small table drawer.

“I think more people notice you’re missing than you think. I doubt there’s more than one missing oil tycoon, and Lance was pissy as hell when he thought I was scooping his story.” she smirked at that. Lance had his story right in front of him and had no idea.

Finding what she wanted, she walked back to the sofa and plopped down next to Elliot. She took his hand, eying the small burn critically before shaking a small can she had fetched from the drawer. A few quick sprays and he was good and germ free, with that added cooling bonus of medication.

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“Damn.” Elliot hissed quietly while she was still rummaging at the small table drawer. He had forgotten that detail, which very well meant the company detectives were out looking for him or worse, the police.

“Oh well, I just used a credit card,” he muttered. “They know I am around or at least, that my credit card is. Herr Schultz won’t give me away, though.”

He watched curiously as Holly disinfected his burn and a slow smile appeared on his face.

“Thank you for not washing the rug.”

He just couldn’t help himself.

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Divinatas – Apr 4, 2009 at 6:35 AM

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There was a confused look on her face for a moment, until she realized what he meant. Holly burst out laughing! “Now that I think about, there’s probably a lot of worse things that could have happened to you as a rug. Vacuuming, or getting the dust beat out of you… Nancy likes taking her rugs outside to beat on them that good old fashioned way.”

“Oh, Holly! It’s so nice to hear you laughing!” Speaking of Nancy, she bustled out bright and cheery as ever with a big tray of goodies. Setting it down on the coffee table, she was quickly passing a cup of hot apple cider in to Elliot’s hands! “I couldn’t decide the best sort of snacks, so I have here some cookies, a few scones, and some fresh fruit! You know, Kevin has a greenhouse out back, he’s so darn proud of the thing. He has his vegetables and fruits all year long!”

Kevin had returned as well, looking a bit apologetic about Nancy’s constant chatting and embarrassed when she brought up his greenhouse. “Nancy… sit down a minute.” Kevin prodded the woman to take a seat, and he himself sat in his favorite chair. Giving Nancy a warning look before she prattled on again, he was picking up a cookie from the tray to nibble.

“Now then, Mr. Graham. Your named sounds a bit familiar, where do you work?” Kevin asked.

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Holly was laughing. That was nicer than expected. Elliot took an appreciative sip from the cup of hot apple cider and his eyes dilated slightly, looking a slightly lighter shade of green.

“Thank you Mrs. Nancy… It’s very good.”

Then the grilling began – he just knew it instinctively and got [i]slightly[/i] worried. No reason to worry, right? It’s not like being an oil tycoon and a former rug is a crime of some sort.

“I work in a family business,” he said with a nod. “I started as a lawyer for my father some years ago and after he passed away I formally took the reins of the company. When people hear ‘lawyer’ they tend to think I am a criminologist,” he eyed Holly meaningfully, “but I am specialized in Commerce. I have a PhD. in international business law.”

He still didn’t say -where- he worked, but for some reason he preferred to let that slip. It was childish he knew it, but if anyone was aware of the invisible barrier his name creates around him that was Elliot Graham-Parker.

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Divinatas – Apr 7, 2009 at 8:25 AM

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“Sounds like a very solid job. Busy as well, I’d imagine.” Uncle Kevin replied, satisfied with the answer.

Nancy was sitting on the edge of her seat, though, and was very interested in hearing more. “Oh dear, that IS very impressive for a man so young. Your own business even. Now, Kevin and I are retired and we often do a bit of silly homemade things for extra money here and there. But our Holly just got an internship at The Chronicle! Has she told you about that? It’s such a neat little newspaper, probably the most read one in Elswen.”

Holly didn’t look at all uncomfortable as Nancy prattled on, though she did cast the older women an exasperated expression. The woman was acting like Holly just brought home a new boyfriend and not some stranger she had just met. …Regardless of how interesting said stranger was even when he was not a rug!

“What are your plans for Christmas, Elliot? We would be so happy to have an extra guest if you would like to stay!” asked Nancy.
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“Thank you,” Elliot said with a nod. “Yes, it’s quite a busy job. It has its moments, though.”

Elliot flashed that wicked smile again.

“The Chronicle does seem to be an interesting read,” he said. “I don’t have a subscription yet but I definitely am going to need one.”

“I would love to stay, but my stepmother has a Christmas dinner, too. I promised to attend.” He ate a cookie. It was good. He sipped more apple cider and decided he likes it.

“This cookies are delicious,” he observed. “Are they homemade?” Elliot took another cookie and briefly eyed Holly with a mischievous air.

“Can [i]you[/i] bake cookies like this?” He asked.

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Divinatas – Apr 7, 2009 at 5:57 PM

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“Oh, that’s too bad. Holly would ha-”

“[i]Holly[/i] was going to escort Elliot to said Christmas dinner.” Holly said quickly. …and then regretted mentioning it so soon! Nancy looked surprised, then all too pleased, and now Holly wasn’t going to hear the end of it. How was she supposed to explain it was only to make sure Elliot didn’t strangle his little sister, and to save him from any more rogue rug-spells?

“Really! That’s wonderful! Holly can take some of those cookies over. There [i]are[/i] homemade, I’m so glad you like them. Holly helped make all of the Christmas treats this year.” chattered Nancy.

Elliot was giving that mischievous look. Holly returned it with a perfectly innocent grin. “I did help. Instead of setting people on fire, I decided to poison cookies.”

Kevin choked on his cider with a snicker, but at Nancy’s horrified look, he quickly subdued himself.

“Nancy, I was kidding…”

“Well, sweetie, [i]I[/i] know that, but you’re going to give your poor guest a heart attack!” Nancy finally replied, now looking a little less disturbed!

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Elliot would have laughed but prudently kept a hold of himself. After all, the firepoker was but a few feet away from them. He took another sip from his cup mainly to hide a mischievous grin.

“Thank you Mrs. Nancy,” Elliot said. “My stepmother will love your cookies, I am sure. There’s such a magical taste to them.” He flashed that harmless smile again, eying Holly for less than a second. “Thankfully, of the safe sort.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 6:14 AM

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Nancy laughed softly at the joke, glancing between Elliot and Holly. “So charming, Are you sin-”

“Nancy, I think it’s time for us to get to bed.” interrupted Uncle Kevin quickly! He rose from his chair, holding out a hand so no one else would get up. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Graham. You’re welcome to come by for another visit any time. Come on now, Nancy.” Kevin was quickly ushering away Nancy before she could sputter anything else out but a quick ‘Goodbye!’

Holly waited until they were gone before she gave a wide grin. “She was about to ask if you were single, and then proceed to tell you how amazing I am. Again. Then later this week she’d probably invite you over without me knowing for an ambush date.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 10, 2009 at 6:33 AM

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Elliot cast her a fake and exaggerated look of amazement.

“If that’s the case you’d do well in calling them back – I do have to wonder what could possibly be any more amazing about you than the things I’ve known in the past days. I would really like to know that.”

He flashed a mischievous grin and plucked another cookie from the plate.

“If -I- were to tell them instead, they would not believe me.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 7:32 AM

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“I don’t think I’ll ever top talking to a rug. There’s that certain line of crazy you cross and can’t come back from.” Holly was grinning as she leaned back and got comfortable. Now, no longer having to worry about Nancy doing any more prodding, no fears of sending back demonic rugs, or time limits for breaking spells. It was surprisingly easy to relax, despite that aching in her muscles from a few days of weirdness.

When Holly realized she was falling asleep, she sat forward again rubbing her eyes. “I better take you home before you end up having to spend another night here.” she said with a grin. “You can come and pick [i]me[/i] up tomorrow when you’re ready for another strange day at Adelaide’s.”

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Elliot eyed her, yet more amused than anything else.

“You are falling asleep,” he replied. “I couldn’t let you fall asleep driving back here. I could take a taxi back to… Hm. I have an apartment somewhere, I just have to remember where it is.”

“When…” He stifled a yawn. Those things were contagious. “… would be the right time, though? I still have to get them something. I have a couple of ideas.”

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Divinatas – Apr 10, 2009 at 8:33 AM

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“Here I thought you would go back to your office with your [i]awesome bathtub[/i].” she replied with a smirk. Rubber ducks and battle ships. A very amusing thought.

Holly tilted her head thinking about an appropriate time, it was going to take awhile to drive there and it was better early than late. “Hmm. You can come and get me around Noon. If you still haven’t figured out what to torment Adelaide with – and I don’t recommend explosives as tempting as it sounds – then we might have time to stop somewhere on the way.”

“…do you even have your own car or do you have some fancy chauffeur?” This question came seriously. She was curious to know!

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Elliot smirked.

“Well, [i]yes I do have[/i] some ideas, just not as lethal as yours. Besides, the only reason why I am not going back today is I like being this free for once. If they catch me, I’d have to explain why I didn’t attend the Company’s Christmas party yesterday. I need some time to come up with something credible. Besides, I am sure my apartment has an awesome bathtub, too.”

Elliot blinked.

“Most of the time I do use chauffeur services,” he said. “He’s not all that fancy, though – and he is my bodyguard. I have a couple of automobiles and I bike I use next to never. It’s not quite the same when your chauffeur is following you.”

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Divinatas – Apr 19, 2009 at 8:39 PM

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“A bodyguard.” she responded with an amused and slightly dubious tone. Where was that bodyguard when he was turned in to a rug?

Holly leaned to set her cup on the coffee table before slowly rising to her feet and stretching her arms over her head to give herself a quick burst of energy. …It didn’t work too well and gave her a jolting reminder about her sore muscles! She was going to have to take a dozen aspirin before bed. But at least she would sleep well!

“I’ll call a taxi for you.”

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Elliot smirked.

“Sore?” He asked with a hint of irony. “Alright. I will be back at noon tomorrow, then. Would you give me your cellphone number? Should I get lost I will call you.”

He stretched his legs and browsed the tray for another cookie.

“These are really good…” He stifled a yawn. “I will take a bath in my [I]awesome bathtub[/I] and then I will go straight to bed.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2009 at 7:25 PM

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Holly cast him a wry smirk, that may have mimicked his own. “I don’t have a cellphone. Not everyone buys such fancy things, you know.”

Stepping over to the desk there the phone sat, Holly picked it up along with the phone book. She flipped through a few pages until she found the number for the local cab and called them up. They’d be there right away. Hanging up the phone, she scribbled her home phone number down on a notepad… and as a second thought, added her number at work too. Just in case he’d want to call her there too…

Holly returned, handing him the piece of paper with her numbers. “I guess I’ll have to bring extra cookies if you’re going to eat them all.” she flashed him a cheeky grin!
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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2009 at 6:50 AM

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Elliot raised his eyebrows, that harmless smile from before lazily spreading on his face.

“Do you have doggy bags?” He asked. “Why, I wouldn’t mind taking some home. And since when cellphones are fancy things? Being a reporter it would be convenient to you to have one, I think. Being on the move continuously and [I]haunting down[/I] the supernatural, the illegal and all that.”

Elliot carefully put away the piece of paper into his wallet. He watched her.

“By the way, why The Chronicle? Why did you choose to work there? Is that newspaper only about the paranormal stuff?”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2009 at 8:41 PM

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Holly laughed at his dreadful pun, picking up that plate of cookies from the table to carry them in to the kitchen. She was fishing out one of those little plastic baggies out of the cabinet when she replied.

“I’m not a reporter just yet. Not out on the field anyway. I mostly dig up research and write stories in the office.” She picked a few of each kind of cookie to drop in bag. There would be enough left over to pack up and take over to Adelaide’s house. “I liked reading The Chronicle. I always thought the stories were more interesting and could put a new perspective on some of the everyday weird things that don’t make any sense.”

Holly handed him the bag of cookies, just in time for the honk of the taxi horn to blurt from outside. “Your cab is here.”
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Elliot grinned.

“You have no idea how many years ago was the last time I left a party with a bag of treats,” he said. “Thank you, Holly. For everything.”

Elliot put on his coat and his muffler back on, then picked up his bag of cookies.

“I will be back at noon tomorrow.” He paused at the door, looked at her again and smirked. “I just thought… it’s too bad I don’t know what Lance looks like. I thought I knew, but I have actually never seen him before. How am I going to strangle him if I don’t know what he looks like? Anyway, I guess I will find out sometime. Goodnight.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2009 at 5:11 PM

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“I think we should be glad for that. Can’t get you arrested on Christmas.” she replied with a smirk. Opening the door for him, she gave a slight wave as he stepped out. “Goodnight, Elliot.” she waited until he had walked down the sidewalk and to the cab before she closed the door and leaned on it.

No rugs, no men, no weirdness.

Until tomorrow. Holly was grinning at the thought as she headed off for bed.
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Divinatas – Apr 24, 2009 at 10:31 AM

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[b]Christmas Day[/b]

“Goooood mooooorning, Sunshine! Merry Christmaaaaaas!”

“Woman..! I am trying to sleep!”

“C’mon, sweetie! We have breakfast and presents!”

“I’m not having presents for breakfast!”

“Sweetie, it’s ten o’clock, you can’t sle-”

“Ten? Oh shi-” THUD! Holly rolled out of bed to stumbled in the floor. Jumping to her feet she was rushing around the room to grab some clothes. She had two hours to shower and get dressed! …and she had a feeling that mister Elliot Graham-Parker was a very punctual man! In the shower there was a lot of cursing – more bruises than she thought she had! – but she was out in moments, wrapping a towel around herself and tossing one over her head to dry her hair.

Nancy was looming around, trying to be as helpful as possible. After all, Holly was going out for Christmas and with a mysterious lawyer! This was exciting! “Why don’t you wear that nice dress with the reindeer and sparkles on it? It’s so cute!”

“That’s a [i]nightgown[/i].” Holly paused in the middle of digging through her closet to eye Nancy. For moment she actually considered it. Elliot would find it amusing. …but that really wasn’t the sort of impression she wanted to make with his mother in law. And she sure as hell wasn’t going to let Adelaide have anything to harass her about. She’d end up throwing the girl out a window, and her mother wouldn’t appreciate it.

Holly finally opted for a fashionable sweater. A deep red that fell off the shoulders, hugged her waist and had a little sparkle to it. With a brown suede skirt reaching just past her knees and a pair of knee-high black boots, it made an outfit that was attractive and appropriate. Not that she was [i]trying[/i] to look attractive.

…Well she was, but not with the intentions that NANCY seemed to be having as Holly was trying to apply some lipgloss in the mirror! “Don’t say a word, Nancy! Not a word!”

“I was just thinking if you put your hair up, that would look so elegant!” Nancy replied, not looking the least bit offended!

Holly stuck her tongue out at the woman before checking herself over in the mirror. At least she didn’t look tired! Heading downstairs to the kitchen, she poured herself a nice cup of coffee and wandered in to the living room where Uncle Kevin was sitting on the floor surrounded by open boxes and looking a pair of long underwear with distrust. Holly smiled.

“Morning, Uncle Kevin.”

Kevin glanced up, a wide smile splashing across his face. “Underwear again. You’d think with how often Nancy tells me to throw out my old underwear, Santa wouldn’t bring me new ones every year. You look very nice, this morning.”

“Why, thank you!” she replied, casting a ‘See, I look fine!’ glance at Nancy! “Elliot will be here soon, so don’t harass him.”

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It was three minutes to twelve o’clock when Elliot was standing in front of Holly’s door. Contrary to previous considerations, he did bring a gift to distract Nancy: a basket of fruits around a traditional italian Panettone on a finely woven linen napkin. To be honest, he considered doing as Holly said and not bring anything, but since it was Christmas after all he guessed he wouldn’t get clobbered for bringing something along.

Elliot was wearing the leather coat today, too. He decided to keep the villian black coat for other occassion. He was wearing elegant Italian shoes, fine wool slacks, and a dark olive green turtleneck under his tight-length double breasted suede coat with the muffler Herr Schultz gave him wrapped in a loose loop around his neck and shoulders. It was slipping, true; but it looked good that way too, even if he hadn’t noticed it. His car was parked at the sidewalk – an european car that looked very much like a crouching, black demonic beast, with smoky green glass, three seats and very stylized lines. Elliot pushed the bell ringer…

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 4:56 AM

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Nancy practically tripped over herself as she rushed to beat Holly to the door. Holly didn’t quite try to out run her (why bother, she was going to bat her old lady eyes at Elliot anyway), so she waited with an arm crossed around her waist as she sipped her coffee.

Opening the door, Nancy squealed with delight! “Don’t you look handsome, Mr. Graham! Come in, please!”

Holly was leaning against the back of the sofa and tilted her head to examine his look. A night of rest did him well. It was almost easy to forget that yesterday morning he was a rug on her floor. “You’re not wearing any tassels.” she said lightly, hiding a grin behind her mug.
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Elliot smiled sunnily at Nancy.

“Good morning, Mrs. Nancy. Merry Christmas!” He proceeded to step inside and hand over the basket to the effusive old lady. “I brought a little something, if you would allow me. Merry Christmas.”

He used the brief seconds Nancy was looking at the basket to cast Holly a fierce smile before quickly replacing it with a [i]harmless[/i] one.

“Tassels don’t go with his coat,” he said. “Should I have known, I would have worn some for you.” He casted her an appreciative look. “Boots. Excellent; I see you’ve not forgotten Adelaide. She kicks ankles, you know.”

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 5:42 AM

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Holly laughed! Between tassels and ankle-kickers, it was going to be an amusing day. Nancy was oohing and awing over her gift, taking it over to Kevin to admire. Uncle Kevin was giving Elliot an appreciative nod, and then tilting his head to signal for them to escape while Nancy was good and distracted with taking her new present off to the kitchen!

Setting down her mug, Holly moved towards the door to pull on her coat. “Don’t wait up for me.” she said with a grin. Tugging Elliot by the arm to sneak out before Nancy returned.

Outside, she was watching her feet carefully so she wouldn’t stumble over any hidden ice patches, so it took a moment before she spotted that car. She paused, resting her hands on her hips, eying it with a raised eyebrow. “Is that a car or a demon?”
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Elliot snickered. “It’s a car, of course. It’s easier to find parking with a smaller car. Do you like it? I got it when I got my lawyer license.”

He opened the door for her; it slid open intead of swinging open. Inside the seats were ergonomic, lined in light grey leather; it looked very much like a capsule.

“I have been considering giving Adelaide one of those messenger bags made with used tarps I’ve seen on TV lately, then give her a job like you suggested. As a messenger! I’d make sure the max she gets is a bicycle. How about that?”

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 6:26 AM

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Sliding in to the seat, Holly thought it was a bit like stepping in to a space ship. Everything was very shiny. She adjusted her skirt at her knees and made sure he seat belt was secure. Would he drive a car like he flew himself? Holly was briefly grateful she didn’t get taken on a carpet ride!

Smirking to herself, she shrugged her shoulders. “I was serious about having her work for me, by the way. The Newspaper can always use someone to go grab coffee, file stuff or run something to another office. I’m sure we could tell her a bicycle will keep her from turning in to a big blob and boys won’t date her.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 25, 2009 at 6:47 AM

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Elliot got in the car and closed the door, snapping the locks on before fastening his seatbelt. He was smirking at the way, listening to her.

“I see. That sounds very good, too – plus she wouldn’t be lodging complaints to my secretary every time someone doesn’t agree with her. She likes to threaten people with me as if I were the boogeyman or something like that. Are applications available online or do we have to get them at the Chronicle? I could slip one of those into the messanger bag I definitely am going to give her today!”

The engine purred and growled. Elliot checked the mirrors and pulled onto the street. The car slid past the houses like a silent shadow and took the road with a smooth leap (well, there was a small hill there anyway!).

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2009 at 7:15 AM

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“Actually, you could probably drop her off with me one morning, and I’d take special care of her.” she replied, leaning her head against the back of the seat and turning to cast him a smirk. Holly didn’t blame the girl for using her big brother as a threat. That’s usually what sisters did. He did look pretty wicked when he was giving his harmless smile. His new villain coat would complete the look.

Holly was so used to driving herself that having someone else doing the driving was a little strange. She twirled a bit of her hair around her finger as she glanced out the side window. “You’re not planning on sneaking anything naughty in that bag are you? Floor rugs? Tasmanian devils? Mouse traps?”

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Elliot smiled.

“The job application sheet would be naughty enough, considering she -will- work from now on. It will be good for her but that doesn’t mean it has to look nice, does it?”

Elliot blinked.

“I think we forgot the cookies.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 12:56 AM

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“You’re wonderfully wi-” Holly paused. “…Damnit! I knew I’d forget something.” Blowing her hair out of her eyes in frustration, Holly checked the time. They could go back, but then they might have to dodge Nancy again. She [i]really[/i] didn’t want to Nancy-dodge. Yet picking something up on Christmas day was always frustrating!

Holly chewed on her bottom lip with indecision. “We can go back, and I can run in the house quick before Nancy catches me. Unless you know somewhere we can go that might actually be open on Christmas Day.” she paused for a moment, then gave a mischievous grin! “Although if you have a kitchen that actually has food in it, I bet I could make some quick cookies.”
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Elliot laughed. “Is that warm and welcoming old lady really that difficult?” He asked. “I do have a kitchen with food in it – or so I think I do. We can go to my apartment after the shopping and hopefully all will go fine. Is there any secret ingredient we need to buy other than the usual raw things? My housekeeper has most things in the pantry already, I can bet.”

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Divinatas – Apr 28, 2009 at 11:48 PM

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“She’s a monster. Really.” she was kidding, but she still said it was a straight face. Holly considered the ingredients… It really depending on the kind of cookies. But since this was going to need to be a quick batch or two. “Eh.. chocolate, brown sugar… maybe some ginger.”

Holly was running the recipes over in her head as she cast him another glance. “I take it, you don’t really cook either? What do you besides working?”

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Elliot smiled a bit.

“I do know how to cook,” he replied. “In one of those moments of teenage angst most youngsters have, I took classes on Italian cuisine. It’s silly, I suppose. I don’t know anything about my mother’s family or what she was like, asides the things my dad told me sometimes. He didn’t speak about her often when I grew up. Now I know it was painful, but you are not in an understanding mood when you are a teenager. I don’t cook anything else, but I strayed from recipes a long time ago; cook books are a fuss.”

“I don’t think I’d have enough ginger. I put it in my coffee sometimes. We can buy some before we go to my apartment.” He executed an evasive maneuver when a car slowed down unexpectedly and took a detour with a dangerously closed curve, leaving the other driver cussing in the distance. “As for other things I do, I don’t know. There’s a number of stupid things one -has- to do, like playing golf and tennis with clients sometimes. What do I do to amuse myself? Hm…” He pulled out of a narrow street where three astonished cats and a drunkard cast them a startled stare from a group of stacked wooden boxes and a dumpster; the car suddenly reached downtown, nearing the shopping area. “I’d have to think about it. What do -you- do asides work?”

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Divinatas – Apr 29, 2009 at 6:54 PM

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Aggressive driver. Not so much alarmed, as slightly nervous, she had briefly held on to the door handle as he maneuvered around the other car. Holly was surprised he could cook anything at all, but not so surprised to find out he didn’t seem to do much outside of work.

Then again, she didn’t have much room to talk. Holly didn’t step out of the house anymore unless she was running to work or doing a favor for her aunt and uncle.

“Nothing, really. Work. Errands. Strangely enough, I think this is the first time I’ve done anything outside of the house in a really long time.” she sounded a bit surprised about it herself. Well, it took a cursed rug to shake things up, it seemed.
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Elliot smirked.

“I see! So I am not the only one confined to the constraining and insane boundaries of daily life. I have to say, it’s good to be outside, free of worries sometimes.”

He drove the car into the traffic and maneuvered to cut through it; soon they were circling the city blocks like sharks looking for stray fish, trying to find a parking lot.

“There’s a parking building somewhere near here, I think.”

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Divinatas – May 6, 2009 at 3:05 AM

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They were circling like sharks. It was pretty easy to imagine the sleek little car devouring up people as they drove by. Holly pointed towards a building at the end of the street. One of the large parking garages conveniently located near the shopping district.

“Confined by choice, mind you. I haven’t really been in the mood to do much.” An honest confession. Though two years wasn’t exactly a short period of time. There was a slight frown from her, but she brushed it away quickly. Today was about Elliot and saving him from any future rug incidents. That’s what she was focusing on!
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It didn’t take long to leave the little car safe three stories off the ground – well, as safe as a lawyer’s car can be. Elliot was picky about where in the rows to park it. He took the elevator down with Holly and soon they were on their way into the shopping district.

“What is that about confined by choice?” Elliot had asked. “I didn’t choose it – it happened to me. What do you mean, did you choose to be confined?”

He found himself a little disoriented. Elliot guessed he was probably thirteen years old last time he walked the area, but he didn’t say it.

“Yet I guess grieve does that to you. I used to go out more, I admit it… but there’s been days I just did not want to see anyone… but that was not possible, so I worked. I’ve been at the office all this time, I guess.”

He stopped by a window shop as people hurried around them. Elliot watched the people for an instant.

“It’s curious how you can be in a crowd and at the same time, be completely alone. It’s been said no man is an island. I think every man IS an island. If we don’t build and maintain bridges, we end up alone. No bridge foundation can be laid in our island without our permission. That is also true.”

“Where have you been, Holly?”

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Divinatas – May 12, 2009 at 6:33 AM

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Holly walked down the sidewalk with ease, as if she knew exactly where she was going. Which was probably a stark contrast compared to how she [i]felt[/i] at the moment. Of course she didn’t mean [i]he[/i] was confined by choice. At least she understood the responsibilities of his career – though, she was sure he could easily make more time for other things. Hell, he was doing it right now.

She stopped at the window as he stopped, and while he was watching people she was glancing at the items on display. It was one of those random girly shops, showing off their holiday items. Bags, clothes, jewelry. A pair of holly hairclips made her smirk for a moment, but it disappeared just as quickly. Her mother would have though those were amusing too.

“What?” she replied, turning to blink at him. He had been talking of islands and bridges. The man might have been a better writer than a lawyer with his observations about people. “I suppose I might be on an island. Though by that analogy, my dear friends and family might consider me on a volcanic one, due to explode at any moment.”
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Elliot found himself smirking.

“Indeed that does come to mind, now that you mention it,” he observed. He stared for an instant. “I really wish I was able to see when you swung the fire poker. I had every intention of tipping the tree on that nuisance of a guy, but then I could hear the fire poker hiss in the air, like a whip – it was awesome.”

Elliot blinked.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t bring that up I guess.” He was looking quite unrepentant. He peered into the window shop, too. “Look, they have a hair chopstick in silver with green crystal leaves, there. I wonder if it’s made of steel. Would you like it?” There was the machiavellian smile again.

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Divinatas – May 13, 2009 at 6:35 AM

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“You say that now, but I was mad enough to start swinging a fire poker at you too if you had been a person at the time.” she replied in good humor, glancing in through the window again. “Although since you are daring to brave more time with me, maybe you’ll get the enjoyment of trying to dodge my swings.” Holly matched his smile with a wide cheeky grin of her own. One suggesting that she doubted his abilities to take her in a fight!

“They’re pretty, anyway. But don’t you think I am more the kind of girl that wears reindeer antlers instead of fine sparkling things?” Holly had even put her hands at her head to mimic antlers and wiggled her fingers before dropping them and laughing. “Do you think your family would faint dead away if you arrived wearing antlers? Although I can’t imagine what would be more surprising than a Christmas Rug.”
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Azul Morag – May 13, 2009 at 7:11 AM

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Elliot’s machiavellian smile went wider.

“How about [i]another rug?[/i]” He asked. “Of course well, we’d have to warn Mrs. Adelaide that wouldn’t be me… but perhaps that is best left for another day.”

“Besides,” he tapped lightly on the window’s glass,”yes I thought as much, but may I say so myself I am not as much of a beast as Lance. If all you could do was float around and toss mental images to get assistance, you would get impatient too, you know. I only suggested the hair chopstick because it doubles as a lethal weapon, I thought you may like it.” He snickered. “Yet I have to admit you would look rather fetching with antlers. My secretary’s kid had a pair of those last week, with bells. It’s a good locating device.”

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Divinatas – May 13, 2009 at 7:27 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Another rug! As hilarious as that sounded, Holly agreed that his mother in law wouldn’t find that as funny as they did! She grinned, in the back of her mind appreciating that he could have a sense of humor about something that could have very well been very traumatic. She wasn’t sure if she could have taken it as well.

Then again, he might still try to poison Adelaide at dinner.

“Is it wise to give a maniac more things she can use as a weapon?” she asked, taking his arm gently to pull him inside the store.
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Azul Morag – May 13, 2009 at 7:44 AM

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Elliot allowed himself to be pulled into the store with a grin.

“Holly, everything around you -is- a weapon, including stationary and little kittens.”

Elliot glanced up at the giant plushies on the top shelves at the other side of the store, including a Winnie the Pooh with a pot of Christmas honey and Pigglet with a giant plush candy stick.

“Okay, maybe not everything.” He gave it a second thought. “Nevermind, everything is.”

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Divinatas – May 20, 2009 at 1:06 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“You shouldn’t taunt maniacs, Elliot Graham-Parker.” Holly said with a laugh. It was sad that she knew exactly how she [i]could[/i] use stationary and kittens as weapons. He had plenty of reasons to fear.

Holly browsed around at the shelves, trying to think about an appropriate present for a son-in-law un-rugcursed could give. They had Adelaide under control, but Mrs. Adelaide was a mystery to her. All Holly knew herself was her… interesting talent… how richly furnished her home was. [i]’Chains for her daughter is a bad idea, though tempting…[/i] Elliot wasn’t going to provide much more useful information than she already knew.

She was just going to have to rely on instinct!

Stopping in an area that had lots of books, it seemed like the best place to start. She pulled one with an interesting sounding title off the shelf and flipped through the pages. “Think quick. Shouldn’t your lawyer skills be nearly as amazing as a psychic’s to where you’d magically gleam a person’s innermost gift desires?”
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Azul Morag – May 20, 2009 at 1:19 PM

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“Regarding money, maybe,” Elliot replied with a smirk. “If you are thinking about my stepmother, I suppose something ladylike in a sort of conventional way would suit her. Maybe one of those translucent stoles with fringes and brocade appliques ladies wear to the Opera. Or a small, formal hand purse, with a stone inside to clobber her daughter when she steps out of line.”

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Divinatas – Jun 22, 2009 at 9:50 PM

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“Aside from clobbering her daughter with a pretty purse, I’m not sure if the conventional would suit her.” Holly mused, thinking of Mrs. Adelaide’s interesting talent. She replaced the book she pulled before her hand stopped at another. Holly gave a slow smirk as she took it from the shelf and held it up for Elliot to see the title.

“[i]101 Ways to Stop a Teenage Witch[/i]. I don’t think we’re going to find anything more perfect than this!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 15, 2009 at 10:31 AM

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Elliot read the title with a snicker.

[I]”101 Ways to Stop a Teenage Witch?”[/I] There was a raised eyebrow. “Well, that is something. I will need I copy too, I suppose!”

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Divinatas – Jul 16, 2009 at 5:47 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

With the book (including an extra copy just for Elliot!), and a few interesting items, Holly helped Elliot put together a nice little gift basket. The items unique and personal, things for both Mrs Adelaide and her incorrigible daughter. Holly was even very particular about how she had the gift counter arrange them before wrapping. It seemed despite having a strong dislike for the Christmas season, she still had a strong opinion about how things were done!

Their second stop had been to a local grocery store to pick up ingredients for cookies. Again Holly was very particular about the ingredients necessary for Christmas cookies. She couldn’t settle on just one type of cookie, so they found what they needed for Gingerbread and the nice white chocolate macadamia cookies that Aunt Nancy enjoyed raving about.

With the purchases safely tucked away in to the car, Holly had dropped in to the passenger’s seat and buckled her seat belt before turning to Elliot.

“Alright then, where is this apartment of yours? At the highest tower of your fancy business building or secreted away somewhere like Batman’s cave?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 16, 2009 at 12:10 PM

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Elliot bit his lip in a futile attempt to prevent a smile and gave Holly a sideways glance.

“Do I look anything like Batman?” He asked. “I have a quite un-heroish dwelling, thank you. I have to admit I spend most of the time at the office,” Elliot started the car and took it to the streets after some interesting turns down the spiral ramp of the parking building, “but I have a keyskeeper. She takes care of it when I am not there.”

After a brief stop at FREITAG store (because Elliot had not given up on his idea of giving Adelaide a messenger bag with a job application inside) they finally headed to Elliot’s apartment. It was a tall building in grey rock and green glass, but probably Holly didn’t see much of it before they got into a tunnel that led them to a gate to an underground parking lot. Inside Elliot pulled up one level to his parking garage; every tenant had a set of five parking spaces forming a sort of lined up garages separated by rails and bars. In Elliot’s there was only a black chopper, as demon-looking as the car. After leaving the car parked and the garage closed they entered a glass lobby with an automatic clerk. A card key and digital print, and up they went in a roomy elevator with mirror walls. Elliot used a key to get the elevator to his floor.

“I don’t really like this elevator types,” he said. “It opens directly to the apartment; it makes me paranoid sometimes.”

The doors opened. There was a vestibule and directly beyond it, a vast living room with cozy illumination and a dark red wall, black granite floor and leather sofas, among other elegant design items and a stiff-looking lady in her fifties wearing a grey suit, with her platinum hair gathered in a chignon and sleek, small eyeglasses on a sharp nose.

“Alfred!” Elliot greeted. “Why are you here on Christmas?”

The lady eyed them both with a kind of British distrust.

“I work here, [i]Mr. Wayne.[/i]” She said without missing a step. “You did not tell me you were going to be here, but as you will see on the note at your desk I provided a small dinner if you would need it.”

Elliot wrinkled his nose a little.

“It’s Christmas regardless. Thank you.” He didn’t seem too thankful, though. “This is Ms. Roberts, a friend. Holly, this is my keyskeeper, Ms. Hathaway.”

“My pleasure,” Ms. Hathaway said. “I will be leaving shortly.” She gave Holly her card. “The numbers in the back are for emergencies,” she said. Indeed, it was the firemen number, a private ambulace service number and the police.

Elliot arched an eyebrow and shifted the bags of supplies in his hands.

“Emergencies? Well, I will take these to the kitchen.”

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Divinatas – Jul 17, 2009 at 9:16 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly mentally agreed that having an elevator open right up in to your home had to be asking for trouble. She was a little taken back by the elegance and.. [i]perfection[/i] (she couldn’t think of another word to describe it!) of the room, but then had to hold back a snicker when he addressed his Keeper as Alfred and the women didn’t miss a beat.

The woman handed Holly a card with emergency numbers, and she wasn’t quite sure what to think about that! “…am I the holiday maid, or are you afraid Elliot is going to burn the place down while you’re gone?” Holly spoke her initial thoughts out loud. “Unless he plans on murdering me. Do you bring ladies up here for killing, [i]Mr. Wayne[/i]?” Now she was just being bratty!
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Azul Morag – Jul 17, 2009 at 12:10 PM

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Elliot, who had hoped to escape to the kitchen with their supplies, just blinked with the most innocent expression ever seen on a man’s face.

“I barely step into the place, how come I am now accused of being a serial killer?” There was a raised eyebrow. “She is still angry at me for having unforseen accidents, that is all.”

Ms. Hathaway eyed them both from cool steel-grey eyes.

“I do not intend to pry, but your safety is my concern Mr. Graham-Parker. Disappearing without a trace does not exactly help.” She tilted her head slightly to watch Holly… like a hawk perched on a tree to stalk! “The other side of the card is my contact information, as important as the other numbers. Since unforseen accidents do happen, why not have those numbers handy? He could have had a seizure and laid in an alley for days, for all I know.”

Elliot frowned.

“I do appreciate your concern Ms. Hathaway, but you will have to forgive me for keeping a pocket of secrecy I prefer to call private life. If I do have a seizure and die of rage I promise you, I will die with your name on my lips.”

He said it with a smile, too. Ms. Hathaway eyed him but seemed strangely amused despite her perfectly straight face.

“As you prefer, sir.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 5:33 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“[i]I’ll[/i] make sure to call you, Ms. Hathaway.” Holly said with a smirk. The business card she examined one more time before slipping it inside one of her pockets. “Especially if he turns homicidal and tries to smother me with a Christmas rug.”

She cast Elliot the most sweetest of grins before taking the bag from his arms. “Now where is the kitchen? We need to hurry or we’ll be late to Mrs. Adelaide’s.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 6:13 AM

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“Over there, there’s a corridor to the dining room, the kitchen is the door at your right.”

Ms. Hathaway’s eyebrow arched faintly at the mention of Mrs. Adelaide… Graham, no doubt. Unusual enough, but perhaps fortunate, she thought. Ms. Hathaway gave a curt nod.

“Feel free to call at any hour, Ms. Holly Roberts. Taking my leave now if you don’t mind, sir.”

“You shouldn’t even be here today,” Elliot said. He smiled. “Thank you. Merry Christmas, Alfred.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Wayne. Ms. Kyle.”

Ms. Hathaway went to the vestibule, picked up her sleek brown coat from the coat closet and took the elevator. She eyed them for the last time as the black and silver doors closed.

Elliot waited till Ms. Hathaway disappeared and choked a laugh. He headed for the kitchen. The corridor was almost six feet wide, leading to a dining room with a glass table for eight with tall black chairs under a dome painted like the sky. The kitchen had a window counter to the dining room, its pliable window panes closed; the kitchen door was a double door that swayed both ways revealing a kitchen out of a cooking show, with plenty of work space in steel surfaces, clear cedar wood panels and beautiful lamps. At the far end there was a glass wall forming a niche with a round table for two, overlooking the city below.

“Here we are. Don’t mind Ms. Hathaway, she’s figures she is my governess.” Elliot dropped the bags on the isle and headed to the… steel wall that was apparently a very large fridge, freezer and related cold storage, for a cold drink.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:00 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly admired the sleek design of the kitchen as she walked across the floor, pulling off her coat. She stopped near the large window, draping her coat and scarf over a chair as she peered out at the buildings. Suddenly, she paused and slowly turned around on a heel, quirking an eyebrow at Elliot.

“…did she just call me Catwoman?” Why was that hilarious to think about! Returning to the counter, she clicked her fingernails over it before she started pulling out their purchases from the bag.

“We’re going to need cookie sheets. Mixing bowls. I think you could fit ten bodies in that fridge.” she paused long enough to take a look at it. The stark contrast to how he lived compared to her own humble little home was amusing.
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:21 AM

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“She might have,” Elliot said with a lopsided smile. “Would you like something to drink, juice, soda? Mineral water?” He turned with a very mundane can of Coke in his hand. “Why… you are right. Adelaide would fit right in one of the vegetable drawers.”

He opened his can and took a sip.

“Feel free to choose whichever you like; I’ll get your cookie sheets and bowls…” He disappeared behind a slim door on the wall of cedar doors, cabinets and panels at the far back. Soon he returned with a stack of cookie sheets and some glass and metallic bowls sliding dangerously on top. Leaving those on the isle, Elliot opened a drawer in the isle and rummaged through wooden spoons, batter mixers and measuring spoons and cups. “These, too…” Fom the neatly stacked cabinet under the isle he picked up a pyrex measuring cup up to one litre.

“Anything else? Waxed paper?”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:37 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Wax paper, yes!” She was a little surprised to see he knew where everything was, but when she thought about it, Elliot Graham-Parker probably always knew where things were! Holly confiscated a bottle of water for a quick drink, before she was organizing bowls and ingredients in appropriate order.

Then she was measuring flour and sugar, seeming to have everything perfectly memorized in her head. “I suppose if she turns up missing, I’ll know where to look first.” Or where she’ll go first to hide the body if by chance she couldn’t restrain herself from throwing the teenager out the window!

While mixing things together, she occasionally stole a few of the white chocolate chips to eat. The whole fun of making cookies was getting to steal things before they were done. “I think you should show me your awesome bathtub when these are baking.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:52 AM

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Elliot got slightly red. Only slightly.

“Should I?” He asked. “I know you would laugh.” He deftly stole a chocolate chip and moved out of clobbering range to eat it.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 7:58 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly very nearly swatted him with a wooden spoon simply out of reflex, but she continued her stirring as she cast him a wicked grin. “Will I?” she replied. “I suppose it’s covered in rubber ducks, battles ships, and possibly fish floor mats with pitiful expressions.”

With the first batch of cookies good and mixed, she laid out the wax paper over one of the cookie sheets and placed little balls of the dough in simple rows. Holy cast him a sly sideways glance. “Unless there’s dirty underwear all over the place that your dear Alfred won’t dare to pick up?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 8:26 AM

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Elliot snickered.

“Nope,” he said. “I have to say Alfred was surprised to find me here yesterday. I have not yet explained where I was; I think my stepmother could help me on that. I don’t leave my underwear around, by the way.” Elliot stole a nick of brown sugar and butter mix, quickly retreating to prevent getting clobbered with that wooden spoon of hers.

“If you really want to see it, I will show it to you if you promise, [i]promise[/i] you won’t laugh. If you do laugh…” Elliot arched an eyebrow with a sideways smirk. “You will have to teach me your recipe for the chocolate chip cookies.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:11 AM

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“Well, now I [i]have[/i] to see it, just to know what’s so damn funny about it.” Her spoon swung and just barely missed his hand. He was asking for a whack now! She made quick work for a second batch of cookies, these the gingerbread. They weren’t going to look fancy, but they’d taste like heaven. Having two sheets prepared in no time at all, she only had to pause a minute to figure out the settings on what had to be a restaurant grade oven!

With the two pans slide in the oven and a timer set, Holly dust off her hands, casting him another side glance and a wicked smile. “You’re lucky you couldn’t see much while a rug. I [i]do[/i] leave underwear all over the place.” Holly didn’t wait for a tour invitation, she was already heading out of the kitchen to explore the bat cave he called an apartment!

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:39 AM

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Elliot got himself another chocolate chip before following her out of the kitchen. The apartment was quite large, yet the apartments tower had a sort of ‘nicked’ shape that allowed all rooms to have windows on at least one wall. Most of the windows were simply glass walls; others like the dining room’s had doors to a shaded terrace. Up there the wind was strong in some areas of the tower but there was no visual communication from one apartment to the one above or below. Thick curtains in some rooms, blinds in others, provided a way to shut out sunlight at will. There was the main living room, guest bathroom, a private living room with a Media center, a studio (your office away from… your office!), the kitchen, a guest room with its own bathroom, a servant’s room with bathroom, a sun room and the Master bedroom with its very own bathroom.

The bathroom had a big sink shaped as a seashell on top of a long marble surface with a wall-to-wall mirror with angled side panels. At both sides embedded on the walls there were cabinets with toiletries, towels, and all necessities. The polished floor had a thick straw mat for standing barefoot at the sink. The toilet had its own stall. There was a skylight, closed. Then there was a pretty white tub with bronze lion feet right next to a glass door to the shower stall. On the other side of the white tub there was another glass door.

Elliot smiled mischievously.

“Well?”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:53 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly rest her hands on her hips as she glanced around in the bathroom in amazement. Someone actually [i]lived[/i] here? Though he did say he was always at work! As with the rest of his home everything was designed with impeccable taste. Straight from pictures in home magazines.

“I [i]guess[/i] it’s a nice bathroom.” she replied, casually. Holly stepped across the room to lean and take a look at the bronze lion feet. Old fashioned, but gorgeous! She turned around to sit on the edge of the tub, and with a tilt fell right in side, crossing her legs up over the edge. The tub was almost large enough to fit three people! …or one really ginormous man! Lying in the tub, she was now blinking at the closed skylight.

“No wonder your Alfred worries about you. You could get so comfortable in this tub and fall asleep and drown!”

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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 9:58 AM

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Elliot smiled mysteriously.

“So, do you think this is an awesome bathtub?” He asked with that harmless smile of his.

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:09 AM

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Holly shifted, remaining in the tub, but now sitting up so she could rest her arms on the edge of the tub and sit her head on her arms. She responded with a mischievous grin!

“Yes. Quick frankly, it’s bound to be the most awesome bathtub I have ever seen. After being a dirty old rug for days, this must have been your first stop!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:13 AM

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Elliot’s harmless smile shifted to a lopsided smirk.

“I see! Well, well. What is behind this glass door, I wonder?” He tapped his fingers on the glass door next to him she had apparently missed. “Because well… I think this one is a rather common bathtub with lion feet. A Victorian replica, I admit it – but… Well, if you like it so much I guess that is good.”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:20 AM

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“What?” she exclaimed sitting up and blinking towards the glass door he directed at. “You’re a damned deviant, Elliot!” Holly almost refused to take a look out of sheer principal. But, curiosity won out in the end. She very primly climbed out of the lion foot tub, and stopped next to Elliot. Her arms crossed and she raised an eyebrow in disbelief!

“All right, I’ll take your bait. What bathtub could possibly be even better? Because I think you’re yanking my chain again.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:33 AM

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Elliot tried his harmless smile but ended with a grin.

“See by yourself,” he said, opening the door for her and stepping aside to let her pass.

There was a large room beyond the glass door. The floor was a mosaic of blue and green, just like a Roman bath – there were whales and dolphins, fish and fishers like a mosaic out of Pompeii. The walls were a mix of mosaic and mirrors with a detachable shower in the middle, a low bench and a sink fashioned like a seashell like the one outside. To the right there was three ondulating steps leading to the top of the bathtub itself, in mosaic and brown rocks forming a small pool. There were bronze faucets. The tub was empty, allowing to see the mosaic floor below, with a long bench and the outlets of the jacuzzi and water-force massage. The rocks climbed against the wall and the mosaic around it simulated a sea horizon with old greek ships and a city in the distance. Above all, a skylight gave plenty of light to the bath room.

Elliot bit his lip and waited for her reaction…

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:48 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

To say she looked stunned was an understatement! Holly had been expecting maybe a steam room or something with jets, but this was just… indescribable! It was like a small lagoon by the ocean. All it needed were plants and sounds. She stepped inside to run her fingers across one of the mosiacs on the wall, marveling how the light from above caught the tiles and made everything look shimmery as if it were under water.

“This isn’t a bathtub, this is [i]heaven[/i].” she finally exclaimed, then paused. “…Do we have to go to Christmas dinner, or can I just spend the rest of my life in here?” It may have very well been a serious question by the expression on her face!
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 10:57 AM

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Elliot choked a laugh.

“You are really difficult, aren’t you? You didn’t laugh!” He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. “I am glad you like it. Last night I was so tired I only took a long shower before dropping dead in bed.”

He tilted his head, watching her.

“Let us go and enjoy Christmas dinner… cookies… putting Adelaide in the vegetable drawer and things like that. The bathtub is not going anywhere, you know. If you really like it, I could let you borrow it. It’s the least I could do for not letting me burn at the stake in your yard!”

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 11:06 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Stupid Christmas ruining my day. Fine then, but once I get in here, it’s going to take a shark to get me out.” She cast a last over dramatized wistful look the room before she brushed past him, giving him a gentle poke in the side when she passed.
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Azul Morag – Jul 18, 2009 at 11:21 AM

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Elliot smirked. He stepped out after her and closed the glass door.

“I should still have one of those toy sharks with a mechanical tail somewhere.” He observed. “How long till those cookies are ready?”

He eyed his bed as they passed by it and wondered if it was too plain or something, then wondered why he had wondered that – he could get clobbered with a fire poker.

“I am a little hungry, but I suppose I better wait till dinner. I wonder what Mrs. Adelaide is preparing… if it will come alive and fly… Who knows, really.”

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Divinatas – Jul 20, 2009 at 6:15 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

There was a [i]DING[/i] as they walked in to the kitchen. Holly gave a smirk.

“Until right about now.” she replied. Holly flipped off the oven and after snatching up some oven mitts she was pulled the cookie pans out of the oven. With a spatula she was moving them quickly from the pan to a cooling rack set to the side. She didn’t want them to keep cooking on the pan and get all hard and not-perfect!

“If you ask really nice I might let you have a few before we leave. But I suspect she’ll probably have something traditional. …Then again nothing about Mrs. Adelaide and her daughter seem all that normal…”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 4:55 AM

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Elliot was watching her thoughtfully, yet what he was really doing was awaiting a chance to steal a cookie.

“I wonder if my father knew. It’s not quite possible that he didn’t, I suppose; not living together on an everyday basis. That reminds me of that file he showed me…”

He stopped. He had not told Holly about that, did he? And if he did, it was probably a bunch of incoherent images tossed by a drowsy rug.

“I think she does look normal, like any experienced socialite. I have not been the most frequent visitor I admit, but I had never seen or heard anything suspicious about them.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 6:58 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“File?” she asked curiously. Though, now that she thought about it, it wouldn’t be all that strange for a rich guy to put out some sort of investigation on the woman he would marry. There were a lot of gold digging hussies and husband murderers out there.

“It’s probably not a big deal, anyway. Everyone has some weird thing about their family, and hers just happens to be witchcraft.” Holly leaned against the counter as she crossed her arms. “I’d be more worried if she were in the mob or something.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:04 AM

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Elliot took the chance as soon as she crossed her arms to steal a cookie and be out of clobbering range in the blink of an eye. He smiled mischievously.

“At least the mob doesn’t turn you into animated furniture,” he replied. “Yes, well… my father was very meticulous. He did show me a file on Mrs. Adelaide when he was dating her, but I didn’t read all of it.” He looked somewhat guilty. “I figured if he really wanted to date her, it should be alright. After all, he didn’t date seriously if at all while I was a boy – I was not going to stay in the way and that was never my intention.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:19 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly moved, ready to swat him, but he started away with stolen contraband faster than she could uncross her arms! She frowned slightly, returning to her position against the counter.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter, You get to spend time with her now. If at least a little ambushed by her teen terrorist.” Speaking of which, they would be late if they hung around here for too long! Holly turned around to start dropping cookies in to a plastic baggie. She made sure to steal one for herself to nibble while she packed them away.

“Hrm. Do you pull up files on women you’re dating? Find out their torrid past and how many men they’ve been with?” She didn’t know why she bothered to ask, but she was curious!
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 7:33 AM

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Elliot laughed and almost choked on cookie crumbs. After a dignified cough, he replied. “No, I don’t. However I cannot speak for Alfred or the company detectives. It’s hard enough to keep them at reasonable distance when they get too demanding.”

Elliot took another bite at his cookie.

“Besides… as a reporter, do you use your resources to peek? I think it’s easier to ask the person directly. I do admit I might take a risk, but don’t we all. I manage an oil company. It’s inevitable that when people look at me some don’t see me but a stack of dollar bills like a Lego statue, or just Syrius Standard itself.”

He bit the corner of his lip.

“Life gets unnecessarily complicated.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:18 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I’d keep them at a distance.” the cross look on her face suggested she’d probably use methods he was already familiar with. Swinging things at people made them shut up and back off pretty quick.

She shrugged her shoulders at his comment, though. “I like to think I have common sense enough to know an asshole when I see one. So there’s really not any reason to go checking up on people.” With the cookies zipped up tight (and moved to where she could watch them!), Holly took the dishes over to the sink to rinse them out.

“You look more like a rug to me.” she said with a smirk cast over her shoulder.

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:44 AM

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Elliot flashed his [i]harmless[/i] smile.

“See? The steel hair chopstick is perfect for you. The best things are those you can actually put to good use. Luckily for me, I don’t have firepokers around here.”

Elliot blinked.

“Why? Mrs. Adelaide told me what the rug was like, I look nothing like Santa Claus and Friends.” He eyed her with a smirk.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 8:57 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I thought we established that I can use anything as a weapon. Like kittens and paper towels.” He was kind of asking for it with that so-harmless smile of his, but she didn’t want to get her nice outfit dirty before arriving at Mrs. Adelaide’s.

“Maybe Adelaide will have some reindeer antlers with bells. You can start a new tradition and be Christmas Lawyer Rug?” she flashed him a toothy grin. Setting aside the dishes to dry, she moved to fetch her coat from the chair she draped it over and pulled it on.
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:11 AM

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Elliot tapped on the crown of her head when she was slipping her arms into the sleeves of her coat.

“No, thank you. I shall make a vow that you will never stomp on me again, or use your rug-wrestling moves on me!”

He moved out of clobbering range and went to the living room for his own coat, snickering.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:44 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“It’s not like you can stop me!” she replied as he walked out. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and fetched the bags of cookies before following.

“You might have arms and legs now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tackle and pin you to the floor. You’re lucky I don’t want to get my clothes wrinkled.” Chances were, all he knew were some fancy swings. Holly played dirty! The expression on her face said as much as she waited patiently, grinning like a fiend.
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 9:57 AM

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Elliot smirked with incredulity written allover his handsome face. He put on his muffler and his coat, dropped a black, smoothed shiny wool Fedora on his head and picking up a pair of gloves put them in his pocket.

“Thanks for long skirts,” he said, smirking. He picked up the bags. “Shall I consider myself safe for today? It’s Christmas after all. Peace on Earth?”

He raised his eyebrows before calling the elevator with his key. “I am sure there is some Christmas song somewhere that says You’d Better Watch Out. Now I know why.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 10:22 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I’m not celebrating Christmas this year, remember?” she laughed softly at [i]You’d Better Watch Out[/i] and stepped in to the elevator when it arrived to the floor. Again she mentally agreed that having it open directly to his suite had to be creepy. Who knew when you called the elevator if someone would be waiting inside to jump out at you?

Of course, that sounded more like Holly-Ambush tactics if she ever needed to show up and beat him with a stick. She smirked at the thought.

Holly tilted her head up to eye him for a moment, then reached out and stole his hat. She set it neatly on her head and admired the look in the mirror. “You’re safe for the day anyway. I’m here to protect you from Adelaide, not help her pounce you.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 10:31 AM

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Elliot raised a quizzical eyebrow at the hat theft.

“I expect extra cookies for that,” he said with smirk. The elevator door soon opened to the lobby. In no time they were back in Elliot’s car and leaving the building, heading North to leave the city and reach Mrs. Adelaide’s home.

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 11:28 AM

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[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Mrs. Adelaide’s home looked just as fancy and lovely as it did the day before. A pretty wreath was perched neatly on the door, decorated with subtle touches of glitter and a big red bow. Holly had the cookies in her hand, safe from possible theft while Elliot had their last minute gift basket. It was a bit strange coming here this way and Holly was nervously chewing on her lip after ringing the door bell. Visiting family and friends for the holidays wasn’t exactly a big deal, but she was usually [i]with[/i] family when she did it. This was new.

The door swung open suddenly followed by a loud eye-piercing squeal! Adelaide, was hopping up and down and somehow managed to find a way to get past the basket Elliot was holding up for defense to snake her arms around him in a big hug.

“Oh my god! I so didn’t believe you’d actually come! This is going to be so awesome!” she chirped, releasing him to steal the basket. “And preseeeents! Mooooommy! Elliot [i]actually[/i] came!” Now she was hugging the basket, looking as if she was ready to rip off the wrapping to see what was inside, but thankfully had enough manners instilled in her to resist. Her clothing was similar to previous day’s, but now it was ‘dressed up’. A tight fuzzy pink shirt covered in sparkles and skirt that a teenage girl probably shouldn’t be wearing. “God, stop standing around and come inside!”

“I don’t know, is it a trap?” Holly responded, but stepped in through the door. Despite thinking Adelaide was slightly evil, the girl’s enthusiasm was entertaining. Elliot was going to have ‘fun’ today.

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 11:57 AM

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Elliot casted Holly a ‘Weren’t you going to defend me?’ kind of look as they were finally inside and he closed the door behind them. Leaving their coats at the special closet in the vestibule took just an instant before walking into the living room. There were candles and wreaths on the side and center tables of the victorian-esque sofa set, glittering in the dancing lights from the fireplace. There was a tall Christmas tree out of a Victorian Christmas card, complete with angels, bows and silver bells. The star was also an angel with a lit up crown. There was uninstrusive Christmas background music. Everything was chic, cozy and sweet.

Even the stuffed Schnauzer dog had its own big red bow.

Elliot tried not to stare at it, but that was difficult. Adelaide had escaped with the basket. Mrs. Adelaide came into the living room wearing a deep red gown that fitted her like a glove with tasteful elegance, her hair up and a necklace around her collarbone like a snowflake made of crystals.

“Welcome Elliot and Holly. Merry Christmas!”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 12:16 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Good evening, Madam Graham-Smith.” As expected, Mrs. Adelaide was a vision of classic beauty! Holly felt just a smidgen under dressed, but she was expecting as much. She didn’t put away Elliot’s hat along with their coats, that she was holding hostage on her head simply because she liked it.

Everything looked very grand, aside from younger Adelaide who had put away the basket next to the tree (that tree was huge! Who brought that in here?) and was now hovering near Elliot like a kid in a candy store.

“Sooooo, Elliooooot. What didja get me for Christmas?” She asked, clinging on to his arm.

Holly had caught sight of the dog with a bow, and all attempts to rescue Elliot disappeared for the moment. “I can’t believe you stuffed a dog!” she announced, without quite thinking before she spoke!
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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 12:34 PM

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Elliot smiled slightly but his mirth was written allover his face despite his calm look.

[i]”Merry Christmas[/i], Mrs. Adelaide. To you too, Adelaide.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith didn’t look phased.

“Oh poor old Samuel! I just couldn’t find a proper pet cemetary for him. He got run over on my wedding day with Wilhelm. Adelaide was so distressed.”

There was a secret reason, of course. Mrs. Graham-Smith didn’t want to risk her then little daughter raising her pet from the dead by accident just as her magic abilities were starting to appear in her. That Pet Cemetary movie was worrying enough.

Elliot was just thinking of that movie as Mrs. Graham-Smith spoke.

“Better to keep an eye on it,” he muttered, eyeing grinning Adelaide a little. His stepmother smiled a social ‘let’s move on’ kind of smile.

“Would you like an appetizer? Dinner will be served in a few minutes.”

“Certainly! Menthe, please.” Elliot said. “Holly?”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 1:26 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I’m fine, but thank you.” A stuffed dog like that, just sitting around the house like some sort of… guard animal. She remembered watching a movie when she was younger about zombie pets coming back to life. Holly [i]never[/i] liked freeze-dried animals after that! They gave her the creeps!

Adelaide cast Holly a huge frown, but she was still hugging Elliot’s arm. “We have vegetables, crackers, cheese, fruit and well everything, really! Candy and – hey, what’s in the bag?” she asked curiously, eying the small bags Holly was carrying.

Holly stopped staring at the dog long enough to return her gaze to Adelaide. A slow grin crept across her face. “These? Cookies. Possibly the most amazing cookies in the world. But you probably won’t like them. They cater to more adult tastes.”

“~I~ am adult.” replied Adelaide with some offense. “And I am in charge of the desserts, so I’ll be taking those, thank you very much!” Adelaide released Elliot’s arm and snatched the bags from Holly, who appeared to give them up far too easily after she had spent so much time guarding them against Elliot. She escaped somewhere around the corner, no doubt to steal a few of them while no one could see her.

Holly grinned at Elliot after she disappeared. “Rescue number one, successful.”

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Azul Morag – Jul 22, 2009 at 3:42 PM

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Elliot gave a concealed wink of complicity. Mrs. Graham-Smith came back with a tiny gobblet of menthe for Elliot.

“Please, make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Thank you.” Elliot enjoyed the aroma of his menthe before taking a sip. His stepmother smiled at them and left to inspect the dining room.

“Lets move away from that dog, for heaven’s sake,” Elliot muttered behind his teeth with a concealing grin. He headed for the tree. “I do suspect why she kept it, you know.”

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Divinatas – Jul 22, 2009 at 6:51 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Please don’t say anything about undead pets. I saw this weird movie when I was a kid, and I swear to god if that thing ever comes to life I am probably going to die.” she looked pretty serious about the threat too, and was more than happy to move away from the dog.

Holly stopped by the tree, peering at all of the ornaments and various decorations. The ladies of the house were definitely of a class all their own. Social class was never something Holly ever thought about or considered. But then again, she rarely went anywhere or did anything that would bring it up. At work she had been interning and being everyone’s ‘go-for’ slave for ages up until she was able to start writing articles herself! And how often were the supernatural tabloids ever about people like this?

She crossed her arms as she examined the sparklie things of the tree, trying to hide that frown that was trying to sneak it’s way out. Her own mother probably would have loved how nice everything looked here. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about at the moment.

“I wonder if Adelaide realizes there’s really disturbing pictures of her hanging on this tree.” she poked one of the ornaments to hear the bell jingle. It had a picture of a very small Adelaide dressed up like a very unhappy clown.
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Azul Morag – Jul 23, 2009 at 6:17 AM

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Elliot looked at the photo with a smirk. “I wonder why mothers love to dress up their kids like dolls. She looks so harmless in that photo, doesn’t she?”

Elliot tilted his head and spied Holly’s face under his hat she was wearing. “You are still a pirate,” he said. “I don’t mind as long as you don’t try your cutlass on me.” He blinked at the tree. “I’ve seen Christmas trees with strings of popcorn in photos, and cookies. I wonder if those don’t get mauled by kids and critters – especially by kids. Adelaide looks like a tree mauler.”

He sipped his menthe. “I wonder if we are the only guests.”

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Divinatas – Jul 24, 2009 at 9:25 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I might show you my cutlass later.” Holly replied, casting him a sudden smirk. “Most of the popcorn gets eating while you’re making the string, so guess the kids are tired of popcorn by the time it’s done. I remember making gingerbread cookie ornaments in school and teacher had to remind us not to chew on them cause we had to add glue to the batter to keep them from spoiling.”

“Didn’t stop some of us from trying anyway.” she made a face! Clearly she knew from experience!

Adelaide suddenly appeared looking as innocent as the day she was born. “~I~ didn’t invite any guests. Mommy wouldn’t let me. I was going to ask all my friends come over to meet you, but she said [i]family[/i] is more important. Of course, she let [i]Holly[/i] come, so I guess that means she’s your girlfriend.”
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Azul Morag – Jul 24, 2009 at 9:57 AM

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“Glue?” Elliot was disappointed. “That is a set up!”

He blinked at Adelaide with a fatherly smile lawyers give after their fees are set and the contract is signed.

“One day, when you are a grown up,” Elliot said, “you will realize that not every couple you see are boyfriend and girlfriend. On the other hand, I was unaware that you think Holly and I are destined. Perhaps if someday that comes to be, we will inform you when we deem it necessary. Other than that, any relationship we may or may not have is strictly our business.”

“Other thing you seem to forget is, Holly saved me from being donated to a charity and die a ruggy and dusty death in some box. I think that elevates her from the category of spectator such as you intended [i]your friends[/i] to be, to that of someone quite important to me. Why is that so surprising?”

There was that glint back in his eyes again, despite the smile!

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Divinatas – Jul 25, 2009 at 8:13 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Destined?” Holly raised an eyebrow at that, finding the word pretty amusing. Then again, that was something teenagers through around a lot. She had been there once!

“You protest WAY too much!” Adelaide said, seeming to completely ignore the glinty look he was giving her. She was rocking on her heels and looking pretty devious. It was probably her usual expression. Holly was about to reach out and rescue someone (Who, she wasn’t sure yet. Adelaide looked suspicious, but Elliot might strangle her), when Adelaide continued. “But I guh-eeessss if it’s no big deal, then mistletoe is no big deal either!” She pointed up over their heads at the bundle that was hanging neatly from the ceiling. In fact, there seemed to be lots of those hanging all over the place.

“Let me guess. You were going to invite a boyfriend.” Holly said, glancing at the ceiling.

Adelaide coughed, unable to hide her expression. “…yeah. But he’s not here, and YOU are there, so guess what! Kissy time! It’s in the rule book!”
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Azul Morag – Jul 25, 2009 at 8:40 AM

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“Show me the book and I will show you a citation order,” Elliot replied with a raised eyebrow. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, but he wasn’t amused at Adelaide’s attempt to push them around. “Which reminds me. Is this absent boyfriend the same one that cannot be the heir to my clothes since you had to return them?”

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Divinatas – Jul 25, 2009 at 9:32 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly smirked. Leave it to Elliot being difficult to spare her from a Christmas Tradition! It [i]was[/i] in the rulebook, but she wasn’t celebrating thus Adelaide was on her own!

Adelaide looked a little put out, slowly inching her way to hide somewhere behind Holly. “Maybe! It doesn’t really matter anyway, because the dance is ages from now so he’ll have time to find a something cool to wear.” Elliot was sooo mean sometimes! He was back to normal, so what was the big deal? “Stop changing the subject! We’re talking about Christmas. Oh! What did you get me?! Is it something awesome?”
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Azul Morag – Jul 25, 2009 at 9:59 AM

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Elliot tried not to – he really tried! But he rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe you really were going to dress him up in [i]my clothes[/i] after you shipped me out!” He sipped his menthe and narrowed his eyes. “I got you [i]just what you need[/i],” he said in a lower voice with that glint in his eyes again. “You just wait and you will see.”

He mysteriously sipped his menthe again.

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Divinatas – Jul 30, 2009 at 9:22 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=853[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide looked a little disturbed by his reply, and Holly really didn’t blame the girl. After all, the tone of his voice suggested it was going to be ten times worse than being turned in to a rug. Maybe she expected to get thrown in to the fireplace. Holly couldn’t help herself, this time she laughed out loud!

“Don’t hide behind me, you’re only triggering his kill instincts.” Holly said taking a glance over her shoulder. She could say it with a straight face too, he was a layer. It could be true!

That had Adelaide stepping out from behind her. “I’m going to see if Mommy is done!” she said quickly, dashing out of the room as fast as her clicky heels could take her!
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Azul Morag – Jul 30, 2009 at 10:11 AM

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Elliot arched his eyebrows.

“Triggering my kill instincts, hm?” He sipped his menthe to conceal a Machiavellian grin. “Really… I am very nice, you know.”

He opened a little wooden chest with a little porcelain angel fixed on it placed on a side table, revealing three folding levels of the cutest bombons. He plucked one.

“My father had this in his office,” he said as if his knowledge of the box’s use needed some explanation. “Hm… maybe I should have been more creative. Maybe next year.”

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Divinatas – Sep 16, 2009 at 10:53 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly watched as Adelaide fled for her life, before turning to watch Elliot carefully. She found the treasure box of candy interesting, and wondered what other sort of treasures might be hiding in the Madam’s lovely home. The house of a witch must be filled with all sorts of things. For the moment she kept her natural curiosity under control.

“Already planning for next year, huh? I guess you’ve been infected with the Christmas spirit now after being a rug for days.” Holly flashed a wicked grin, inching close enough to pluck that bonbon right out of his fingers before he could eat it. She made her escape!
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Azul Morag – Sep 25, 2009 at 11:30 AM

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Elliot blinked at being robbed!

“Thief,” he said with a smirk. “Robbing lawyers is not very wise, you know.” He plucked another bonbon from the box. “I might be. I kind of like this…” He waved a hand at the tree. “There is something peaceful and nice; something relaxing and somehow egotistic about it. Time for yourself, with the people you love without secretaries calling you, board of directors claiming the sky is falling down and no one trying to pluck the life out of you. Even if there are thieves around, I am relatively safe.”

Elliot ate his bonbon, thoughtfully.

“Perhaps I am mistaken? If television and ads are to be believed, some people get more stressed during the holidays rush than they get in the whole year. I wonder why is that.”

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Divinatas – Sep 28, 2009 at 1:50 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly grinned, moving by the fireplace and bouncing the bonbon between her hands like a toy. “People get all uptight about the perfect holiday experience. Decorating, presents, every single tiny little detail. They forget all of the important stuff.”

Like family. She didn’t want to think about that. Holly balanced the bonbon on a finger. “After tonight, what are you going to do? Back to work as usual? Paperwork and boring business meetings?”
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Azul Morag – Sep 29, 2009 at 1:30 AM

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Elliot shrugged his elegant shoulders.

“Most likely. Alfred would not allow me to take too many holidays…” He checked his cellphone. “In fact, I have to go back to work at 8:00 am sharp on January 2nd. Imagine that. I suspect Alfred was afraid I was going to turn up dead in an alley and she slipped in some days off for me to come back to life.”

Elliot smirked. “Usually I would be doing business elsewhere during the holidays if needed; some of our business partners are not Christian and yet some of them do celebrate holidays as a cultural curiosity, they don’t have a week off. I keep in line with my father’s tradition and I do give employees some days off for the holidays. Mind you, I am not a slave driver.”

He shook his head. “I see a few friends sometimes, but… a lot of people prefer to travel nowadays for the holidays; specially after they get married. People say a lot about Europeans, but they do like their cities.” Elliot quirked an eyebrow at Holly. “So, what were you saying about the important stuff?”

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Divinatas – Sep 30, 2009 at 7:07 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Important stuff. Hanging out with murderous family members, and all that nonsense.” She popped the bonbon in her mouth, very deliberately eating the whole thing at once to avoid saying anything else about the subject. She just shrugged her shoulders and flicked her fingers at him.

Adelaide finally came skipping back in to the room, this time to pounce Elliot from behind in a big snugglie hug! “Elliiiioot! Mom says dinner is ready! We have the dining table set up to perfect, if I do say so myself. You can sit next to me!”
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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2009 at 2:05 PM

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Elliot opened his mouth to reply but Adelaide jumped him quite unexpectedly. With a raised eyebrow, Elliot made his way to the dining room dragging permattached Adelaide behind him – and rather easily at that. Regular exercise habits do that for you.

The dining room was [i]small[/i] if compared to a full-blown mansion but still it was home to a table for ten seats, a long sideboard with drawer knobs of shiny bronze and two beautiful, tall glass displays for tea sets and other cute things. The whole set was made of some dark wood and exquisitely enameled in a transparent red hue. The table was set for all the seats. An embroidered white table cloth with snowflakes and lace was laid on the table and on it, ten sets of red dishes with golden edges, silver cutlery finely wrapped in napkins matching the tablecloth flanking the main plate. The water goblets were transparent golden glass and the wine goblets were red crystal. Flowers adorned the table and the chandelier high above it was lit. Its golden lights danced, multiplied by the numerous crystals in it.

Elliot found the whole thing rather cozy and he would have commented on it if he were not busy trying to pry Adelaide’s fingers off him. Her hands were small with thin fingers that had a surprisingly strong iron grip and kept on sliding through his fingers in some strange way.

“Adelaide, were you not going to find us seats at the table…?”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2009 at 6:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly stepped in to the dining room, fully expecting to see a company of richly dressed guests wearing ballgowns and tuxedos. The table setting was luxurious, looking right out of the pages of a stylish dining magazine. Holly decided her favorite part was the red and gold of the glass, and the sparkling of the chandelier above.

Adelaide held on to Elliot for as long as she could get away with before she finally released him to stand behind a chair. “This one is yours. It’s right next to mine here.” She grinned, before rounding the table to the other side. “And this one is Holly’s chair across from you, and this chair is Mommy’s.”

Adelaide was sure the seating arrangement was perfect. She would have full access to cling to Elliot, and Holly couldn’t kick her from under the table!

Holly was thinking just that, as she eyed the teenager. She was out of kicking reach, but she wasn’t above throwing food at her if she had to. Her aim was impeccable, and there would be no need to worry about stains on Mrs. Adelaide’s beautiful table linens.

Taking a seat, Holly took one of the napkins and neatly folded it in her lap.
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Azul Morag – Oct 22, 2009 at 1:48 PM

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Elliot wondered if he should fear for his life, after seeing the look in Adelaide’s and Holly’s eyes. He swept a look over the table again and wondered if they were the only guests. Elliot took his seat and casted Adelaide a warning look before sitting down.

“Are we the only guests tonight?”

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Divinatas – Oct 29, 2009 at 7:46 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Yep! Unless mom decided to invite someone over, but it’s Christmas and she almost never does unless it’s family or someone drops in for a visit.” Adelaide dug in to her pocket until she pulled out a little pearl pink cellphone. She pressed a few buttons on it before she leaned on Elliot’s shoulder and held up the phone in front of them. There was a CLICK as she snapped a picture, and then was pressing away buttons like a professional, apparently to email the picture to all her friends.

Holly smirked from her seat. Adelaide was treating the man like some sort of rock star. Honestly, there was brother worship and then there was just being plain weird.
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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2009 at 5:15 AM

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Elliot was almost taken by surprise by the photo snapping but by when Adelaide pressed the shutter button he had reacted and ended sending her friends one of Elliot’s scariest glares. He quirked an eyebrow as Adelaide busied herself with the cellphone and wondered if it was time to escape.

“Whatever happened to may I and please?” He dryly asked.

Mrs. Graham appeared with a round of appetizers. She evaluated them all with a motherly glance to make sure they were all whole and unharmed.

“I have given the night off to the service,” she said with a smile. “There might be another guest, but he didn’t confirm attendance. Adelaide, come and help me with the soup.”

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2009 at 5:32 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide only griiiiined at Elliot before she was hopping up out of her chair to follow her mother in to the kitchen.

Holly rest her elbows on the table and her chin in her hand, smirking across the table at Elliot while she clacked her heels together. “In about fifteen minutes your glaring face is probably going to be the cellphone background to every teenage girl in town. How do you feel about that Mr. Graham Parker?”[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2009 at 6:06 AM

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Elliot blinked.

“You are exaggerating,” he said with a frown and looking [i]only slightly[/i] disturbed. “How many friends could she have that would do that anyway?”

The appetizers included mixed nuts and some interesting shredded tiny Mexican salad with sauce, and tortilla chips to eat it. Elliot served two of the tiny bowls his stepmother had brought along with the appetizers and handed one over to Holly.

“I would ask you if you were like this, but thankfully we didn’t have camera cellphones back then.”

In the kitchen, Mrs. Graham-Smith had readied a large porcelain soup bowl and let Adelaide fill it. The bowl had matching lid and a long porcelain serving spoon. Mrs. Graham-Smith suddenly rose her head as if she had heard something…

“Please dear, get the door; I’ll take the soup to the table.”

Outside the door sat a white cat waiting patiently for the door to open. It was a pretty creature with long, brushed shiny coat like an Angora but without the flat profile so many people like in purebreds nowadays. It was well poised and proud, waiting there. It had a curious feature yet not so uncommon in white cats: one of its eyes was blue and the other one was orange!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 12:48 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“A girl like Adelaide? A lot of friends.” Holly accepted the bowl to sit in front of her and nibbled on one of the chips with a smirk. “I wasn’t as bad as her when I was a teenager, but pictures of good looking guys did manage to find their way on my walls.” In fact it was good he hadn’t seen her room. …That picture of Gerard Butler was almost new!

Meanwhile Adelaide was skipping to answer the door, curious as to who her mother would invite on their family-only-except-holly Christmas Dinner. When she opened it up, she didn’t see anyone there.

“Weird.” Then she looked down. And squealed! “OMIGAWDWHATACUTIE!!” Adelaide scooped up the kitty, white as snow and carried him in to the house draped over her shoulder. She was proudly parading in to the dining room with him.

“Mooom! I found a kitty! Can I keep him? He’s sooooooo gorgeous! He was just sitting there waiting all polite and stuff just for me!”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 1:51 AM

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Elliot smirked.

“So, I am…” He couldn’t finish his statement as Adelaide passed by with a cat she had probably kidnapped somewhere drapped on her shoulder and on her way to the kitchen. He blinked.

“What if it’s someone’s cat and you are stealing a child’s Christmas?” He asked Adelaide. Mrs. Graham-Smith was just coming from the kitchen with the soup and she casted her daughter and the cat a somewhat startled stare. The cat simply looked back at her with its bright mismatched eyes and waved its fluffy tail slowly.

“Oh dear.” She brought the soup bowl to the table to at least have her hands free!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:17 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide looked completely unperturbed. “He’s not anyone else’s cat or he’d have a collar. BESIDES the doorbell rang and he was on the door, which means he’s for me!” Adelaide then turned her gave at her mother, and have her best pout. “He [i]is[/i] for me, mommy, isn’t he? He’s oh so cute and soft and fuzzy!”

Holly wasn’t sure what was more interesting. Adelaide acting like a complete dork, or the fact her mother was looking… well… a little disturbed at seeing her daughter hold the cat that way. Normally she’d just assume the older woman wasn’t fond of cats but… Holly got the impression that wasn’t the case. With her luck the cat was probably another cursed individual looking for a little help!
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:36 AM

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Mrs. Graham-Smith [i]still[/i] looked somewhat disturbed but she frowned slightly and waved a hand at her child.

“Move away from the table, you will get… cat hairs on the dishes.”

The cat managed to tuck its paws under its chest at Adelaide’s shoulder and prickled her while at it. Elliot looked skeptic.

“The cat looks unhappy,” Elliot observed. “Maybe it will shed on your shirt in revenge. I still think it belongs to someone; it’s doesn’t have that homeless look of cat poverty, if you know what I mean.”

The cat flicked an ear and narrowed its eyes a little. It’s chest vibrated a little. Mrs. Graham-Smith sighed.

“Adelaide dear, give me the cat. You cannot keep him.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 2:57 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide pouted. She really didn’t want to give the kitty up, even gave him a few good pettings despite the prickly claws before the look on her mother’s face said [i]now[/i]. With great reluctance, she carefully pulled the kitty off her shoulder and handed it to the woman.

Holly raised and eyebrow and glanced at Elliot. “Cat poverty…?” She knew what he meant, but the way he said it was amusing. As if cats had their own tiers of financial status!
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:16 AM

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“But of course. There are poor cats too, after all.” Elliot said with a near perfectly straight face!

The cat waved its tail calmly as Adelaide handed it over to her mother. Elliot rose from his chair.

“Let me put it outisde for you, Mrs. Adelaide,”Elliot offered. “You are busy enough.”

“Oh that’s alright Elliot,” Mrs. Graham-Smith said but Elliot was already taking charge of the cat. The cat clung to his sweater to make sure it wouldn’t swung around and waved its tail menacingly. Elliot frowned. “See? The cat wants to leave already. I’ll put it outside where it belongs.” He left the dining room for the front door.

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:39 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I don’t think that’s…” Holly started, but it was too late. He was taking the cat out. She leaned back in her chair, picking up a glass of water to sip and looking just [i]slightly[/i] exasperated.

“That cat is coming right back in the house, isn’t he?” she stated, not really meaning to ask a question.

Adelaide was pouting again, plopping down in to her chair. “It’s going to be all cold out there in the snow. Alone. Without me to keep him warm.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:45 AM

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A minute later, Elliot was back in his chair after taking a small detour to wash his hands. Mrs, Graham-Smith had moved back to the kitchen looking a little disturbed.

“It surely belongs to somebody and all it has to do is go home,” Elliot said, noting Holly and Adelaide’s faces. “What else could happen?”

The doorbell rang again!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 3:52 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Well, he could ring the doorbell again, for one.” Holly cracked a wicked grin at the joke. “[i]I’ll[/i] answer it.” she said quickly before, Adelaide, who looked pleased as pie, could jump up and run off to the door herself. She’d probably run off to kidnap that poor cat again.

Resting her napkin on the table, she moved from her chair and exited the dining room. Upon reaching the door, she opened it up fully expecting to see a bouncing cat trying to get back in.
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:05 AM

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A tall man stood at the door, indeed waiting to be let in. He was wearing a long, black overcoat and a black, wool hunter cap on his soft and white, very white hair. It was short and straight, with long bangs framing his handsome, chiseled face. His eyes were unusually bright and surprisingly enough, one was blue and the other was orange.

He placed his very stylish boot on the threshold as if he expected them to close the door on him.

“Good evening!” He said with a small smile. His voice was grave and melodious, like that of a professional singer. “I am here to see Mrs. Adelaide Graham-Smith. She invited me, I assure you. My name is Amadeus Ritter.”

At the dinner table, Elliot simply waited and ate another tortilla chip. Mrs. Adelaide came out of the kitchen just on time to hear the front door open.

“Oh dear.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:36 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Well! Nice to meet you, Amadeus. I’m Holly.” This guy was a bonified good looking. Sounded like a rock star and looked like one too. If he were one of the men on her favorite band posters, she might have jumped on him like some wacky fangirl and started screaming with glee.

Which meant he was in [i]so[/i] much trouble when he came inside.

Holly grinned even wider. “She’s expecting you. Come in.” She stepped aside, allowing him to enter before closing the door. Taking far more amusement in it than she could, she led the guest to the dining room where everyone was waiting.

“Announcing Mister Amadeus Ritter.” she near started laughing.

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 4:57 AM

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Standing next to Holly, Amadeus smiled a little as he looked at each of them one by one and the corner of his lip quirked slightly as if recalling some sort of private joke.

“Good evening,” Amadeus greeted. “I see I am a little late; if I had better means I would have been here earlier.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled a little uncertainly as Elliot rose to shake the hand of the newcommer.

“I was not sure you would have the time to join us,” Mrs. Graham-Smith said. “You are very welcome. This is Elliot Graham-Parker, his friend Holly Roberts and my daughter, Adelaide. You surely remember her.”

“Indeed I do,” Amadeus said. He shook the hand Elliot offered him. “I am glad to see everyone is whole and healthy.”

“That’s a Swedish greeting,” Mrs. Graham-Smith quickly said.

“I am so foreign to this land, I never get used to it.” Amadeus produced a bottle of wine in an embroidered sheath of coarse wool. “Mead for the hostess.”

“Thank you. Please have a seat.” Mrs. Graham-Smith had already poured water in the water gobblet the remaining prepared seat and she quickly was gone to the kitchen with her gift!

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 5:10 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“We were just talking about cats and poverty.” said Holly, moving to her chair. That’s when she realized that Mrs. Adelaide’s guest had very unusual eyes! She had blinked in surprise, about to take a double look when-

“No, no, no! That’s MY seat!” exclaimed Adelaide loudly before Holly could sit. She was up and out of her chair like a rocket, zooming around the edge of the table. She grasped Holly by the arms and all but dragged her to the other side, where she plopped her down in the seat next to Elliot. Adelaide didn’t forget to switch their water glasses or provide her with her snack plate.

Practically bouncing, she hopped over to what was Holly’s seat to sit next to Amadeus. “Hello! Mommy said you remembered me, but I don’t recall ever meeting [i]you[/i] before. Are you a family friend? You know… I don’t have a boyfriend…”

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 5:38 AM

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“It looks like I have been dethroned” Elliot muttered with a faint smile only loud enough for Holly to hear. On the other side of the table, Amadeus had taken refuge behind his water gobblet.

“Cats and poverty. That is such a sad…” Amadeus couldn’t finish before Adelaide whirled around the table and somehow he found himself in his own seat. “Hello there. Yes, I do remember you. Why, I handed over the bride after all, at your mother’s wedding.”

“Did you?” Elliot blinked in surprise. “I don’t quite… remember you.”

“Sometimes I am entirely forgettable,” Amadeus said with a smile. “In any case, I was not the one supposed to stand out.” Amadeus watched switched his gaze and thoughtfully watched Holly. “Sometimes the most startling things look like everyday objects to most people. It’s only natural.”

“I could say I don’t have a girlfriend,” Amadeus said, “but that doesn’t seem safe. No, in any case she is not friendly to me. Nevermind, please forget it.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:14 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

At his friend Holly was sure this was the cat. Unless he was like a werecat, that meant he probably wasn’t cursed. …speaking of cursed though, he she was surrounded by all the best stories in the world for The Chronicle and she couldn’t in good conscience write a single word about them. Oh, the painful irony! Still, she leaned to the side, casting a grin at the dethroned Elliot.

Adelaide put on her full flirting look, which including batting her eyelashes and lots and lots of big bright smiles. “I would be friendly to you. Did you know sixteen is a legal adult?”

“What sort of lady is your non-girlfriend, Amadeus? She must be something interesting if you mentioned her regardless.” Holly interjected Adelaide’s weird commentary with a curious question.

“Elliiiiioot.” Adelaide whined through clenched teeth, trying to subtly point at Holly and signal him to do something about her. Anything! Kill her! Get riiiid of Holly![/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:31 AM

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Elliot replied to Adelaide with that [i]harmless[/i] smile of his, making clear that he wasn’t going to stick his hand in the fire for her. After all, his stepmother had a fire poker complete with an active chimney in the living room.

Amadeus smiled at Adelaide.

“Is it? I had no idea. I am too old for you, though!” He blinked at Holly. “Non-girlfriend? Why hadn’t I thought about that myself!” He grinned like a man that’s found a silver dollar in the sofa. “That is exactly what she is! She is hm…” Amadeus pondered. “She is… her work. She defines herself by it. She’s a sort of marriage counselor, but more like a matchmaker. She’s like a cross between an ultrafeminist and a extreme-left politician. Also, she is moody and unsociable, and she thinks it’s my fault. I’ve never done anything to her, really.”

Elliot blinked.

“How can an ultrafeminist be a matchmaker?”

“I have no idea, but she figured it out somehow. Personally, I don’t try to understand it. It can get painful, thinking about it.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:40 AM

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Adelaide was pouting again! Not only was Elliot being totally non-helpful, but the super hot guy said he was too old for her. SO not true. For the moment, she was crossing her eyes and looking like the sad poor cute girl that needed a hug.

Holly was trying to wrap her brains around the non-girlfriend’s description. She sounded sort of like a lunatic, but consider how some men could totally be dense… Holly snagged one of the crackers from the appetizer tray.

“Probably jealous. Or crazy. Crazy jealous? If I was your non-girlfriend I might be a little jealous too. You probably get a lot of attention from crazy women.” Holly gave another wicked grin.[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 6:53 AM

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Amadeus was a little taken aback at Holly’s assessment.

“Maybe crazy is more like it,” he said with a perplexed blink of his mismatching eyes. “I [i]suppose[/i] it could be said I get attention from women. She says I do it on purpose, which is not true. I am simply friendly and civil! But she gets mad and then I am the one with a black eye.” Amadeus rested his chin on his hand. “She sometimes organizes matchmaking parties. The most boring thing in the world – it’s like work interviews with flower arrangements on the table.”

Amadeus smiled at Adelaide.

“You wouldn’t need to go to a matchmaking party, yes?” He said. “You just go out and meet people!”

Elliot raised his eyebrows.

“A lot of people she has already met, and she does have a boyfriend,” Elliot dryly said just to be pesky.

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 7:05 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Having the man’s attention again, Adelaide was nodding quickly. “Yes, I-” and then Elliot had to go and blabber about her boyfriend. “I DON’T have a boyfriend. Not really… He’s like a non-boyfriend like Holly said!”

“Is this the non-boyfriend you were going to give Elliot’s clothes to?” asked Holly.

Adelaide quickly shushed.

Holly shrugged her shoulders as she picked up her water glass. “You can’t help being gorgeous and nice to women. But I suppose if you didn’t like the crazy-lady you wouldn’t keep seeing her again to get those black eyes.” A friendly grin before she took a drink of her water. But she paused for a moment giving it some thought.

“Who actually goes to match making parties, anyway? Isn’t it hard enough to score a date without having tons of people walking around checking you out like a roasted turkey? There’s a place called Katrinka’s that my Aunt Nancy keeps trying to talk me in to going.”[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 7:21 AM

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Elliot wondered if he would end with a black eye sometime. It did seem possible! He eyed Holly, kind of looking that he was thinking! Amadeus frowned a little.

“You wouldn’t believe it. Some people form CLUBS for that sort of thing. I mean, what is the meaning in paying membership for a matchmaking club? That kind of defeats the purpose.” His eyebrow raised at the name of the stablishment Holly mentioned. “She likes that sort of names, maybe it’s her again…”

Mrs. Graham-Smith came from the kitchen with a bread basket; she then proceeded to serve the soup.

“What is the topic at hand?” She asked.

“Matchmaking clubs,” Elliot said. “And black eyes. They seem to go hand in hand.”

“Oh dear.”

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Divinatas – Nov 19, 2009 at 8:17 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I could go to Katrinka’s and give it a look. Could probably pretend it was for work or something. ‘Insane Matchmakers and the People they Help’.” Holly turned to glance at Elliot, who was eying her pretty weirdly. If he thought she’d be giving him some black eyes… Holly narrowed her own glance at him.

Adelaide chimed in again. “I think matchmaking is silly, I mean, I’m smart enough to know the perfect guy when I see him!” To make her point she smiled super pretty at Amadeus, even leaned real close as she bat her eyes. “If you saw the perfect girl you’d know her when you did, riiiight?”
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Azul Morag – Nov 19, 2009 at 12:27 PM

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Elliot gave Holly a [i]harmless[/i] smile that was short from a wicked grin.

“Undercover reporting?” He asked. “What if the people there are completely earthly albeit a bit lonely?”

Amadeus smiled.

“Who am I to say which girls are perfect in every sense?” He cryptically said before sipping his water. Mrs. Graham-Smith cast her daughter a motherly glance for her to behave!

“Adelaide, come and help me with the rest of the dishes.”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 3:03 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

There was that [i]harmless[/i] smile again. Holly matched it with a half smirk. “I’m quickly finding out that nothing in this town seems to be normal.” Which incidentally, made her job at the Chronicle that much more fun. …and maybe a little dangerous. She was going to lead towards fun though.

“But mooo-ooom.” complained Adelaide, who grumbled in defeat when her mother gave her the look again. She slooowly got up from her chair and followed the older woman out, much like a criminal about to be executed.

“Now that the pain in the ass is distracted,” Holly said once Adelaide was out of the room, “What [i]is[/i] good for you, Amadeus? In a woman. Maybe if you don’t want crazy females chasing you, you should give more definitive answers.” She did turn to steal a glance at Elliot too, giving that smirk again. “You could answer too, Man Who Works Much.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 3:37 AM

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Amadeus leaned against the back of his chair with his arms crossed. He seemed both reluctant and pleased with the challenge!

“Good for me in a woman? That utterly depends on the Era and the conflicts at hand. What is good in a woman, for me? She would have to be reasonably independent and capable of fending by herself most of the time. Self-esteem never hurts. A woman able to converse and has an open mind but yet, a set of morals or at least, ethics. Flipflops have never been attractive. She mustn’t try to kill me, that is an important point. I like women that are articulate and express themselves fluently – women that don’t expect me to guess them out. At the same time, I don’t like the obnoxiously vocal type that traumatize you with information you don’t really need – Ah! Most importantly, I don’t like fights with or without weapons, I have enough of that elsewhere.”

Elliot raised his eyebrows with a slight smirk at the question, then wondered what was Ritter’s line of work. Maybe a stunt double? Or maybe he was a hitman. One never knows… but he seemed more of an artist type than a hitman.

“So now I work too much? And what kind of question is that?” Elliot shrugged his elegant shoulders. “In physical terms I don’t think I have a preference, yet I admit I admire a woman that looks after herself. I suppose,” Elliot arched an eyebrow, “I like a woman with character. People around me and in the places where I have to live in general, are not the best human beings in several aspects, yet yes there are many decent people I know. Staff mainly, tend to be overly proud and snotty. People are judgmental and constantly measuring up against one another. I like women that can deal with that with their own flair. A woman with a sense of humor that can laugh at herself; like Amadeus mentioned, a set of morals never hurt… I prefer someone I can respect. I like to think I am honest. I expect honesty, too. Maybe I can be judgmental myself, but aren’t we all.”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 4:38 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly was having much the same thoughts about Mr. Ritter’s reply as Elliot. Era? What does this guy do for living? He HAD to be in the movies business! Hollywood women were violent and psycho.

But she shifted in her chair to listen to Elliot’s reply, finding herself much more interested in what his answer might be. She rest her arm over the back of her chair, and twitched her foot after crossing her legs.

“Sounds like a pretty generic answer to me. Even he-” she pointed a thumb at Amadeus, “said he doesn’t like fighting with or without weapons, which is at least a little bit interesting.” She cast the man across the a weird glance, suggesting she’d love to ask more about that later!

“Everyone says they want someone with ethics, independence, and humor. And they’ll date a dozen people like that. So what about the little things that really make the difference and stand out? My father always said he loved my mother because no matter where she was in the house she’d just [i]know[/i] when he was about to drink out of the milk gallon. He’d do it just to see if she’d catch him.”
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:09 AM

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Amadeus snickered. “Women are much more natural at foretelling actions than men.”

Elliot bit his lip to prevent a lopsided smile. “I am sorry; I am a lawyer. I can’t help generic speech sometimes, you know.” He smiled nonetheless. “Honestly, I don’t know. It’s very difficult to tell even for me, what would make me love someone. I just mentioned the most… basic things for me. Would it be someone that complements me? Or someone that does everything I do? I really don’t know. I haven’t had any great romance story of my own as to say, this is what I want; and well, I can’t exactly tell what were my parents like for each other. I only have what my father would tell me. Yes, I liked his stories but I don’t know. My mother was passionate and liberal on many aspects but very conservative on others. She left Italy with my father – and I mean she left it, I have no idea who were her relatives or where did they all go. She was an opera singer, as I have mentioned. She still had her career and she was a strong woman, but she died. My father married again yes, but decades later; I can only imagine what he felt like inside. I am not sure I would want something so intense…” Elliot made a pause. “But in some way yes, I would like that. I cannot have that if I cannot trust a woman I love. So yes, those are the basic things for me: Someone strong-willed because really, this sort of life is not for the faint-hearted; most women I have met think I am an ATM and want me to be there for them but flee when I need support. Someone with a set of morals because money is a great adversary and I need someone that won’t turn against me just to get more money. Someone with humor because I am not someone easy to live with, or so it seems. So what else?” Elliot shrugged. “Those traits are hard enough to find together.”

“I like sports, maybe she could join me but it’s not mandatory. I like detective novels and documentaries about nature. I can watch horror movies but the fast-forward button becomes very useful. I like race cars and motorcycles. I like to cook. Maybe someone who would enjoy these things with me. Someone that is not constantly criticizing me or calling me a hellish overlord that buys human souls for cheap, just because of my line of work has a bad reputation nowadays.”

Amadeus nodded.

“Yes, that is good, too!”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:26 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

His answer was long winded, but it made sense, for him and his life. She liked it. But fast forwarding… Holly grinned, not the [i]harmless[/i] one, but an amused grin. “I’m kind of disappointed. Not only do you skip through horror movies, but you don’t deal in souls? What sort of evil villain is that? I think Aunt Nancy might be scarier.”

She turned in her chair to grin at the dinner guest. “What if you told your non-girlfriend something like that? Do you think she’d chill out, or is she the run away and cry type? …Or based on some earlier comments, starting swinging weapons at you..?” Antiques dealer maybe?[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:36 AM

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Elliot quirked an eyebrow.

“I have more hidden traits, but I’m not spoiling things for you,” he said with a fake offended air.

Amadeus’s eyes widened slightly at Holly’s suggestion.

“Do you think I have not tried? She says I am trying to distract her from the truth, and then she says she’s not interested in me… but I still get a black eye nonetheless. Figuratively speaking. She cursed me once – and she meant it!” He looked very much offended. “I hadn’t done anything to her. She runs away alright, but not before trying to deafen me. She tripped me the other day on the street, and when a woman and her little daughter stopped to help me she accused me of flirting with women of all ages.” He threw his hands up in mild despair. “She is just insane!”

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Divinatas – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:44 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Spoiling things for her! That sounded like a challenge. Holly cast Elliot a sly smirk.

“She does sound crazy. Don’t talk to her then! Don’t see her, don’t run in to her. Poof, out of your life. Of course, unless you [i]like[/i] her. Then maybe you’d have to do something crazy yourself. I think crazy people only recognize crazy gestures.”

“Elliot knows all about ending up in the hands of a maniac.” She said, with an air of complete innocence.
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Azul Morag – Nov 20, 2009 at 5:59 AM

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“That’s easy for you to say,” Amadeus said, tragically. “I don’t know if I like her – I suppose in some crazy way I do. However people may like a Komodo dragon at the zoo and at the same time they don’t want to take it home with them. In any case she doesn’t like [i]me[/i], it’s more like a mania of hers against me or perhaps the flu.”

Amadeus quirked an eyebrow.

“Some things seem to be bad luck, but be the contrary in the end. Won’t you two agree?” He cryptically said. Adelaide and her mother came back with trays of food, then again with a large roasted turkey!

“Wonderful!” Amadeus said. “It must have been huge!”

“That looks delicious, Mrs. Adelaide,” observed Elliot. Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled.

“Thank you!”

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Divinatas – Nov 22, 2009 at 5:33 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Bad luck turned good fortune, huh? Holly cast a wry grin at Amadeus. Boy, he could say that again. …! Weird, was it good luck after all? Madam Adelaide had returned with the dinner spread, which really did look divine!

With the dishes out, now Adelaide was free to plop in to her chair and make more flirty looks at Amadeus, and not being at all bashful about it. “Mommy makes the best food, and I know all of her recipes.”

“Yes, what was that new one you learned, Christmas Rug Surprise?” Holly asked, blinking innocently when Adelaide choked on her water and dropped her spoon on her plate. “She’s so modest. I’m not, though.” She grinned. “Elliot and I made some cookies before coming over.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 8, 2010 at 5:15 PM

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Amadeus smiled into his glass, half to conceal his expression; however his mismatching eyes gave him away. Like a cat, indeed!

“I do like cookies. Christmas Rug Surprise, what an intriguing name! What kind of dish is it?”

Elliot -almost- interfered to save Adelaide, but he quickly changed his mind. He simply watched as intently as a lawyer can watch while looking dangerously casual. Mrs. Graham-Smith broke the small, awkward silence:

“Let her explain later. Elliot, you should say the blessing; Wilhelm used to say it for us.”

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Divinatas – Feb 9, 2010 at 10:37 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide was still coughing on her water, much to Holly’s pleasure. Resulting in Holly casting a wide devious grin in Amadeus’ direction. She liked him. He was very fun indeed. Alas, Mrs. Adelaide came to the rescue with the suggestion of a dinner blessing. So Holly respectfully adjusted the napkin in her lap, and tilted her her to blink curiously at Elliot. He hadn’t spent a holiday with his family in ages. Far longer than she had seen hers. A practiced lawyer could give a little speech, couldn’t he?
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Azul Morag – Feb 9, 2010 at 11:32 AM

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Elliot blinked slowly.

“It’s been a very long time,” he admitted. “I can only hope I remember.”

Amadeus was smiling slightly and watching. There was something strange about him; something that made him look strangely old and battered like an old but strong alley cat, dignified but ever so slightly… guilty? It was the strangest thing and lasted less than a second. Mrs. Graham was watching Elliot with a wistful smile. Despite the father had been as blond as the son was dark, the two strongly resembled each other; not only the facial features or the body, but something else about Elliot brought about the same air of his long gone father. Elliot bent his forehead, closed his eyes and joining his hands, pressed them against his lips for an instant. He remembered the joy of gone years and more closely, how much he loved his father. He remembered and thoughtfully repeated those words he had heard countless times from his father’s lips; only repeated them for saying them himself would have put a knot in his throat.

“Thank you Lord for the fellowship around this table, for the good friends, for the hearts of love that manifested themselves through hands that prepared this wonderful feast. Bless us as we eat and bless us as we fellowship. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

“Amen,” Mrs. Graham-Smith and her daughter said. Elliot smiled, looking touched and… kind of fatherly! Amadeus replied also or not, but he nodded and smiled.

“May I propose a toast,” he said, lifting his cup of mead the hostess had poured a minute earlier for everyone. “May the Heavenly Providence smile over all of you and especially bless the excellent hands of our hostess. May this table always be a place for peace and rest for humans, cats and old birds who do Heaven’s work. So be it.”

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 9:42 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly too muttered a soft [i]Amen[/i], her mouth twisting up in a less sarcastic smile. The Cranky Rug could speak really well when he wanted to. Despite having avoided his family for so many years, Holly suspected she just saw that desire to connect with people on his face. If only briefly. It made her miss her own family…

The mysterious Amadeus offered up a toast and Holly was more than happy to have a distraction from her thoughts! His toast was both elegant and eccentric. …and hinted at things that may very well have been truth and not just quirky wordplay.

“And a rescue for rugs. We can’t forget Christmas Rugs.” Holly chimed in, taking a drink from her glass of wine with a wide smile.
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:03 PM

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Elliot smirked into his goblet.*

“Indeed, we should not forget that” He said.*Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled motherly… after giving her child a warning glance! Elliot gave Amadeus a curious glance.
“Cats and old birds…?”
“Yes”, Amadeus said with a mischievous smile. “I suppose, why not… Christmas Rugs, too?”
Elliot got slightly red.
“One Christmas Rug alone does not make Christmas”, he pointed out. “It would need help!”
He smirked at Holly and sipped from his goblet again.*

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:23 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I guess it doesn’t make Christmas by itself.. but it sure can steal it.” Holly responded with a mischievous expression.

Adelaide looked a little uncomfortable with the conversation and with her mother’s glare. So she did what she did best, and changed the entire focus on her GOOD deeds.

“New Years is going to be in a few days, maybe we can all go to a party!” she chimed in.

“We’ve barely had Christmas Dinner and you’re talking about an [i]adult[/i] party holiday. Tisk tisk. I am pretty certain, anyway, that Elliot probably has a crazy office party to attend to now that he’s… back from vacation.” she was grinning again. Her office always had a big New Years party, so she could only imagine the sort of party a fancy oil tycoon lawyer would have at his giant glass skyscraper.

“oh my god, Elliot can I be the date to your party, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” Adelaide squealed. It seemed her teenage crush on Amadeus was already over and she was back to adoring her step-brother instead.
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 10:43 PM

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“What? No; of course not!” Elliot arched an eyebrow. “Office New Year’s parties are not a place for… young girls. My father wouldn’t have allowed it” He remarked, almost defensively. “I wasn’t to one at Syrius till I was out if College!”

Amadeus blinked with an exaggerated look of amazement.

“That sounds really good; I wonder if -I- could go! I enjoy parties. I could bring a group and sing, too!”

Mrs. Graham blinked at her white-haired guest.
“Would you be allo… [i]Would you do that?[/i]

Amadeus looked very dignified.

“Well, why not?”

Elliot frowned.

“Definitely, not a place for teenagers.”

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:00 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Aww… I would have loved to hear Mr. Amadeus sing! You’re going to be there, you can keep an eye on me and I promise not to steal champagne.” Adelaide whined. Her voice even amping up an octave which was the start of a temper tantrum.

Holly was ready to throw a dinner plate at her. But instead took another long drink of wine. “Elliot already promised he was going to take me to the party, Adelaide. And he can only have one female guest. It’ll make up for trying to smother me with a rug.” A swift and clever way to shield Elliot from the teenage witch. Not that Holly was interested in a New Years party at all. She had really bad luck at parties. Although… if the stranger -was- going to sing there, Holly wanted to see that for sure. Mrs. Graham seemed to think it was interesting.

“Unless you -want- to take your sister? I wouldn’t get in the way of family bonding!”
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Azul Morag – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:20 PM

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Elliot flashed one of his [i]harmless[/i] smiles.

“I could not break such a promise… Even if you pulled the rug first” He added with a fierce smile. “Adelaide will surely understand that! Wouldn’t you?” he asked his stepsister.

He briefly stared at Amadeus and Mrs. Graham. Was he a singer, maybe a gun for hire that sings songs on the side…? She seemed a bit unsettled…

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2012 at 11:45 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Ugh… whatever…” Adelaide looked completely crushed. However, that just meant she was back to beaming her smile at Amadeus and scooting her chair closer to his. “So… If you go, you would need a date too, right?” She asked carefully.

Holly was there to save Elliot, not protect Amadeus, so she just grinned and let the girl have at it. Holly tilted closer to Elliot, whispering softly. “You really don’t have to take me if you don’t want to. But I do think Mrs. Graham’s friend is definitely worth getting to know better.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 3, 2012 at 5:43 PM

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Elliot slowly tilted a little closer to Holly, still looking at Amadeus and spoke in a hushed voice.

“Don’t you think he is peculiar? I guess I could get his group a space at the party, but… Isn’t it odd he has eyes like that cat from earlier? Mrs. Adelaide seems to look up to him. What if we all end as a full living room set? Quite living at that!”

Elliot smiled slightly. “If you can attend, I don’t have the slightest reason not to escort you to the party. At least if I end up as furniture again, you’d find me.”

Amadeus did notice the exchange, but he was too busy with Adelaide to pay attention!

“Sadly, I must say no. I do not think your mother would approve… or my non-girlfriend, either. She is dangerous like a large and fluffy pink beast!”

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Divinatas – Feb 3, 2012 at 8:48 PM

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“He usual, for sure. But I might just be over sensitive to the bizarre after a really strange week.” she confessed. Holly hoped she didn’t start finding cursed people as furniture all over the place and seeing odd things every day. …then again didn’t she start her job with that faint hope that some of the things reported in the Chronicle were actually real?

All over again, Adelaide was looking disappointed. She was getting turned down everywhere and it was so unfair! “I read in mother’s books that you can pray to the angel of love when you need help with your romances. Not that I think you should bother with a non-girlfriend -any- way.” She huffed.

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Azul Morag – Feb 3, 2012 at 10:46 PM

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Amadeus’s eyes slightly dilated in a mix of horror and shock at Adelaide’s words.

“Angel of love? That would be such trouble in the making”, he said. Quickly pulling back his composure, he quirked an eyebrow and smirked, this time at the hostess. “Such controversial reading materials you have!”

Mrs. Graham-Smith’s ears reddened a bit, yet not a muscle in her face twitched.

“Harmless reading. It’s not like such creatures walk the Earth and drink to your health nowadays”.

Amadeus smiled at mother and daughter.

“Of course not! We are near perfectly safe”.

Elliot decided it was best to just eat and watch. He quirked an eyebrow and took a sip of mead.

“Bizarre is too mild a description”, he muttered so that Holly could hear him. Then he said to the others, “I wasn’t aware angels had a profession.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 12:02 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“They can’t just stand around watching us all the time, right? That would like… be super creepy!” responded Adelaide. She still thought invoking the angel of love was a really good idea. She DID want a good date for the dance, and she wasn’t so sure about her boyfriend. Now she was eying Amadeus as a potential date.

“The Chronicle has written some interesting story pieces about angels.” Holly mentioned. “There was an amusing one about meddling in the affairs of human being something that’s highly under debate.” She cast another grin. “Nothing like those TV shows where it’s all about good deeds and saving souls.”

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 1:42 PM

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Amadeus blinked his mismatching eyes one after the other with the suffering air of someone being wronged over some matter from a long gone past.

“Angels? Who wants to hear about angels these days? Angels of all sorts are highly overrated. Vampires and werevolves are more like it, for young girls nowadays… The more glittery, the better.” He was smirking. “Those do meddle, don’t they? You are more likely to find one of those turned into a policeman rather than angels in robes standing in some dark nook in a public square with hands folded on their chest and rolling their eyes up at the skies.”

He proceeded to demonstrate, folding his long, pale hands and rolling his eyes up rather impiously. Mrs. Graham-Smith cast him a reproaching glance.

“You are rolling your eyes up now.” She said. “Which is not very nice. Young girls have their dreams, and some do come true. Why shouldn’t they try?”

Amadeus narrowed a glance at her.

“How about trying on their own? In any case, I mean no harm.” He smiled at Adelaide. “Believe me, there is nothing like getting things done by yourself.”

Elliot coughed meaningfully.

“Don’t tell her that,” he adviced dryly. Amadeus shrugged his shoulders.

“I am a do-it-yourselfer. I know nothing more.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 3:35 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly nearly choked on a bite of her dinner. If she spent any more time snickering this evening, she probably wouldn’t live through it. “I think I agree with Mister Amadeus. What’s better than taking care of your own business? Cursing those that plague you, or in some cases [i]un[/i]cursing. Of course, I don’t condone kidnapping people, Adelaide, it’s not attractive in a girl.”

Holly smirked as Adelaide bristled again. Almost as if the teenager was actually thinking of kidnapping. “Gooood. You guys act like I am the next generation of evil! It’s sooooo unfair.” She whined in Amadeus’ direction. Adelaide nearly grabbed on to his arm for the full effect of pitiful clinging, but her mother was shooting her another one of those looks again.

“ANYWAAAYs, I’m ready for dessert! Can we take it to the living room by the tree so we can open presents?”
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:13 PM

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Amadeus was grinning, apparently quite amused at the thought of someone trying to kidnap him. Mrs. Graham-Parker raised her eyebrows.

“That is a nice idea, dear; as soon as we finish dinner. Your brother is still eating.”

Elliot did not appreciate being used as an excuse to say dinner was not over, and he deliberately slowed down his eating. Amadeus ate as daintily as a cat and his dinnerplate was somehow miraculously empty, except for a pile of bones at its very center, like dry wood for a bonfire. He watched Elliot and Holly in amusement.

“I agree. I would not appreciate being kidnapped, or cursed. It’s very annoying.”

“You could say that again”, Elliot growled. He finished eating as slowly as he could manage!

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:22 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide stared at her step-brother and his excruciatingly slow eating. She squirmed in her seat. Huffed. And almost reached across the table to ‘help’ him eat, if Holly hadn’t threatened her with a table knife.

Holly, of course didn’t -threaten- her. She simply tilted the knife back and forth in a subtle chiding. Holly herself was also finished eating. But seemed to have no problem lingering with a glass of mead while Elliot tormented his sister. Leaning to the side to whisper to Elliot again, she hid her grin under a serious expression.

“You realize, should she get too frustrated she will likely try to curse the cookies we brought. I’m not too keen on spending the next week as a Gingerbread girl and ending my year as someone’s midnight snack.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 4:41 PM

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Elliot snickered but managed not to choke on a mouthful of dinner. He drank some mead. It was strangely sweet for something vikings would drink. He had guessed it would be bitter and tequila-esque strong.

“You’d be one of those cookies with a chunk of salt inside for self-defense”, he observed in a hushed tone with a smile. He smirked as he announced, “What a wonderful dinner, Mrs. Adelaide. It was delicious.”

Mrs. Adelaide smiled.*

“Thanks Elliot, how nice of you. Adelaide, help me bring dessert to the living room”.

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:06 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide practically lept out of her seat. Bouncing off to the kitchen to procure all the desserts, even beating her mother in there. She bounced away humming a merry Christmas tune about reindeer.

Holly drank the last contents in her glass. Enjoying that nice warm feeling that rushed through her veins. She thought she might’ve had to drink a lot more just to be able to get through Christmas evening. But… spending time with Elliot’s family wasn’t so bad. Maybe because it was so different from the traditional way her family used to spend it. There were less reminders to make her mood dark.

Before she started thinking too deeply down that road, Holly rose from her seat. Tapping her fingers on Elliot’s shoulders as she passed him. “To the living room, then. We can spread you out on the floor and pile presents on top of you.” she smirked wickedly.
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:36 PM

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Elliot smirked.

“I refuse to cooperate.” He said, leaving the table to follow her. Amadeus ran his fingers through his hair and followed them with a grin. He inspected the tree and mildly shook the tiny bells on it, batting at them with his fingers. Noticing, Elliot quirked an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth to speak, but thought about it and started over.

“I see you are an old friend of Mrs. Adelaide’s. How did you get acquainted?”

Amadeus smiled a little.

“She helped me out of a family quarrel”, he said. “She was a very talented young woman; a true artist. Had I been younger, I would have turned her into a musician… but she was not attracted to crowds and power. So we are simple friends.”

Holly was enjoying the evening, there was no hiding it. Elliot opened the jewel box again and gave her a chocolate as Amadeus spoke. Mrs. Adelaide as a rockstar? There was some food for thought!

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 5:44 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

It was all too easy for Holly to imagine Mrs. Graham as a rockstar. Maybe it was just something about the way the woman walked or spoke to people. Holly always figured the most prim and proper of people were usually the ones that could really get wild and have a great presence when they wanted to make it known.

Accepting the chocolate as a bribe to not bury Elliot in presents she popped the piece in her mouth, followed by sanguine smile. Mister Amadeus was a natural presence. If Holly were younger, she might have been as bad as Adelaide and clung to the man’s every word. She really [i]was[/i] interested in hearing him sing.

And Elliot… Elliot was definitely not a rockstar. Holly more imagined him riding carpets in the Arabian desert, swinging a cutlass like a pirate and giving harmless smiles before he hijacked your treasures and went sneaking off in to the night.

Now she couldn’t quit grinning!
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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 6:02 PM

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Elliot wondered if that meant Mrs. Adelaide used to get into fights with cat people singing on rooftops. He was still pondering on that when he saw Holly was grinning from ear to ear and looked at him just like she did when he tried on the villain coat the first time, at the shop. Elliot gave her a lawyerly warning look! He wouldn’t go without a fight, if she planned on shaking the poker at him!

He was still smirking at the thought as he replied to Amadeus, “So you are a professional musician. Are you a singer?”

“I used to be. Now I am mainly a composer. I write songs for a selected few.” He almost preened like a cat. “I still sing sometimes, I enjoy singing for friends or in private parties.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 6:29 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly wasn’t scared of his lawyer look at all. And the fact he was giving it had her grinning all the wider. She did make sure to escape to a safe spot over near the fireplace. It was only by coincidence she was near the pokers.

“That sounds like a fun career.” she mentioned, clasping her hands behind her back and strolling to the opposite end of the fireplace before Elliot got any ideas of her going on a swinging rampage. “I think I’d enjoy hearing you sing or play some music, but I’ll ask another time when Adelaide isn’t here to maul you.”

Speaking of Adelaide, she came prancing in to the room with a tray of cookies, cakes, and other sweets all neatly arranged. Leaning over a coffee table she set them down. Then she was pointing at Holly like she had just spotted something amazingly wicked.

“Miiistletooooe!” she squealed. “Now somebody has to kiss you, or you’ll be cursed to a life of being an old maid!”

“…are you threatening me with a curse, Adelaide?” Holly asked, crossing her arms over her chest and rethinking walking away from the fire poker. She might need it after all.

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:29 PM

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Elliot was eyeing the pokers when Adelaide bounced in and threatened them with mistletoe curses -or at least that is what he thought.

“You have some sort of matchmaking obsession”, he observed. Holly looked right about going back and grabbing a fire poker! “Holly breaks curses of all sorts.”

Amadeus blinked.

“She does? Doesn’t that deserve a kiss?”

Elliot blinked at the sudden remark. “I think it’s the other way around,” he observed. Mrs. Graham-Smith came in with a dish bearing the cookies Holly and Elliot brought to the party. She placed down the tray and simply moved out of the way!

Elliot felt both pressured and kind of ridiculous for fearing for his life. Even lawyers get a day of reckoning, he guessed. He walked up to Holly and took her hand.

“Only if you’d allow me the slightest kiss, Adelaide will be turned into a piece of decor, herself?”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:39 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Having grown up with a sibling, Adelaide’s prodding hadn’t bothered her in the least. (Though she was never going to trust the girl again when she mentioned a curse.) So she was trying hard not to smirk when Elliot seemed so stiff and perturbed by the entire idea. She even plotted on teasing him a bit and seeing how much more ruffled he’d be. It’d serve him well for some of the trouble he caused her all week.

But she really didn’t expect him to take her hand and make such a formal show about it. Those thoughts about him being a wicked Arabian thief were coming to mind again.

“Elliot, to turn Adelaide to chair I’d give up a thousand kisses.” she responded, trying to make light of the entire thing and hoping she wasn’t turning red or anything else equally as stupid. She was a grown woman, and it was no big deal. Really.

Adelaide sliiiid up next to Amadeus. “Can I have a kiss?” She bat her eyes at him with her sweetest look.

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 7:53 PM

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Elliot found himself smiling, and he hoped he wasn’t looking like an idiot for it. He gently slid his arm around Holly’s waist and leaned forward, giving her a gentle kiss. It… lasted a tad longer than he had planned!

Elliot felt a rush of warmth. That mead sure was stronger than it seemed to be! Because it had to be the mead, right?

On his side of the room, Amadeus smiled mysteriously.

“No dear lady; you can’t. I respect and appreciate your mother very much, and you are her dear child.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 8:12 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly expected a simple, brisk, completely ordinary everyday kiss. Not a caress of lips tasting faintly of mead and a tinglie rush of dizziness that made her knees nearly give way, and causing her to tilt a little too far forward in to his embrace. Holly hadn’t even realized she held her breath. Only breathing for the first time when she finally pulled away from Elliot.

There went her idea of not turning red, because she could feel the heat in her cheeks. Now she was just hoping no one heard her heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

“Only… nine hundred and ninety nine to go for a plush chaise?” she murmured softly.

Adelaide wasn’t paying attention to the chaos she had cause. Now pouty at Amadeus with that dark and sulky look again. “Mother ruins everything!”

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Azul Morag – Feb 4, 2012 at 8:29 PM

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She did say something, but he didn’t quite hear it and it would have been painfully embarrasing to ask. Elliot had tightened his hold on her as she leaned closer into his arms and whatever she had just said, he prayed it wasn’t along the lines of I’ll sue you, or worse, let go of me. She had moved away though – and she was blushing! He found that bewitching. Elliot smiled a little awkwardly and blinked, looking a bit lost. His ears were red.

“… Did you say something…?” He muttered.

“On the contrary,” Amadeus gravely said. “Didn’t she get you to this world for us to meet you?”

He left it at that and plucked a cookie from the tray.

“So much sweetness. I almost miss my own family.”

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2012 at 9:04 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Nine hundred and ninety nine.” she repeated. …then cleared her throat! Maybe Adelaide did go casting some crazy curse, cause Holly definitely felt enchanted. She reached out a hand to straighten his shirt, despite the fact her really didn’t need it. Holly lift a hand to point over towards the coffee table. “There’s cookies.”

Adelaide wasn’t sure if she had just been insulted or not. But she decided to take it as a compliment instead. “You’re right! I guess she is pretty awesome after all!” She plopped down on the sofa, taking up a cookie to chew on.

“These are pretty good. Holly made them herself?”

A spell breaker! “Yes and Elliot helped by looming in the kitchen and supervising like it was a business meeting.”
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Azul Morag – Feb 5, 2012 at 6:04 PM

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Nine hundred and ninety nine what? Elliot blinked and the need to grasp whatever she meant forced him to focus… However, he could only blink again and look at the cookies on the table.

“Hm… Cookies.” The sound of his own voice grounded him back into reality. “Yes, Holly made them… They passed quality control with flying colors. Obtaining the test subjects was extremely difficult, I must say!”

He moved over to the small table and reached out to grab one of the cookies. His ears were still red.

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Divinatas – Feb 6, 2012 at 1:22 PM

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Holly’s face was still red, but at least with the break of contact everything was returning back to normal. She smoothed her hands over her skirt, not trusting her knees to work proper if she moved. But after a few moments, Holly migrated away from the fireplace and over to the sofa. She sat slowly, with all the grace of Mrs. Graham (and wondering why she was bothering to be so prim) and settled before reaching to snatch up a cookie for herself. At the going rate, Adelaide would scarf them all down before long.

Having one cookie in her mouth and two in her hands, Adelaide didn’t share her mother’s manners at all. She crawled across the floor towards the Christmas Tree, where she sat on her knees moving presents around. “I have a gift for Elliot!”

“It’s not a genie’s lamp or trap box, is it?” Holly asked. Using the cookie in her hand like a shield.

“Noooo.” Adelaide huffed. “It’s a normal gift, jeeze…”
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Azul Morag – Feb 25, 2012 at 7:39 PM

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Elliot found himself watching Holly as he ate his cookie. Well, at least some fortune came out of misfortune, even if such fortune was able with a firepoker. Elliot wondered if her had blushed or if she had flushed with anger. What was he trying to avert himself from? If it had been anger, she would have skewered him. Maybe she would like to go for coffee next morning… or in about an hour?

Adelaide’s exclamation pulled him back to reality. Elliot had to admit he would rather not get any [i]presents[/i] from Adelaide after the unfortunate situation he had to live through the last week… He frowned a little.

“As long as it comes in peace…”

Amadeus grinned as if some pleasant memory had come to mind. He seemed about to share it but had second thoughts and kept it to himself. Mrs. Graham-Parker poured him more drink and smiled.

“Will you stay in Elsewen?”

Amadeus’s smile faded a little.

“That is my intention… yet, I might need to visit England later next year.”

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Divinatas – Feb 26, 2012 at 11:18 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide pushed around several presents under the tree until she found just the one she was looking for. Small and flat, it LOOKED harmless enough, but Holly was sure everyone in the room were eying it like it might contain some sort of bomb.

The teenage girl hopped to her feet and flounced over to Elliot. Offering him the package, neatly wrapped in silver and gold paper, she remained there. Staring, waiting for him to unwrap and open it.

“It’s a picture frame!” Apparently he was taking too long for her liking, so she blurted it out. “My best school picture from last year where I look the prettiest. Now you won’t forget all about me!”

“Probably be nice for target practice. Did you get him a set of darts too?” Holly mentioned, now with a cup of milk in her hand to sip from and use as a shield.

Adelaide didn’t appreciate the comment.
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Azul Morag – Feb 26, 2012 at 10:38 PM

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Elliot just finished unwrapping the gift despite the contents were revealed before he could finish. He stared at the picture. It was a very sugary Adelaide in her school outfit (even he found it ridiculously expensive, for a school uniform) staring from the picture frame with eyes like someone incapable of turning people into rugs then selling them off on eBay.

“I suppose I could borrow some darts from Amadeus… but yes, it’s a nice gift Adelaide. Thank you.”

He was about to say she was hardly forgettable, but he didn’t because it suddenly seemed bad encouragement for her awful behavior. He grinned a lawyerly grin… It was kind of sinister!

“I do have a gift for you, as well.”

He went over to the tree to get it, after entrusting the picture to Holly like he was giving her a pet anaconda to hold: with a kind of ‘watch out’ look! He fished a big package from under the tree and handed it over to Adelaide.

“It’s just what you need.” He said, with that lawyerly smile again!

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Divinatas – Feb 27, 2012 at 1:23 AM

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Holly eyed the picture. That uniform Adelaide was wearing probably cost more than her car! At least Holly could understand the sentiment of the girl giving her older brother a picture. Just… as a Christmas gift? With Elliot’s sinister smiling, Holly couldn’t help but find herself grinning wide. He really did look like a villain every time he smiled like that.

Adelaide was very excited to remember she had a present too! The minute it was in her hands, she plopped on the floor and wrapped paper was sent flying in every direction. The girl looked surprised to see the messenger bag, even pleased! She examined every inch of it, even tipping it upside down to see if anything was hidden inside. She was confused when a paper dropped out.

“What’s this?” she asked, reading the contents.

“A job application!” Holly chimed in. “For The Chronicle. You’re so good at getting in to trouble, what better place to work.”

“WORK?” Adelaide looked completely disgusted by the idea. “Why would I wanna do that?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 16, 2013 at 12:07 AM

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“Work will help you earn some money for your expenses, and it will also help you acquire valuable people skills if you are to survive in organized society,” Elliot said, furrowing his brow. “If Mrs. Adelaide approves, you will be working at the Chronicle by your own means for a while.”

He flashed his lawyerly smile again.

“This will do you good!”

Amadeus blinked. A smile was dancing in his eyes, but rather than commenting, he sipped his drink. Mrs. Adelaide was dubious, but she seemed to be gravely pondering on the possible benefits that hard work could bestow on her daughter!

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:40 AM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“The best part, is that you’ll be working for me as my own personal gopher. I think that makes up for an entire week of a christmas rug trying to kill me.” Holly hadn’t quite gotten over that faint tinge to her cheeks enough to take a look in Elliot’s direction. But that slightly sarcastic tone of voice was back and she was all but cheshire-cat grinning in Adelaide’s startled direction.

Adelaide’s entire range of emotions sprinted across her features in a split second. Annoyance, anger, confusion, disgust… but then she was squinting at Holly. Then at Elliot. Tilting the application in her hands back and forth as if she were weighing a monumentally huge decision and all the possibilities that came with it. Finally, the most mysterious devious smile flittered over her face.

“Okay! Working should be fun, right? And I’ll learn stuff and get to see more of Elliot when he comes to visit Holly at work. Oh! Did you get Hoooollllyyyyy a christmas a present? Besides mistletoe smooching, cause that is totes not a present.” Adelaide’s look was victorious.

And Holly nearly choked on a cookie.
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 8:50 PM

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Elliot furrowed his brow at Adelaide’s remarks. Then he flashed his harmless smile.

“Yes! You will find work may actually be fun. I was thinking… I may visit your new place of work to appraise your progress. I think you both are getting something you need this Christmas. Isn’t that wonderful?”

He sipped his drink.

“Christmas is not over yet. Maybe I have something else up my sleeve, but you don’t need to know that, Adelaide.”

Amadeus coughed to keep himself from laughing. He sipped more mead.

“My older brother is just like him”, Amadeus confided to Mrs. Graham-Smith. She sighed, casting him a slight censoring glance, then gave Adelaide a conciliative smile.

“Adelaide, we owe Holly our merry Christmas. Don’t we? I do have a gift for her.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith walked to the Christmas Tree and removed one of the balls, which turned out to be a spherical box. She gave it to Holly.

“Thank you, Holly.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:00 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly looked a bit as if she had just been handed a bomb. Nor did she make any pretenses at hiding the expression. In fact, thinking about what [i]any[/i] of them had in mind for Christmas presents, Elliot especially, left her with that sinking sense of dread. Like a fish in a shark bowl. Or a journalist amidst sorcerers. It was so much more accurate than she wanted to realize…

“Thank you, uhm…” Holly very gingerly twisted the round box to pull off the top, pausing only when Adelaide crept up and near bounced next to her.

“What is it!” she squeaked.

Holly almost considered letting her open in, in case it was another holiday curse. Frowning at the girl, she resumed opening the box, prepared for anything crazy that might jump out!
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:21 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot found himself a little aprehensive. He just hoped the gift was a regular one, like a necklace or something! As Holly removed the top of the box… The inside of the spherical box was lined in velvet, and there was a makeup mirror; two round mirrors in a lacquered shell on a golden hinge, with a tiny knob to keep it closed. The lacquered shell was decorated with… tiny ravens hovering on blossoming branches, on a full moon. Inside, the top mirror was a normal glass mirror; the bottom one only seemed to be normal. It had a slightly blue tint to it. Mrs. Adelaide smiled reassuringly.

“The bottom mirror will show you beyond people’s masks as much as possible, and signs of danger. Some masks are too strong for it, but only rarely strong… masked beings are around. I think you may find it useful.”

Elliot needed all the lawyerly skill he could muster to remain cool at that! He guessed like Holly said, there’s a certain line of crazy you can’t come back from, once you’ve crossed it!

“… That is not a good thing to have around lawyers now, is it?”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:31 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“On the contrary, it’s likely [i]the[/i] perfect thing to have around lawyers…” If there was any doubt to Mrs. Graham-Smiths strange ties to the mystic and supernatural, the odd little compact she held in her hands now was proof to the contrary. Holly didn’t know if she should make quick apologies and run out the door to flag the first bus she found or… try it out to see if it worked! There was that part of her that was crazy enough to join a paper like the Chronicle that found these sorts of things fascinating.

“Ooooooooh! I want to see! Momma, why don’t I get presents like these?”

Yet, in the back of Holly’s head she was just imagining all the trouble a girl like Adelaide could do with a gift like this. Holly kept the compact tight in hand and gave Adelaide the ornament box it came in. “Maybe when you’re about twenty years older and not a kleptomaniac badwitch?”

“But, uhm, thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. This is a really special gift.” Strange… but undoubtedly special. Holly finally stole a glance at Elliot to see what he thought about his interesting new family.

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 9:49 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled.

“You are welcome, Holly. I think you may find it useful, especially after this last week. Just be careful and discrete when you use it.”

“Basic politeness will suffice”, Amadeus said, a little gloomily. “Masked beings are masked for a reason. Some may not take well being revealed, let alone exposed.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith nodded and turned to her daughter.

“In time you will learn how to handle these things, Adelaide. You must, because you cannot help it. You are my daughter.”

Amadeus didn’t seem to approve of the gift, but he didn’t seem about to censor it, either. He shrugged his shoulders, rather philosophically.

“All of you will”, he said. He drank more mead.

Elliot stared at the compact in Holly’s hands.

“Will you use it on your boss?” He asked. “I hope I would not look like a rug in it.”

He instantly regretted saying that, because the last thing he wanted was to try it out. Amadeus narrowed his mismatched eyes with a feline glint to it.

“How about trying it on yourself?”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:03 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide was now sulking, because instead of something amazing and potentially magical, she was getting a job instead. Not even a date with Mister Amadeus or with Elliot. The teenage girl eventually sunk to the floor at the foot of the couch, plucking up cookies off the tray and chewing on them like they were the last joy she would ever get from life.

Holly glanced back and forth between Elliot and Amadeus. Occasionally even a look at Mrs. Graham Smith. …that is when she broke in to laughter. “I dunno… I have already learned the hard way all about Elliot and Adelaide. As well as the most elegant Mrs. Adelaide.So really, the only person I haven’t discovered secrets from is [i]you[/i] sir. And I have to admit, you’re pretty darn alluring to someone snoopy like me.”

It was Holly giving one of those [i]harmless[/i] smiles now. But she was closing up the compact and kindly not aiming it in anyone or anything’s direction. “Lucky for you, I think I have seen enough for one week. I’ll save it for a moment I really need to know the truth.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:33 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Amadeus laughed!

“I wonder what my non-girlfriend would say about your words”, he said. “I know I am interesting… Yes, maybe I am too interesting. However you may be disappointed!” He laughed again. “I am too old for these things, really.”

Elliot blinked slowly.

“I am just glad things took a turn for the best”, he dryly said. “I don’t feel curious in the slightest at the moment. I guess that mirror is more useful on politicians and salesmen.”

Mrs. Graham-Smith smiled benevolently.

“I only want Holly to be safe in her line of work.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 10:50 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Well that was mysterious and strange. From Mrs. Graham-Smith and not Amadeus. That man was charming and strange, in all of the good fun ways. Holly couldn’t fault him for that. Mrs. Graham-Smith, though, just seemed like she was giving some subtle gypsy warning about untold evil in the future. It was laughable – yet scary seeing the circumstances of her family.

“I’m just a journalist. Not even the go out and catch a good story kind. I work for the Chronicle and all my stories are based on lots of reading, phonecalls and boring stuff. I’m pretty sure I’ll be okay!” Now Holly was having that urge to run out the door and bury herself in bed where it would be safe and sound.

“…besides, I survived Elliot trying to kill me, I’m pretty sure I can take on the world at this point.” Holly cast him a cheeky grin.
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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:09 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot munched on a cookie, looking completely unrepentant.

“You tried to bury me under presents and a tree”, he said. “Besides, you tried to kill me, too! I would’t have survived if I had any bones back then.”

Amadeus cast them a gloomy look.

“Well, that is similar to a non-girlfriend I know”, he said. Mrs. Graham-Smith caressed her daughter’s hair but couldn’t help to smile at their comments.

“Life is full of surprises. I shall get a subscription of the Chronicle. It must be very interesting.”

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Divinatas – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:27 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“It’s a very interesting paper. Probably right up your alley, I think. Elliot might like that sort of news more now. Which, by the way, I did [i]not[/i] try to kill you. Defending myself from a crazy tapestry is perfectly acceptable.” If they were going to bicker over who did more damage, he was going to lose that battle. Lawyer powers or not. He tried to smother her! And nearly knocked her unconscious! And made her look crazy!

Holly’s thoughts vaguely wandered to what her Aunt and Uncle were doing, knowing that she was about on Christmas. Were they waiting for a call from the police about her setting someone on fire again? Or the loony-bin because she had an insane obsession with talking to rugs? She almost cracked another smile.

“In any case I guess it’s getting kind of late, and I doubt spending the night here would have good results for Elliot with Adelaide around.”

“Hey!” Adelaide pouted again and muttered. But now that the idea of Elliot staying over was in her head, she already looked like she was churning ideas.

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Azul Morag – Apr 20, 2013 at 11:52 PM

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Elliot smirked.

“Charming… as the evening has been, yes it is kind of late now. I will drive you home.” Elliot quirked an eyebrow at Adelaide, who was half-pouting… Half-scheming, maybe? The more the reason to leave! He smiled at his… crazy relatives; he wondered if Amadeus was part of the package!

“We’ll leave when you are ready,” he told Holly. “Thank you, Mrs. Adelaide. For everything, really. It’s been a wonderful evening.” The older lady nodded and smiled.

“You are always welcome; both of you”, she said.

Elliot shook Amadeus’s hand. “If you really would like to sing at Sirius’s Christmas Party, I will make the necessary arrangements for you.”

Amadeus smiled. “Sure! I will call you tomorrow, if that’s okay.” Elliot nodded and handed over his business card. Then he turned to Adelaide.

“Well, little sister. I hope to see you soon… working hard at The Chronicle and making your mother even prouder.”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 5:07 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Adelaide wasted no time in leaping off the floor and swinging her arms around Elliot’s neck in what looked like a death grip hug. Holly seemed to slightly motion like she was going to grab the girl and pull her back, but second thought it. It wasn’t even because she thought Adelaide was in attack mode, she was just a little concerned Elliot might have flung the girl across the room and straight in to the fireplace. SHE would have.

Course Holly found out the hard way that what you [i]think[/i] you’d do isn’t the same as what you [i]actually[/i] do, when Adelaide released Elliot to pounce on her instead. Holly stood there like a frozen rabbit for a split second before she reluctantly gave Adelaide a pat on the back.

“Thaaaaaank yoooou for bringing Elliot back! You know, I didn’t REALLY want him to be a rug and stuff and I glad everything is awesome now! I can’t wait to start working and investigating and seeing Elliot all the times, it’s going to be toooootes cool! So you’ll come back here sometimes too right?” Adelaide chattered on until Holly disentangled herself from her.

“I might yes. With a bodyguard. Hmm… Thank you for welcoming me, Mrs. Adelaide. It was a pleasure to meet you Amadeus. I think I’d enjoy hearing you sing sometime.” She gave the man a wink before she tilted her head towards the door to show she was ready to go. Already making the steps for the hall to fetch her coat and scarf.
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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:19 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot raised his eyebrows at Adelaide but he was more amused than anything else; besides, he noticed the glint of a tear in the older lady’s eyes and he did not want to spoil the moment for them. He was surprised by the curious tightness in throat, almost as if he was moved, too. Was he not? Elliot smiled and said nothing as Adelaide detached herself from him only to attach herself to Holly. He smirked at Holly’s reaction.

“Thank you Holly; please come back to visit sometime! You will be very welcome.” Mrs. Graham-Smith said.

Amadeus beamed at being winked at.

“Hopefully you’ll hear my music sooner than later,” Amadeus said. He caught up with Holly at the doorway to the hall and quickly added on a low voice. “Holly. If you see two old black birds, crows or ravens if you like, lingering around together, don’t use your mirror on them.”

He smiled mischivously and returned to the cookies. Elliot didn’t quite hear what the man said, except something about the mirror. Strange things already? He made a mental note to ask once they were in the car!

Mrs. Graham-Smith gave Amadeus a kind of motherly stare, only to get one of his unrepentant smiles. She turned to Elliot.

“Good night, Elliot. Please drive safely, and visit again soon!”

Elliot blinked but immediately flashed one of his lawyerly smiles.

“Yes, of course Mrs. Adelaide. Goodnight!” He moved to the vestibule after Holly, where their things were left in an elegant hanger to be picked up on the way out.

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:33 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Well. There went the questions of Amadeus too was mixed up in mystical funny business. Though she couldn’t figure out WHY she’d even point her mirror are ravens or crows.

…until now. Now the seed of temptation was planted in her head and Holly was all too curious about what she might see.

At the door she picked up her scarf to wrap around her neck and pulled her coat up on her shoulders. Watching Elliot, though she was a bit lost in her own thoughts about magic mirrors and ravens to really be looking [i]at[/i] him. She shook herself out of it once she realized he was about ready himself, then it was a matter of stepping outside in to the cold winter snow.

Holly waited until he followed and the Graham-Smith door was closed. In fact, she waited a few more spaces further from the house in case the Mrs also turned out to be able to hear through thick walls too.

“Well, that was an interesting family dinner… Not what I was expecting. How about you, then?” she asked, actually genuinely interested in what he thought about his family. They were a strange bunch to get used to.[/so][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 9:57 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot blinked slowly in wonderment.

“I… really do not know,” he said, slowly. “I was fully exposed to the peculiar characteristics of the family only [i]after[/i] I was… Not myself.” He cast a wary glance around, yet the night was white and deep, and it didn’t seem like there were another soul around… It had seemed to him like someone was watching them!

“I am wondering if my father knew, which I believe would be hard for him not to know – but why didn’t he tell me? Or did he in some subtle way, and I didn’t realize? I suppose,” Elliot tapped his chin over his fiery orange red scarf, “that I will need to visit more often and learn more about this. Also, could this be… not limited to my own family? You said your boss’s boss is known to be…”

He raised his eyes. They had reached the small car, under the sketchy shade of a leafeless tree in the moonlight. There were two birds, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder not too high above their heads. The birds were probably crows, looking right back at them. One of them stared, then looked away. The other one clicked its beak and fluffed up more, to keep heat, and watched them. Elliot eyed his car.

“It’s best not to startle birds sitting over your car,” he muttered. “Let’s talk as I drive.”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:20 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly was sure all the blood had run out of her face when she saw the birds. And why! Why be surprised! She had spent a week with a cursed rug-lawyer, had dinner with a couple of witches and vaguely flirted with a man who seemed to be peculiar himself. Suddenly the weight of everything just felt so… draining! Holly was more than happy to pack herself away in to his car and didn’t say another word until her seatbelt clicked, his car door was closed and the engine was started.

“I’ve worked for the Chronicle long enough to know it’s not just your family. I mean, I never really encountered any of this stuff before myself… but the supernatural history of this island goes all the way back to it’s founding. And you know if it’s here, it’s everywhere else in the world too.” she responded, leaning back in her seat to get comfortable for the long ride. Holly glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“But you [i]are[/i] going to see them again? Check in on Adelaide while she is working for me…?” It was purely out of curiosity and not just because Holly thought it might be nice to see him again after tonight.

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:41 PM

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“Of course I will! I promised I will keep in touch with them,” Elliot said. “And yes, I do plan on checking up on Adelaide and making sure she does not try something not so funny on you… As I am sure I mentioned before: Contrary to popular belief, it’s very difficult to get rid of me.”

The moonlight made the night white and black, with hardly any grey hues at all. The road shimmered as they sped down the road into the forest where they saw deer before. Elliot had got the impression that something had startled her, but since she didn’t say anything, should he pry?

“I am kind of limited by my work and the price on my head,” he said with a smirk, “as you already know, there are my bodyguards and Alfred, but I won’t make it subtle that I want to see you again, if you agree. I want to get to know you better. We already know quite a lot about each other, but is it ever enough, anyway…?” Elliot tried hard… But no, he had to ask!

“What did Amadeus tell you? You were pale a minute ago…”

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Divinatas – Apr 21, 2013 at 10:53 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly smirked after he commented he was hard to get rid of. That might have been the understatement of the year. She tried pretty damned hard to and now she was wanting the exact opposite. Yet his avoidance at being ‘subtle’ had her both wanting to flush and to out right laugh. It was what she wanted to hear, so why did it make her so nervous?

Asking about Amadeus, though, left her giving a sheepish shrug of her shoulders and a slight grimace. “He said not to point my mirror at any ravens or crows, especially two sitting together. Of course seeing the birds was coincidence, those things are all over the place, but you know… a night like tonight and Mrs. Adelaide’s warnings… I guess I am a little jumpy.”

Holly turned in her seat, eying him while he was too busy driving to look her way. “I don’t want to talk about it, thought. That sort of stuff is work for me, they are your family. I don’t want to inadvertently snoop around on your families business. I did promise I wouldn’t. …so tell me about your company Christmas party! What do a bunch of boring lawyers do during a holiday party?”

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Azul Morag – Apr 21, 2013 at 11:51 PM

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Elliot stared at the road ahead, listening to Holly. Most importantly, she didn’t refuse the idea of seeing him again, and get to know each other even better. That was good! Elliot was a strong-willed man and as such, he highly valued clear standpoints. Elliot was aware that the circumstances around them were very strange, but he was very appreciative of Holly’s courageous and noble character. Were she any different, he would still be a rug – that was a matter of fact. They could get closer… And who knows? Maybe the future was bright and filled with… stranger things. So… Strange supernatural beings had been loitering around his car? Why did that seem so oddly amusing?

“Well, at least they didn’t charge me for watching over the car during our dinner. Okay! Let’s forget about those birds. It sounds like a supernatural witness protection program… or something similar.”

He snickered.

“What is to be said about the company’s Christmas Party? It’s a huge thing. Employees plan for it all year long; I am not directly involved in the planning, though. That is left for the Department of Public Affairs. Last year we had the Cirque du Soleil, and a Christmas masquerade – it was the most absurd thing. We also had a rock band that played well into the morning and ended up crashing a wedding when they got back to their hotel. Both the band and I got sued.” He shook his head. “Anyway, it’s a great stress-reliever for the people at Sirius. It’s good fun, but it’s no place for children, let alone teenage witches. Important business partners are invited, too… but I make a point to keep the party as a party, not an excuse for business. I need rest, too!”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 12:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

She was casting a look of disbelief. That narrowed-eyed stare suggesting she was so sure she believed him. Still, there was a quirk at the corner of her mouth and the entire thought amused her.

“Sounds over the top. Pretty unbelievable, especially for Mr Elliot Graham-Parker who seems to live out of his office and never has the time to spend in his wonderfully clean apartment with the big shiny tub.” Though, maybe she [i]could[/i] imagine him at a masquerade, all dressed in black with a Phantom of the Opera mask and skulking around like a dark and wicked villain. A sort of mischievous grin danced over her face for a moment before she returned to the conversation.

“And expensive. Office parties at the Chronicle are pretty much a bunch of people in their work clothes standing around in the office with beer and cupcakes from the local shop. And pinatas. For some reason there is always a pinata no matter what the occasion is. Maybe the big bosses have more interesting parties.” Pinatas filled with dollar bills? That’d be amusing.
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 1:18 PM

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Elliot laughed! “What? I do spend time home… Hm. I admit it seemed pointless sometimes, to go back to an empty house. It was already empty when I got it. At the time, it seemed only natural to get my own place. I had friends over… But then my father died! His death… hit me very hard.”

Elliot nibbled on his lip for an instant. He coughed once and dissimulately, then spoke again.

“I wish our Christmas party were more like yours, but people await this one so eagerly, it’s become a sort of unspoken right. Last year’s was a good party; it was the first one I attended since… my father died. The masquerade was fun. I still don’t know what was Alfred’s custome – and I am sure she did it on purpose. Some art students came by and set up people’s costumes and makeup with the things they brought over, and it was a success. We sponsor a scholarship for them now.”

He smirked. “I hear piñatas have great therapeutic properties… With prizes inside, they got to be awesome.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 1:53 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I had my own apartment before. Granted, it was a bazillion times smaller and didn’t even have a separate bedroom, but it was mind and I liked it. Though, I admit I do like knowing there’s going to be someone around when I get off work. Eating dinner alone kinda sucked.” That was trailing in to areas she didn’t want to get in to. Tonight had been rather nice, the last thing she wanted to do was freak out right at the tail end.

Shifting slightly in her seat to flick her hair out of her face and lean against the door, Holly stifled a yawn. “Your corporate party sounds surprisingly fun. I can imagine Alfred spending the evening incognito and having some sort of lascivious one night affair.”

Holly turned to give him a wicked grin. “Pinatas [i]are[/i] pretty great. And I can swing one hella mean stick. No pinata has ever stood a chance.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 2:09 PM

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Elliot gasped and couldn’t refrain a loud cackle of laughter! He instinctively lowered speed to keep control of the car.

“Alfred! A one night affair! I wonder if the guy would survive long enough to see the next day!” Elliot laughed, pretty wickedly. “I suppose she’d be kind enough to drop him at the hospital!”

Switching gear, he accelerated to previous speed again. He was grinning. “Would you come with me to Syrius Christmas Party? You’ll see by yourself what it is like! I don’t think we’ll have piñatas, but I just need to find out what have they plotted out exactly, and I do believe Amadeus will be there, too. Who knows what his band may be like. He said he’ll call me tomorrow.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 2:40 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“You know, dangerous woman could also be romantic if given the setting and opportunity!” Holly was grinning and chuckling herself. She doubted his Alfred was as dangerous as he described, but then again… wouldn’t you need to be when your boss was kind of wicked?

“Your escort to a very Syrius Celebration… ” She tilted her head, pretending to think it over. Though she didn’t have any interest in seeing what a bunch of rich lawyers and business people spent their evenings talking about over wine and sparkling jewels, Holly [i]did[/i] want to see what Elliot was like when he wasn’t a vicious attack rug or surrounded by peculiar family.

“I suppose I’d like to see what sort of musician Amadeus is. I have the feeling he likes to be surprising. Not so sure I have anything appropriate to wear, though… You’re going to out dress me.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 3:35 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

The end of the forest came into view, as they took a long curve down the road. Trees bent their branches over it like a curious, round gate in the moonlight. Elliot smiled mischievously.
“Setting and opportunity… I wonder what that would be. Maybe a bank robbery, or an armed kidnapping? Something extreme?”

“Thank you for sort of saying yes.” He cast her a critical glance for a fraction of a second. “I think you’ll like the party… Whatever it turns out to be. I’ll get the details, day and hour for you. I will pick you up. As for Amadeus, we’ll see what sort of tricks he may have up his sleeves. I only hope they are electronic!”

He hesitated, because he did think of offering a credit card for party shopping, but he figured he’d get clobbered senseless just for suggesting something like that! Elliot nibbled on his lip. “I will find out if there’s some sort of party dress code this year. You see, people there are under all sorts of stress as it’s usual nowadays, and that is why the party tends to be quirky and eccentric. It’s a sort of escape from reality. My father told me it was my mother’s idea, and it just took hold.”

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 3:56 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

She was snickering. Flickering her fingers through the edges of her hair over her shoulder and watching the trees fly by as they reached closer to town. He was bossy about driving, but then she didn’t mind this so much. Getting to steal a look when she wanted to without having to pay attention to the road. It helped that his car was so much nicer and not a deathtrap on wheels!

“Are you worried I might not dress up to standard, Elliot?” she teased. If he chewed on his lip any further, he’d be eating it. And it was giving her terrible ideas on top of it. “I’ll find something appropriate. If anything, my aunt will probably be thrilled to help. Taking me on two Christmas outings in a week, she probably thinks you are my guardian angel.”

She tilted her head and eyed him with that [i]harmless[/i] smirk. “I still think you look more like the villain…”
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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 4:26 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

“Ha! I’m anything but an angel,” Elliot replied. “You’d have to make a conscious and intense effort to look less than pretty, so don’t give me that. Now, if you want to dress like a diva… That’s something different. Tall hair and two storied shoes.”

He was disgressing and he knew it, but she started it!

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Divinatas – Apr 22, 2013 at 5:45 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

There was a compliment mixed up in there somewhere, and she hadn’t failed to notice it. Which left Holly faintly brushing and suddenly finding the outside view of her window very fascinating. She laughed, though. Shrugging her shoulders with ease, and fussing with the seatbelt over her shoulder.

“I could pull off the diva look, I bet. Head to toe in gold sequins and enough hairspray to fry a turkey in. Not so sure I can walk in heels so high, though. I hope you’ll be happy with the six inch platform heels?” Holly was trying to imagine herself all diva-styled up. It was probably one of the more ridiculous images in her head. Worse than her prom dress, and that was a dress that needed to be forgotten.

“Well, at least we are of the consensus that you are not an angel. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal for lawyers anyway.”

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Azul Morag – Apr 22, 2013 at 6:16 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot snickered. “Yes, at least we agree on that. Everyone knows all the ancient assasin guilds evolved into law firms. Especially, all commerce lawyers are direct descendants from the Knights Templar. Gold sequins and hairspray… It doesn’t sound bad! As long as I don’t have to go disco, it should be alright.”

He smiled at her. The forest was now behind them and they entered the city. Traffic, neon lights and desperate shoppers! Elliot maneuvered to skirt the madness and reach the suburbs where Holly’s family had their home. Maybe she would like to go for coffee now? Maybe it was too late already?

“I lost track of time,” he said. “I would like to have some coffee with you, but if it’s too late now, maybe we could go tomorrow?”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“Hmm. Tomorrow sounds nice. I’m afraid any place you take me now, I’m just gonna pass out there. And it’ll look pretty weird with a dark scary lawyer carrying some unconscious woman off in his villain car.” she cast him a big wide smirk at the comment. Pretending like she wasn’t thrilled at the idea of going out for a coffee date. Cause that would silly. There was nothing thrilling about coffee.

“Although, I’m surprised you’re not spending a day in lock down to handle all that work you missed while on your adventurous vacation. Even villains need the time off?”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 5:15 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot cast her a sideways smirk, always keeping an eye on the road. “Tomorrow, then. How about around 3:00 p.m.?” He snickered as he pulled the car into the driveway at Holly’s house. “Remember what Alfred said? I am free till January 2nd. Then I must go back to work.”

The neighborhood looked pretty and quiet, with decorations and lights of every color set in most houses. Elliot stopped the car in the driveway and sighed. “Why do I have a sense of impending doom? Let me get the door for you.”

He got out of the car, with a kind of precaution. He walked over to her side and opened the door for Holly.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 5:30 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“So old fashioned.” she mumbled with amusement as he opened up the car door for her. Holly slipped out of the car, maybe with a little bit of exaggerated movie-star styled grace. Pinching his cheek with a wide grin.

“You sound a little spooked, Elliot. I wouldn’t worry [i]too[/i] much about Mrs. Adelaide’s warnings. From the looks of things, I think gravely grave prophecies are part of the lifestyle. Besides, I have a magic mirror now!” She tilted her head towards the house, lifting a hand to point a finger towards it too.

“You may as well walk me to the door?” Why did that feel like an excuse to talk to him for just a few more minutes?
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 6:48 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Well, there was something he was not used to! Elliot blinked at his cheek being pinched and flashed a fierce grin.

“Did you know your aunt called me her good luck charm? Maybe my rug charm lingers,” he muttered. “I don’t know; it’s just… Earlier when we saw the birds, it was like someone was watching us. And now… Well! It must be my imagination.” He snickered. “Maybe tomorrow we can test that mirror of yours, somewhere.”

He took her arm, mischievously.

“Why, yes; I will walk you to the door.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

“I’m not sure if you sound like the concerned knight, or the villain with a nefarious plot, right now!” And with that dark coat on, and the mischievous look, it was villain all the way. “Maybe I’ll use that mirror on you after all, it might just save my life.” she muttered with a smirk of her own. He could be murderous if he wanted to, at least he was as a rug.

Once they stopped at the front door and she turned to him, that smirk faded and she was chewing on her lip. “Elliot… thank you. For today, I mean. It was weird and different, and just [i]nice[/i] getting to spend time with a family for Christmas without everyone staring at me and thinking I’m gonna set fire to something or reminded me to take my pills, or just being overwhelming in general. It was nice…”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:38 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot grinned.

“You don’t need to thank -me-! If you had not gone to Mrs. Adelaide insisting to change me back, I would not have had dinner either!” Elliot held her chin, gently. “Listen, Holly; we both had problems. Now, thanks to you, we can face life differently. It’s almost like a new start in many ways. I decided to take the experience philosophically, but I am aware I may freak out in the morning. I hope I won’t. You… I am glad we met, and we can get to know each other better. As I said before, I do want to see you again and I remind you, I’ll be here tomorrow to go out for coffee. I think we have everything it takes to be honest to each other. I mean, nothing can get weirder than the past days (with usual people, anyway). Could we just… hope for the best? I know a great coffee shop. Also, I do make excellent coffee.”

Slowly, almost tentatively, he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“Don’t thwack me, please.”

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 7:58 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

He was practically rambling, and the more he did, the warmer her face seemed to grow. By the time he leaned to kiss her forehead, Holly was praying she wasn’t as red as a beet. Quite thankfully, his ending statement made her laugh out right. And she suddenly had the weirdest urge to kiss him. Holly tried to subdue that urge and merely grinned instead.

“You sound like you’re asking me out. All date-like and official.” she teased again, ignoring the tiny little voice in her head that was chirping she’d thinking about it since the moment he kissed her under the mistletoe. And now [i]that[/i] was on her mind again!

Holly squeezed her eyes shut, giving a strange sort of embarrassed grin. “I’d love to get to know you better, Elliot. Maybe I am not so optimistic about anything in general, but… you’ve been a nice surprise. A wicked, sorta dangerous surprise, …but them I’m sorta a maniac so I guess it all sort of fits anyway!” Now [i]she[/i] was rambling!
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 8:22 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot bit his lip to prevent a smile as she laughed, but he was not able to hide it. “Technically,” he said, “we will be leaving here tomorrow for coffee, and I asked you for it… So yes, I did ask you out! I am glad you did say yes…”

She was blushing and grinning, and he did want to kiss her again. Then she squeezed her eyes shut. Each and every hunt instinct was triggered, but he knew better than ruining good things by jumping on them.

Or maybe he should know better. Elliot leaned over again… paused… and tapped softly on the crown of her head with a finger.

“I like being unexpected,” he said. He kissed her hand. “Good night,” he said, still holding her hand to his lips.

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Divinatas – Apr 23, 2013 at 8:32 PM

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Oh damn. And unexpected was exactly that. Holly tried to think of the last time someone had kissed her hand – if ever! It had probably been never, because it was such an old fashioned, ridiculously romantic thing that no one did anymore. Ever. Now she felt as if a [i]rug[/i] had been swept out from her, possibly worse than if he had actually leaned to kiss her. It was crazy and she was speechless.

After a long moment of breathless silence, she seemed to shake herself out of the spell, literally shaking her head a bit as she sucked in a quick breath and tried desperately to keep her tone even and normal. “hum… uhm! Right. Very unexpected… Goodnight, Elliot.” It wasn’t until she had the knob of the door turned and was pushing it open with her back did she finally pull her hand away and stepped inside.

“Goodnight.”
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Azul Morag – Apr 23, 2013 at 9:02 PM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

“Goodnight…” The door closed with a click and Elliot had to make a conscious effort not to toss his hat into the air in joy…! Then he noticed she stole it. Smirking to himself, Elliot left the door and got back in his demon car. He paused for a few seconds, watching the closed door.

Was life going to be crazy from now on? It probably was already.

“Goodnight, Holly,” he muttered before leaving the driveway and going home.

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Divinatas – Apr 25, 2013 at 7:23 PM

[b]AND THE NEXT DAY[/b]

[bg=#2C0C0E][so=#305443][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1686[/imga][b][u][i]Holly Roberts[/i][/u][/b]

Holly’s morning was spent chewing on scones and answering ten million questions from Aunt Nancy. Her favorite was to keep repeating [i]Are you sure you didn’t know him before?[/i]. Spending Christmas dinner with a man you just met over a rug seemed to baffle Nancy. It would have baffled Holly too had the man not [i]been[/i] the rug. Though, there were some other things she was completely bedazzled by…

“Holly, sweetie, you’re spilling crumbs everywhere.” said Nancy, who seemed to be far too amused with the preoccupied, starry-eyed look of her niece.

Holly scoffed, quickly sweeping the crumbs off the dark blue blouse she finally managed to settle on to go with her jeans. Casual coffee date attire. Not too fancy, not trying too hard. …maybe it wasn’t trying hard enough. Why was she trying anything?! This was insane! “Thaaaank you, now can you quit looking at me like that? And don’t answer the door when he gets here! You’ve embarrassed me enough already!”
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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2013 at 1:52 AM

[bg=#870000][da=green][da=green][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1838[/imga][b]Elliot Graham-Parker/ The Christmas Rug[/b]

Elliot had not quite realized yet how much time of the day he had devoted to thinking about Holly. If anything, he did notice he didn’t feel the usual urge to go to his office and find out exactly how much chaos had ensued upon his absence… He had been thinking about other things he had never really considered before.

Driving to Holly’s house, he noticed how different the area looked in daytime. Houses had Christmas decorations, that he had already seen… But now in day time, the houses looked oddly quiet. A ball suddenly bounced across the street, and Elliot applied the brakes. ‘There is a child after every bouncing ball’, his father had told him when he was learning how to drive. His father’s voice flowed in his mind spontaneously. Luckily, the street was nearly deserted, sparing him from honking drivers behind him. A boy ran behind the ball and caught it, then was promptly captured by a young and startled father. The man smiled apologetically at Elliot after capturing his kid, then took him away. Elliot barely waved back and continued down the street.

Had his childhood been so lonely, indeed? Perhaps yes, it had been so. Come to think about it, he had very few childhood friends, and he could not recall playing at the park with other children. He did have access to wonderful places, like stadiums, aquariums and museums; beaches, boats… But not places with people. Not until boarding school. He only became truly social in College. The pictures in Holly’s house made him wonder… She did say his childhood sounded very lonely.

Elliot pulled onto Holly’s house driveway and stopped the car before checking his watch. He was just on time. Elliot left the car and adjusted his orange red, wool scarf. It seemed silly, but he really appreciated this gift. He could wear it every day of the month. The air was cold and dry, with specs of snow floating here and there… Before long he was at the door, his hat pulled just over his eyes and trying not to smile like a fool as he rang the doorbell.

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

Shower (Unfinished)

[A Lady arrives home late at night?] -09:18 Dec 28
A Lady: Arriving home late late at night. All the Lady could think of was a hot shower and a glass of wine. She dropped her keys and purse by the door and walked on to the kitchen. -09:19 Dec 28
A Lady: Out from a small fridge came the bottle of red wine. Her favorite Cabernet for these frosted winter nights. She poured the glass and took a sip. A faint smile inching across her lips. She headed for the master bath. -09:24 Dec 28
A Lady: Her shoes came off first. Kicked aside on the rug with abandon. She raised a leg to rest on the side of her bed, reaching up under her skirt to begin sliding off one of her sheer stockings. -09:38 Dec 28
A Lady: One stocking dropped to the floor. The other came next. Her left foot rest on the bed as she pushed the slim slip of fabric down her thigh and over her calf. It too was dropped carelessly to the floor. -09:44 Dec 28
A Lady: Her hands moved to her hair as she plucked out each of the clips that had been holding the messy wave of curls on top of her head. Stepping over her discarded shoes she walked in to the bathroom. She blew a kiss to her reflection, before she ignored it and turned to the buttons on her blouse. -09:53 Dec 28
A Lady: One button after another was undone by swift and nimble fingers. With the last open, she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders to reveal creamy skin and a lace brazier. -10:16 Dec 28
A Lady: Stepping over to the shower, she twisted the knob and test the temperature until it was comfortably hot. The room quickly began to fill with steam. Slipping her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt, she shimmied it down over her hips and kicked it out of the way with her foot. The panties she was wearing didn’t match her bra in color, but were also in a simple satin and lace. Her hands rest on her hips as she took a moment to admire her reflection, and frown at those little bits she always nit picked over. -10:34 Dec 28
[A Mister Is woken by the sound of the shower?] -10:37 Dec 28
A Mister: A man rustled at the other end of the bed, roused by the sounds of the lady coming home late at night. He could hear the sounds of the shower in the other room, and spotted the leggings and blouse at the edge of the bed. After a minute, he drug himself out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and a black T-shirt. -10:42 Dec 28
A Mister: He made his way over to the bathroom door, and cracked it open just in time to see the woman frowning at herself in the mirror. He smiled at her, and walked into the bathroom, walking behind her, and threw his arms around her midsection in a loose embrace, feeling her soft and tender skin beneath his more rugged texture. -10:45 Dec 28
A Lady: With the steam of the bathroom quickly filling the space, her reflection had now been masked. The sudden embrace was followed by her surprised gasp, and then a soft melodic laugh as she leaned backwards against his solid exterior. She didn’t feel the need to say a word. -10:47 Dec 28
A Mister: The man felt no need for words either. After a moment of embrace, he slowly slid his hands around her body, and up her back. He softly slid he finger tips up her spine to her bra clasp, and slowly undid it, letting the garment hit the floor with a soft thud. He could admire her beauty, the foggy backlight adding to the creamy softness of her supple skin, making her look as though she had dropped from heaven itself. He Smiled softly at her as he spun her around slowly, it was her turn. -10:52 Dec 28
A Lady: There was a slight quirk of her eyebrow. That silent question following the briefest quirk of a smile at the corner of her lips. The steam in the air was giving her bare skin the softest sheen. Having her quiet moment interrupted didn’t seem to bother her, as her hands gripped the bottom of his t-shirt. She slowly pushed it upwards, letting her fingers tease his skin and taking her sweet time. -10:55 Dec 28
A Mister: The man chuckled a bit at her reaction, and helped her pull his shirt off at the end, letting it drop to the floor. It was his turn again, and he was going to take his sweet time alright. he placed his hands on her hips, and slowly slid his right hand around to her ass, resting it there for a moment. His left hand slowly started to move it’s way upward, eventually cupping her right breast. He wasn’t groping or anything…not yet anyway. He then slowly leaned in for a single, soft kiss. -11:03 Dec 28
A Lady: A curve of a wicked smile crossed her face when he touched his mouth to hers. She rose on her toes, the new height allowing her to slip one arm around his neck. Nipples brushed up against his chest as she leaned in closer. The sensation drawing them to supple peaks. But she was more distracted with darting her tongue out to tease his lips. -11:08 Dec 28
A Mister: The man smiled at her reaction, aggressive and wanting. He took his left hand from her breast to wrap it around her waist, drawing her closer to him. his right hand slowly found it’s way around the lace trim of her panties, and slid down between her legs, where his middle finger began to sloooowly began to rub against her clit. He began to kiss her a little more, adding his tongue to hers. -11:14 Dec 28
A Lady: Sighing in delight, a faint moan was grumbled against his mouth. She captured his bottom lip between her teeth for a small nip then sucked gently to ease any pain. Her free hand gripped at his shoulder, moving downwards to graze fingernails ever so lightly over his chest. -11:18 Dec 28
A Mister: A feeling of enjoyment came to the man, he could feel himself begin to get hard, and the harder he got, the harder and more vigorously he pressed into her clit, rubbing faster and with more passion. when he was done, he was hard, easily visible as it started to tug at his waistband, revealing a gap at the top. He slid her panties off in one quick motion, and awaited her move. -11:23 Dec 28
A Lady: Between her legs was throbbing and hot with need. She very nearly mewled a sound of complaint when he stopped. The moment her panties were gone, she cast that slow smirk again. Her finger hooking on to the waistband of his boxers, tugging the band lower until his cock bounced free. She let go of the waistband with a snap, casually brushing her fingers against the tip of his head before curling them around the shaft in a gentle squeeze. -11:28 Dec 28
A Mister: His cock began to throb as she brush against his head. He responded by letting his boxers hit the floor. he then took one finger, and gently hooked in just inside her vagina. he began to gently pull, walking backwards slowly towards the shower. He climbed in, and offered her his other hand to help her climb in. -11:34 Dec 28
A Lady: She was gasping between her teeth, moving forward by his unorthodox beckoning. She released his cocking, taking his hand to follow in to the shower. The hot water pouring over her body didn’t seem to match the heat she had growing between her thighs. Her hands reached out, pushing against his chest until his back hit the cold tile. Her body pressing up against his as she tilted her head to nibble at the curve of his neck. Teeth nipping sharply at sensitive flesh. -11:38 Dec 28
A Mister: The man moaned, letting her bite for a few moments while he went back to slowly rubbing her clit. After a minute, he traded positions with her, and dropped down to his knees. he spread her legs apart, and pressed his mouth to her lips. He buried his nose in her clit, while his tongue began to harshly lick the entire length of her lips. -11:43 Dec 28
A Lady: Sucking in a breath at the sudden mix of cold tile and wet tongue, her vocal exclamation seemed to bounce right off the walls. Her head fell back against the shower wall as her hips moved forward against the nuzzling of his nose. She dropped a hand down on to his head, tangling her fingers in to his now wet hair and tugging in time with every moment her body shuddered in reflex. -11:48 Dec 28
A Mister: The man was focused now, he took great pleasure in this kind of thing. He reached over to a shelve without stopping. He grabbed a bottle of lube that they kept for this sort of thing, and cracked it open. He poured a bit into his hand, and replaced the bottle. He ran his hands together, and slowly worked a hand through her legs. He never stopped licking and rubbing as he slowly plunged his middle and index finger deep into her ass. It was rather slow, letting her stretch and get comfortable with it. But, after he was in, he began to thrust in and out, pressing his fingers roughly into the muscular wall that separated his fingers from her vagina. -11:55 Dec 28
A Lady: Her moan was low, frustrated… but so deeply pleased that she didn’t voice a complaint. Even her toes were starting to curl, while her muscles clenched around his fingers. Her hand suddenly released his hair, both arms raising above her head to brace against the low ceiling. -12:00 Dec 28
A Mister: The man smiled as she moaned in frustration. It was only a minute more before he stopped thrusting, and started to stand before getting her off. He was a huge tease like that. He reached over to grab the body wash, and turned the water down so it wasn’t spraying on them anymore. He put a rather large amount of the soap in his hands, and began to slowly rub her down, starting at her chest, and working his way around her body. He rounded her shoulders, along her neck, fondled her breasts, rubbed her back, smoothed her stomach, coated her inner thighs, and rubbed her legs, and even under her feet and between her toes. He then picked her up and laid her down on the cold, hard tile floor, and began to kiss her vigorously, sliding against her now entirely soapy body as he fondled her breasts, pulling at her tits and groping harshly, getting back into the mood. And, since she was so slick, she would find it hard to go anywhere at all. she would be stuck until he helped her up, or turned the water on her. -12:10 Dec 28
A Lady: Being washed after a long day of work was a lavish experience. Once she had no intentions of taking for granted. After all, she loved the feel of his hands rubbing up and down her body. What she was not so fond of was prolonged torture! Her impatience was starting to show as she writhed beneath him on the shower floor. Returning his kiss with a feverish and eager desire. And though she could not escape, she could still play the game. Her leg slid up, slick with soap and rubbed up against that sensitive area between his thighs. Grinding upwards with sinful promise. -12:16 Dec 28
A Mister: The man smiled down at her, an evil little grin, one that let her know that he was going to have his fun. He took his right hand and slid it down her side, and took his middle, index, and ring fingers, and with extreme slowness and suspense, slid them between her lips, feeling as her walls stretched, quivered and conformed to his fingers. It was only after her insides had calmed that he began to dig into her clit with a renewed passion with his thumb. -12:24 Dec 28
A Lady: Gasping at the sudden invasion, her hips bucked against his hand. Trapped there on the floor, she could only listlessly toss her head from side to side. Revealing in that throbbing penetration. Her hands clenched and unclenched at the sides of her head. Running through her own hair before they slid down over her breasts and stomach. One hand locked around his wrist, tempted to pull him away, but released suddenly when her body gave a delicious shiver. -12:32 Dec 28
A Mister: The man was pleased that she didn’t pull him away. And, with that, he slowly began to curl his fingers inside her, pushing deep into her, and rubbing against her clit with his thumb. He lowered his head, and began sucking harshly at her nipple, while fondling her other breast with his free hand. -12:36 Dec 28
A Lady: She couldn’t take it much longer. The heady sensations were building so strong, it was a struggle to keep her sense. She tangled the fingers of one hand in to his hair, gripping tightly and pulling with no remorse. Her free hand slid back between them. Her thumbnail grazing against the v of his groin until her fingers found his shaft again. She squeezed gently and then hard, tugging his cock downwards in a not so subtle suggestion. -12:44 Dec 28
A Mister: he man smiled, but shook his head. He hadn’t had his fun yet. He slowed down some, and stopped the curling of his fingers, just to add some thrusting, and a really slow twisting action, spinning ever so slowly within her. He would end it soon, but only after she couldn’t take it anymore. It always feels the best after you want it so desperately anyway. Not only did he find personal enjoyment out of prolonging her climax, He knew that she would appreciate it at the end. -12:49 Dec 28
A Lady: Her sudden laughter was a low throaty sound mixed with a growl. She loved it, she loved him. But the need for release had her head swimming. Her bottom lip was drawn in to her mouth between her teeth. Bitten down on with each moan she was trying to suppress. The grip on his cock tightened, stroking him with the intent to delight and distract him as badly as he was doing to her. -12:55 Dec 28
A Mister: He moaned softly, his overly hard cock throbbed with the sensations. He took his cock out of her hand, and grabbed the bottle of gel again. he hit the tip of it, and then went to pick up her lower body. he rested her legs on his knees, putting her ass in the air, and then slowly penetrated her ass, driving in slowly, but deeply. The feeling was amazing, her tight walls squeezing tightly around his cock. after just a moment, he began thrusting in and out of her. He took his fingers in her vagina, and angled them downwards, pushing down into her muscles with the same timing as his thrusts. he began to thrust harder, keeping time with his fingers. He wanted to see how far he could bring her, and maybe even get her off twice. -01:04 Dec 28
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Misc RP Logs

Siraza and Ruin (Unfinished)

[Siraza tries chilipowder as a color. And a potion ingredient.] -01:50 Oct 10
pbybe pbybe pbybe -01:53 Oct 10
[Ruin is in his first weapon form and refuses to shift to his second form for his current wielder.] -01:55 Oct 10

“Gah! Come on!” No matter how much the Demigod of Clashing Histories tried, he could not get the katana to do … well, anything! “I know you can hear me! Shift! Shift now, damn you!” -Ruin

Siraza: *And here was Siraza. She looked less like a wizard and more like… someone that needed to be escorted to a home for senile hatters. In her hand was a potion bottle and in her other hand was a hat.* …. I hate to interupt your talking to a rusty sword, but you’ve been stomping all over my begonias for two weeks now and I’m tired of it. Are we going to do battle or not? -01:59 Oct 10

The Demigod blinked and looked up! He had been so focused on getting the weapon to obey he hadn’t taken notice of anything else! (And that, Ruin noted, was going to be his downfall one day.) “Battle?” He snorted. “I don’t battle with mortals. They’re not worth my time.” But if the weapon would obey him, he would certainly give her what she was asking for! “Look, I’m busy, little girl. Run along.” -Ruin

Siraza: *Siraza immediately grinned.* Little girl! Thank you! Is it the red silk? I always thought red silk made me look younger. *She bounced the potion in her hand and the grin faded.* I’m serious. God or not, get the hell off my flowers or I’m going to turn that immortal face of yours in to a flock of duck butts. -02:05 Oct 10

She was serious! The Demigod laughed and got into what he assumed was a battle stance! (If he was the Demigod of War, we would all be in trouble, Ruin thought.) His legs were spread, his arms were out on either side of him. God Weapon disobeying him or not, he could take her! “Heh. Take your best shot. There isn’t nothing a mortal can do that I can’t counter.” -Ruin

Siraza: Uh huh! *Siraza let the potion bounce in her palm once more. Then, with all her strength tossed it at him! …Of course, what she was EXPECTING was the bottle to shatter, potion to splatter, and then his body errupt in to boils and frogs legs. Instead… it EXPLODED!* ooo… too much chili power… *Siraza winced!* -02:11 Oct 10

What the Demigod was expecting was for her potion to fizzle! Instead, he got quite the wakeup call when the explosion blew him across the yard and into the fence where it fell on top of him! The katana fell out of his grasp and sank into the earth, blade first! “OooOOoohhh …” he groaned from under the pile. -Ruin

Siraza: Argh! You otherworldly ass! Now you go and smash my fence too? *Stalking across the yard, she stopped near the rusty weapon sticky out of the ground. A slooow smile spread across her face. As terrible looking as it was, it was still a God’s Weapon. Those were valuable trinkets! Siraza pulled it out of the dirt and shook it at the Demigod.* THIS will pay for things nicely. Now get off my property! -02:17 Oct 10

The rubble moved and the Demigod rose to his feet, arms spread. “You’re going to pay for that, witch!” he growled. He wasn’t worried about her having the God Weapon. He couldn’t get it working for him so there was no way she could do it! He sucked in a breath of air and then blew hard! She was going to blow her and her house down! -Ruin

Siraza: Wiii-zaaard! *She replied in a sing-song voice! Blech! This demi-god needed a good teeth brushing. With hat still in her hand, she spun the sword in her other. Finally pointing it at the god while she cast one of her favorite spells! Whether or not it worked the way it was supposed to would remain to be seen!* Curse of Breath Holding! -02:25 Oct 10
Ruin: *It felt nice to be out of that idiot’s hands. But now the idiot was going to blow everything down and if anyone was going to do the destroying around here, it was going to be Ruin. Hmm … He’d never been wielded by a mortal before, especially not a female mortal wizard. Heh. But before he lent his power to her, he decided he’d see if she was going to stand and fight or flee.* -02:25 Oct 10
Ruin: *Ruin felt like snickering … Stand and fight, it was. Good. He liked that in a wielder. The katana began to glow as she spun the sword and changed shape until it was a trident she pointed at the Demigod and not a sword at all! The wind the Demigod blew whipped around the mortal instead, leaving her unharmed and the house untouched! A pulse of energy broke through the wind tunnel and flattened the Demigod to the ground!* -02:31 Oct 10

The Demigod’s eyes widened! Impossible! But it was too late for him to back off now so he blew as hard as he could for as long as he dared in the hopes his plan would work after all! But as soon as he had to catch his breath–it was just for a heartbeat!–that pulse of energy knocked him flat! He flailed but he couldn’t get off the ground! What the hell?!* -Ruin

Siraza: …Oho..! Aren’t you a tricky little deviant! *Once she had stopped eyeballing the new shiny trident, Siraza was very amused! She rest it’s hilt against her shoulder as she sat her hat neatly on top of her head. Her hand dropped to her hip as she stood there looking impatient and ever so slightly smug.* As i was saying. Get lost. Thanks for the weapon, scurry along now. Heh heh. If you pick yourself off the ground to ooze away. …oooh! Or I could use you as fertilizer! That would make fabulous poppy flowers! -02:36 Oct 10

“You can’t–! This is impossible -Ruin

*This is impossible! Impossible!” The Demigod didn’t want to be turned into fertilizer but with the God Weapon in the mortal’s grasp it was likely going to be a painful process! -Ruin

Siraza: Impossible, unlikely, improbable, inconceivable… Yes, I have heard all of these phrases before. Where did I leave that blasted shovel. Here shovel! Mommy needs you! *Making kissy sounds, she was trying to get the damn thing to show itself.* …hmm. Damn. Oh well, I can you can leave. -02:50 Oct 10
Siraza: *I guess you can! -02:51 Oct 10

The pressure that had kept the Demigod in place was gone! He sat up, glaring. “I’ll get you for this! And I’ll get the weapon back!” And then he got on his hands and knees, scurried to his feet, and disappeared! -Ruin

Siraza: Oh, always having to get the last word. Stupid gods… *Now that he was gone, she adjusted the weapon in her hands.* What an interesting piece of work you are. I do believe I’ll take you in to town with me to buy new seeds. -02:58 Oct 10
Ruin: *Being the God Weapon was a tough job–but he wasn’t complaining! For now, he reverted to his first weapon form. No need to be flashy. The town, hm. Maybe he’d wait a bit longer before stretching out.* -03:04 Oct 10
Siraza: *The walk in to town didn’t take long at all. Her property was right on the edge of it, surrounded by a big fence and creepy trees. She liked being close enough to walk, as keeping animals around to feed was such a huge hassle. The weapon had gone back to it’s boring rusty form, which she didn’t mind. It was easier to carry that way. Of course, once she was IN town, every old man alive seemed to be shuffling along in the street, grunting, mumbling and being an overall drain on society.* ….Pull up your pants and MOVE, old man! *She hissed at the one blocking her way on the side of the street!* -03:07 Oct 10

The old man grunted. “Uunn dunhavtaf listen tu uunn witch ubanbut kids huuuhhngh crazy.” Half the things he said was completely garbled. He shook at fist at her. -Siraza

Siraza: Huuurrrnnggh! *She mimicked his old man tone. Why did all old men have their own weird language? She shouldn’t have wasted that potion on the demigod. …Siraza stepped around the old man. But she didn’t farther than a few steps before suddenly SPLASH! She found herself covered in warm pea soup!* What the…! -03:12 Oct 10

One of the elderly women from the tavern stood there looking smug with a big black pot in her hands. “That’ll teach you witches and your evil pea curses! Away with you! Melt vile creature!” -Siraza

Siraza: *The irony of being covered in pea, so shortly after the stew fiasco… Siraza pulled out that rusty old katana and pointed it at the woman.* I’m going to fillet you and stick you in the next pot, you old hag! -03:14 Oct 10
Ruin: *Perhaps this old hag wasn’t a Demigod in need of punishment … Like he ever cared what was the difference between the two. All he knew was … this was a great time to destroy things. The katana glowed and shifted back to the trident!* -03:19 Oct 10

The old lady wasn’t impressed with the rusty sword. But when it shifted shape, she immediately turned around and started hobbling away screaming about the witch! -Siraza

Siraza: Curse of Limitless Pea! *Siraza aimed that trident and cast another curse! This one aimed at the black pot the hag was carrying. Hopefully the thing would overloard with pea soup and DROWN THE WHOLE TOWN! While she was at it, she aimed the trident at the Hag’s tavern too.* Curse of Bed Fleas! -03:23 Oct 10
Ruin: *He really should explain to the wielder about his specifics. Perhaps after the job at hand. For now, she was tapping into the pea soup in the pot and the bed fleas in the tavern. The pea soup blasted upwards into the sky and then came crashing down as torrential pillars of soup that quickly filled the town and was rising! The fleas had burst out of the tavern windows like locusts and were jumping all over the hapless inhabitants!* -03:40 Oct 10
Siraza: …well! That was… a teeny tiny bit larger than what I was going for… Perhaps I should be a little bit more specific… *Siraza eyed the weapon. Her intended spells weren’t quite filled with so much… OOMPH. The thing must amplify power somehow. Which, was an excellent tool, but certainly means she needs to choose her spells more carefully. …After all pea soup was now flowing down the street in streams, and old people were being sucked dry…* I suppose I have to cast my own anti-curses too, hmm? -03:44 Oct 10
Ruin: *Telepathy was not in his repertoire, extensive though it might be, so he could only let her be the judge. He had to admit he liked the destruction he was causing so far. This was a smaller scale than he was used to working with but he was still enjoying it.* -03:50 Oct 10
Siraza: Hmm… *Decisions, decisions… when an old man dropped next to her all but turning to dust from blood loss, she finally rolled her eyes and waved the trident.* Disperse this Curse! …even though we’d all be happier with less old people in the world. -03:52 Oct 10
Ruin: *A pulse of energy that radiated from around the mortal and travelled outward made all the fleas spontaenously combust, leaving their victims covered in dark blood that the fleas had fed on and bits of flea bodies! SQUISH! he thought.* -03:57 Oct 10
Siraza: One down… yuck… *Siraza very quickly hopped away from the blood covered old people and pointed the tridant down the street, where the old hag had dropped her black pot and it was sitting there spewing pea everywhere.* Dispell Flood! -03:58 Oct 10
Ruin: *Nothing left an impression like countless flea bites on old mortal skin. Another pulse of energy spread around the town which stopped the pea soup from flowing and the pot from spewing any more of the vile concoction, leaving people flea bitten and with pea soup in places they never knew existed until now!* -04:07 Oct 10
Siraza: Better! Yet now everything reeks of pea… that puts a damper on my seed acquiring. That’s a good weapon. Goood job, good weapon. *Siraza gave the trident a nice pat. These things like to be encouraged after all, she learned that the hard way with the shovel.* -04:12 Oct 10
Ruin: *The trident glowed but instead of reverting to a katana, she was patting a hand instead! Ruin slipped his hand away and winked.* My thanks, young Mistress. *He stretched and yawned.* But now … I think I’ll go take a nap somewhere. *And then he started walking away!* -04:24 Oct 10
Siraza: ….What. *Her fancy new God Weapon just turned in to a man. And she pet him! Eeewwggaarrgh! Siraza writhed and shivvered and hiiissed all kinds of displeasure about it! Men were worse than Old Men! …and now her shiny new weapon was getting away.* Hey! Get back here. You’re not going to wander off and get stolen. -04:27 Oct 10
Ruin: It comes with the territory. *He said with a shrug, which was true. What kind of God Weapon would he be if people didn’t want to steal him?* -04:34 Oct 10
Siraza: That’s why you don’t go to sleep in pea covered towns. Now turn yourself back in to a weapon so I can take you home where you belong. *Gaw.. he was so… man like! How was she supposed to stick him in her hat and pull him out when she needed him this way? Siraza suddenly paused.* …so you think I look young too? Is it the red silk? -04:36 Oct 10
Ruin: *He put a thumb to his chin as he looked at her.* It could be the red silk. Red is a great color but many have this misconception that’s evil. *He sighed softly.* Believe me, you’re far more beautiful than a majority of my wielders. *He bowed.* I am the God Weapon, Ruin. I just need to stretch my legs. It’s been a millenia since any of my wielders had what it took to get me to shift to my true weapon form. -04:42 Oct 10
Ruin: *that it’s evil -04:42 Oct 10
Siraza: Hmph. I’ll allow it this once simply for the flattery, but don’t think I’ll be so easily manipulated a second time. *Siraza even wagged a finger at him as she spoke, which might have seem cute for other women, but looked a bit more threatening from her.* Walk if you must, but we’ll go back home. There’s groaning old men and bloody pea all over the place and I’d rather not have my appetite for dinner ruined! -04:47 Oct 10
Ruin: *He smiled a bit.* You’re a fascinating mortal. So what do people scream at you as they run in fear? -04:49 Oct 10
Siraza: *At that she smirked, as if she were quite proud! Siraza took off her hat and made a big show of bowing.* They call me Siraza the Terrible. The Plague Wizard. -04:51 Oct 10
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Misc RP Logs

Crashed

[Ixander turns the garden shed into a crater and scrap.] -01:23 Feb 23
[Piper is having some… brownies… and trying to do her homework when she hears a very ominous crash!] -01:26 Feb 23
[Seir totally won that fight. And he’s sticking to that story.] -01:26 Feb 23
Piper: Her glass of milk nearly spilled all over her paperwork. At first she thought someone might’ve had a car crash out front, but on inspection, no cars were to be seen. So, she was stalking to the back of the house to see if the neighbors dog had knocked over the grill again. -01:28 Feb 23
Ixander: He got to his hands and knees in the crater his entire body wracked with pain but his teeth set as he fought through it to stand unsteadily raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun… "I’m not done yet, W….." What is this place? -01:29 Feb 23
Seir: Seir growled as he pushed himself up from the pile of rubble, shaking debris from his wings and hair. Unlike his celestial adversary, he knew exactly where he was. And he didn’t much like it. "What are you gawking at, sparky? I’m over here." -01:33 Feb 23
Piper: Imagine her surprise when she peeked out her back door window to spot people there instead of a dog. Grumbling under her breath she stalking away briefly, just long enough to grab a golf club, and returned to the back door. Swinging it open, she was marching outside to defend her parent’s property. "Hey..! You two bums, what the hell are you doing in my back yard?!" She paused, squinted, and looked appalled. "….what did you do to the shed..!?" -01:36 Feb 23
Ixander: He turned to the demon the nickname making him clench his fist briefly. But he couldn’t reply before they were interupted by a mortal.. or was that a mortal? It looked like one but… "Fear not." he said before turning to Sier. "Is this your idea of a joke? Bringing me here" -01:38 Feb 23
Seir: "Me? This is obviously your fault somehow! And you sound like an idiot! ‘Fear not’? That’s the best you can do?" Angels. God were they dumb. More importantly, though… Why the fuck were they material? -01:42 Feb 23
Piper: Piper mouthed ‘fear not’ like it was some sort of foreign phrase she didn’t understand. Now that she was standing out there, golf club in hand, and finally getting a good look at them. …she was wondering if she was having a bad reaction to those brownies, or if they had just came trolling out of a local frat house costume party. "What’s with the wings? Hell – get out of my yard before I bash your faces in!" -01:50 Feb 23
[Ixander has timed out.] -02:20 Feb 23
[Ixander enters.] -02:37 Feb 23
Ixander: "MY FAULT?" he yelled. "Do you know what the penalty is for me even being here?" he was ignoring the mortal in his frustration at his attacker. "Over an above what I get for being near…. you and your lack of tradition. Now…" he turned to Piper. "Where exactly are we in the mortal world?" -02:41 Feb 23
Seir: "I damn sure didn’t plan this! Screw it, I’m going home." Seir focused on sinking back to hell rather than stand here with the lameass celestial. He’d be going soon… Any time now… Annnny time… -02:47 Feb 23
Piper: "In my backyard, of which I want you OUT of..!" What a couple of weirdos. They spent way too much time on those costumes… Piper prodded at the devil one with her golf club. "Stop standing there look stupid. How drunk ARE you?" -02:47 Feb 23
Ixander: He stood there and crossed his arms. "And I’ll be glad to be rid of you infernal." he grinned waiting for the demon to disappear so he could return to his own plane after apologising to the mortal. -02:50 Feb 23
Seir: "I’m not drunk, lady," he shot back, furrowing his brow… and his wings promptly fizzled up in a burst of smoke and brimstone. Stunned, he fell back into the remnants of the garden shed. "Fuck!" -02:51 Feb 23
Piper: That was some serious special effects. Piper narrowed her eyes. …Nope, wings totally gone in a puff of smoke. "Huh… gotta lay off the brownies…" She was back to raising that golf club menacingly. "Drunk, not drunk, poofies, whatever! You guys owe me about 200 bucks and I want you out of my backyard! Back to…whereever… you came from!" -02:53 Feb 23
Ixander: "I’m sorry for your shed, I’ll make it up to you if I can." he said shootign another grin at the demon and spreading his fings, beathign them adn rising up.. before ther disappeared in a cloud of feathers and he fell to the ground thith a thud" -02:54 Feb 23
Seir: His scowl turned to a toothy grin when he noticed the angel’s plight. If he was stuck like this, at least he could take solace in the idea that so was Chuckles over here. "Heh. Who’s laughing now, errandboy?" -02:57 Feb 23
Piper: Down went the other one too. …Maybe she was having some weird dream after an overdose on homework? …Either way, she wasn’t just going to let them tear things up. Grumbling quite loudly, she closed the distance, kicking at both them and prodding at them with the club. "I’m you both think this is hilarious – but I have wooork to do! Get up, get out! Go home. Poof, vanish, mush! Or I’mma break -both- your legs!" -03:00 Feb 23
Ixander: "Funny." He said pullign himself away from the furious mortal. "I just tried to go home." he looked to the demon again blaming him for his situation "Very funny… Now, please girl…" it was all he could do to keep her prods away from his head. "… stop that so I can get answers from smiley here." -03:04 Feb 23
Seir: "Don’t look at me, nimrod! How could I be stopping you from going back to the pearly gates?" He dodged a swipe from the golf club. "You probably burnt your stupid ass out!" Of course, so had he. But this angel didn’t seem too bright, so he wasn’t about to tell him straight out. -03:10 Feb 23
Piper: "God damn, this is like thos edreams where you’re trying to run but you’re never moving!" Piper was sure she had to have clocked both of them pretty hard. Either she had a shitty swing, or they could really take some damage! A defeated look came across her features when she stopped swinging to take a breath. " …Wait.! Aaah, how about a call you a TAXI? You’re both obviously too trashed to walk your asses out of my yard…" -03:13 Feb 23
Ixander: "A what?" he was confused but she was offering to help. "I am Ixander… a messenger from the celestial planes." he sighed hating to have to admirt it in front of the demon "I can’t get back… I hate to ask but can you help?" -03:16 Feb 23
Seir: "Ha! I knew it! You’re just a little drone!" Seir chortled. The angel was obviously having his Earth cherry popped, to boot. He didn’t even know what a taxi was! How sheltered did Heaven keep these guys? "Look, sweetheart, I told you. Not drunk. I’m not, anyway; flyboy here might be another story." -03:19 Feb 23
Piper: "He’s an earth virgin?" Not that Piper believed that whole ‘celestial messenger’ thing. But she was willing to roll with this whole hallucination and ride it out until they got out of her head. What’s the worse that could happen? "Just… get up and get in the house before my neighbors catch me out here talking to myself and call the cops. And my name is PIPER." She told the devil one specifically, with an extra prod of her club. -03:23 Feb 23
Ixander: "Still gave you a thrashing." he snapped before heading for the door. "Thank you Piper." He entred and immediatly looked aroung at the collection ot strange thing and heading for on of the few he recognised… a chair. -03:27 Feb 23
Seir: "Someone’s on their period." While he was here, he might as well stick around. Maybe he could figure out how to get one over on the angel and get himself back home while he was at it. He snickered when he noticed his more heavenly counterpart was looking at the furniture as if it were about to bite him in the ass. "Yeah, thanks, dollface. Although you really should be kicking this douchebag out on the streets." -03:31 Feb 23
Piper: She was going to ignore the devil one. Clearly that was her dark side coming out and wanting a kick to the ass. …Of course, the angel one must be her inevitable stupidity if she didn’t get enough studying in. Once inside she pulled that plate of brownies out of grabbing reach, and went for the phone. "Uh huh.. now where do you both belong so I can call the right cab service?" -03:36 Feb 23
Ixander: He was turning Piper’s phone over in his hands inquisitively. "I beling in heaven, I have important work to do there and now I’m stuck here…" he put down the phone and sighed as the situation sunk in. "You don’t have a service that can get me back there do you?" He looked at Piper, she wasn’t a priestess, obviously but maybe she knew someone in the clergy who could send him back. -03:42 Feb 23
Seir: "Drippy, you should quit while you’re ahead. You’re embarrassing yourself." Seir sidled up to Piper. "I’m pretty sure you’re not going anywhere until you get back some of that energy you blew tangoing with me. Too bad. I bet you don’t know how to do that, do you?" he asked smugly. -03:46 Feb 23
Piper: Piper rubbed her head. This was slowly creeping to her top ten in weird moments. She stepped a few inches away from the devil. "Taxis don’t tend to drive to heaven." she muttered. Roll with it! That’s what she decided on, right? "…hoookay, since I’m clearly trippin’ on something. Hooow about you guys just hang around here being all mysterious and then fly away home in the morning? On the condition that I can actually get my studying done without anything else getting broken…" -03:49 Feb 23
Ixander: "I notice you havn’t left" he said to Seir. "If I need energy getting it will be easy… so I will leave you in pease once out friend goes back to where he belongs.. if he can." -03:53 Feb 23
Seir: "Nah, I’m good. I’ll leave eventually." He slapped Piper’s ass with a resounding thwack. "I think I like it here." -03:56 Feb 23
Piper: She stiffened, and though her first instinct was to swing the club at him, she refrained from first degree murder. "FIRST RULE…" she said good and loud. "None of that shit..! Paws off Piper. Second rule, don’t break anything. In fact, if you haven’t vanished in the morning, like I am pretty sure you will, I want my shed fixed." Piper was sure she’d need a few more rules, but this shouldn’t last any longer than an evening. -03:58 Feb 23
Ixander: "You infernals are all alike." he mutteres under Piper’s rules. "Then at least I’ll be here to make sure you don’t do anything to the mortals here. Thats right as lng as you’re here I’m here even if I can leave." -04:01 Feb 23
Seir: "Bring it on, feathers-for-brains." Seir gave Piper a sidelong grin. He wasn’t agreeing to any rules. Demons? Rules? Pssh. "Name’s Seir, by the way. So you know what to moan." -04:05 Feb 23
Piper: "That’s great. My evil side is a lecher and my good side is a moron… No wonder I’m boned in all my classes." Piper scowled at them both. Why couldn’t she have COOL hallucinations? She plopped in to one of the chairs at the table where her homework and books were still sitting. "Fine! Stick around, but at least be useful! I have to finish this work tonight." -04:08 Feb 23
Ixander: He was going to say more but there was a growling from inside his abdomen combined with a sensation he had never felt before and he frowned, confused. What was this feeling? "I will not botehr you then…" there it was again… his eyes narrowed as he looked at Sier. -04:15 Feb 23
Seir: The angel was staring at him. Seir arched an eyebrow. "What?" -04:18 Feb 23
Piper: Piper had a pencil in hand and was really, -really- trying to focus. Didn’t stop her from glancing up at the two of them warily and hoping they would vanish already. At least they looked like normal people now and weren’t sporting wings! -04:19 Feb 23
Ixander: The feeling was acompanied by the urge to eat, something he had only ever done for taste.. as strong urge… "You flatter yourself." he wasn’t going to give the demon the satisfaction, but there was a nice smell… uninvited he pulled the plate closer and lifted one of the small brown cakes on it and slowly took a bite. -04:22 Feb 23
Piper: She was scribbling away until she heard the plate skid across the table. …and she was too late. Her hallucitation was eating her special brownies. Piper dropped her pencil and stared. "Uh… you.. um. Hell." It couldn’t hurt, right? He’ll probably get sleepy and disappear faster! "Help yourself, I guess…" -04:30 Feb 23
Seir: Seir opened his mouth as he reached for a brownie himself… and then paused. That smell was one he was familiar with, from hanging out at college dorms full of kids ripe for tempting. He bit his lip to stifle a laugh. "Oh boy. Don’t let me stop you, blondy." This was going to be good. -04:31 Feb 23
Ixander: He didn’t stop at one and ate another, then half of a third… then stopped and looked down at the plate. Mortal food didn’t seem to be agree with him. "What..?" He took another bite they were good even if they made him feel like to was foating. "Mortal food is… Wait…" Seir was grinning.. this couldn’t be good. -04:39 Feb 23
Piper: "That’s not the typical mortal food. …all though I guess I am going to have to make some in about thirty minutes…" He scarfed those down like he was starving! Could inner selves get high too? G’damned, she needs to pick better calm-me-downs than brownies for studying. "Why’d you let him eat all of those!" -04:41 Feb 23
Seir: "Why not? This is going to be hilarious." He plopped down on her sofa, propping his chin in his hands and watching avidly. Wonder what pot does to an angel? This is too good to be true. -04:43 Feb 23
Ixander: "You knew?" But that didn’t seem important, what did was that he was on earth and it was for the first time and he had met his firts mortal… and his first demon. They should be buddies. Or at least do something. "Ever wanted to go to the moon?" he asked Piper. "Sier and I could take you there and we could do stuff… Hey Sier.." wait he didn’t like sier right? Why? "Demon, we should go to the moon!" -04:50 Feb 23
Piper: "People can’t breath on the moon. …I’m going to make you some coffee." Piper cast the devil a glare from the kitchen, and was already shifting to fill a coffeepot up with water. "Besides, you can’t…. can’t really take someone to the moon without wings, right?" -04:52 Feb 23
Seir: "He’s so high," laughed Seir. Because he didn’t giggle. He laughed. "I have GOT to get you drunk sometime and see if it’s this fun." -04:56 Feb 23
Ixander: "So neigher of you want to go…" he put the unfinished brownie down on the plate with the others and stood "My wing… he reached back over his shoulder… oh right we’re stuch here." he doidn’t place emphasis on the ‘we’ like it was a snide remark. "Also I don’t think a celestial being would get drunk…" -04:59 Feb 23
Piper: "No one is getting drunk! I do stupid things when I’m drunk… I can’t even imagine.." Yeah, she could imagined what her lecherous self and her moron self would do while drunk! It’d be just like that one Mardi Gras party. Piper didn’t want to do that again. She set the coffee brewing and turned back to nudge that Angel back to his chair before he started getting curious. "How ’bout you just have a seat here and think about homework?" -05:03 Feb 23
[Ixander is tripping balls] -05:25 Feb 23
[Ixander has timed out.] -05:33 Feb 23
Ixander: "Homework?" he looked at the books and as he sat pulled one towards himself catching the pen that roled with it… "This is all wrong…" he said and began crossing out phrases. "The anchien astronaughts weren’t angels we only came… Wait what century is it?" -05:33 Feb 23
Piper: "….2012." she responded flatly, leaning on her palms over the table to read what disaster he was scribbling all over her homework. That was her essay paper…! Hmm. If her hallucination was doing her homework for her, this wasn’t too bad at all! "I was trying to disprove religious theory, and explain that ancient astronaunts and alien visitors made MUCH more sense." -05:37 Feb 23
Seir: "Sorry, darling, but you got that waaaay wrong." Homework? Now this was boring. No way was he going to let this keep up. He’d have to find ways to liven things up. Jumping up from the couch, he went to rummage through the fridge. Bingo! Booze. -05:41 Feb 23
Ixander: "Well its wrong.." he insisted ignoring the demon. "If you want proof I’m an angel and I’m right in front of… wait there was a light in the box. Abandoning the homeword he stood and looked the the fridge. "What is that?" -05:44 Feb 23
Piper: "It’s a theory, you can’t just decide it’s right or wrong with -actual- proof. …And you’re not much of proof." There he went abandoning her work. Damn! She’d have to do it anyway. Piper sat on the table and picked up her pen. "And that’s a fridge… I mean seriously, you HAVE to know what a fridge is!" -05:47 Feb 23
Seir: "It’s a magical cold box," answered Seir, not missing a beat. "Look, it even has juice." He plucked up a bottle of beer and dangled it in front of Ixander’s nose. "Thirsty?" -05:48 Feb 23
Ixander: "Ithought there was coffee.." he said calking towars the fridge and looking inside. "I didn’t knink mortals had magic, just… metal things." -05:51 Feb 23
Piper: "It’s not magic, it’s science." Coffee! Piper almost forget. Not realizing that devil was serving up beer, she hopped off her table to pull a mug out of a cabinet. -05:53 Feb 23
Seir: "I don’t think airhead here knows what science is, babe." He popped the cap off the bottle with his nails and handed it to Ixander. "Here you go. Drink up." -05:56 Feb 23
Ixander: His throat was feeling dry after the brownies and hey juice was juice right? "You’re nice." he told Seir before taking a bog gulp of beer and almost spluttering with the fizz of it. Then came a large burp and more of it poared down his throat. -05:59 Feb 23
Piper: Piper poured a cup of coffee and then turned around. …only to find an angel chugging a beer. "Wait, wait wait wait waaaait. Is he supposed to drink that?" -06:02 Feb 23
Seir: "Probably not!" Seir pulled one out for himself, clinking it against Ixander’s. "You’re not half bad when you’re baked. Or rather, not half good." -06:04 Feb 23
Ixander: Everythign was feeling five time worse with the juice. "Are you sure this is juice?" he asked before laughing late at the joke. The feelling began creeping into the base of his skull and he shook his head.. then drank more almost finishing the bottle. "You know you’re not half good yourself.." he said "Though I guess you’re no good and thats a compliment." -06:08 Feb 23
Piper: Piper didn’t know what to do here. Dealing with her own craziness wasn’t… a typical day! She quickly moved across the kitchen and snatched the Angel’s bottle away. She handed him the mug of coffee instead. "Drink this! It’s better. You just stay out of those other bottles. And don’t YOU give him any more." Piper turned around to glare at the devil. "What are you trying to do, anyway? Ruin my entire night?" -06:11 Feb 23
Seir: "I’m just trying to have a little fun here, toots." He took a swig of his beer, then offered it to her. "You seem like you could use a little loosening up, yourself." -06:21 Feb 23
Ixander: He felt bad, really bad.. and the otheres were arguing, which was bad. the the mug was hot, and the coffie hotter when he gulled it, which was bad. He placed the mug on the counter and full of pot, booze and not cafien in his viens a slight grin crept on his face as he leaned agaist the demon his hand sliding down Seir’s abck to grip his buttock. "He has a point… you history might me flawed but so might you be… floored." -06:25 Feb 23

TO BE CONTINUED…! -Piper

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[Diocha] Elswen: No Little Problem

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Title: Elswen: No Little Problem
Number: 914
Date: Jan 23, 2010 at 4:04 AM
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Divinatas – Jan 23, 2010 at 4:04 AM

Another typical day at the ELSWN Radio station! Aidan had been up and out of his apartment early as ever, still half asleep until he had to suffer through that awful coffee they always had in the break room. That morning’s show had been about JELLYFISH and the Men who loved them! A little bizarre for his tastes, but he and Natalia enjoyed several laughs over it.

With the show over, Aidan had snagged another miserable cup of coffee along with the days paperwork and headed off to his office. He stepped inside, setting his cup and folder on the desk. Then moved to hang his coat on the rack by the door.

That’s when he heard a giggle. Aidan turned around slowly, just as his office chair turned around to face him. Right there was an adorable little redhead with green eyes. …and about 20 plus years too young for him. His first thought was that a coworkers kid had popped in to his office, but… but she just looked so much like a mini version of those Novellino sisters!

So it was no wide stretch when he slapped his hands over his face and groaned.

“…Sasha?”

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Ocha – Jan 23, 2010 at 11:15 AM

[dash][b]Sasha Novellino[/b]

“Hello Aidan,” she said as though he had greeted her and not like he was looking at her dumbfounded. She then turned her head a little and grabbed something off the chair beside her. “Say hello too Cloud,” and she held up a small green gecko that may or may not looked exhausted as it was held by it’s little mistress.

Sasha was slightly kicking her pink shoed feet back and forth as she sat on the chair. In fact it was the dominate color in her outfit. Pink skirt with a pink shirt with a white tiger on it and white stockings with little pink hearts on them.

“I got up this morning and I wanted to see my [i]favorite[/i] person so after breakfast, Harrison makes great oatmeal, oh and he found me this outfit, and he helped me with my hair too! Oh, so after breakfast I thought I’d take my bike but Harrison and Cloud seemed to think it was a bad idea and it’s too far to walk to town. Have you ever tried it? It takes forever! So I had to do it then other way, but you know what? It was easy! Like I’d done it over and over again. Isn’t that great? Hug please!”

By the end of the conversation, Sasha had been using her hands to explain things and poor Cloud had slipped out of her hand and crawled up her arm until he was able to climb on top of her head between her pigtails. She had pulled out her very sparkly pink wand before the end of her story, and it was indeed the same wand Sasha had been trying to hide when she and Kendal had been sick. Now she was holding out her arms expectedly.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 9, 2010 at 10:09 AM

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

Aidan rubbed his face a bit before he took a second look at the girl. With her jumbled story, there was no mistaking Sasha for herself. Tiny version or not. Still in a bit of a confused daze, he crossed his office to lean over and give her a hug – which resulted in him having to pick her up when she didn’t let go.

This was a problem!

“Hoookay. I think we need to pay your sister a visit today. This is going to be one of those out-of-Aidan’s-hands days.” he was mostly speaking to himself as he held up Sasha in one hand and scribbled down a note on his desk with another. Kendal was probably already at work. All he’d have to do is show up there.

“Care to tell me why you’re a little… smaller than usual? Or you just havin’ a good morning today?”
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Divinatas – Apr 15, 2010 at 2:44 AM

(12:45:28 AM) Ocha: "We don’t want to see Kendal," Sasha said in a definate sort of way. "She’s always Miss Cranky. You know what we should do, we should go get strawberry shortcake!" The little redhead gave him another squeeze, but sensing that now she was up he wasn’t going to put her down, her arms around his neck were very loose.
(12:47:44 AM) Diana: Miss Cranky was often an accurate description of Kendal, but in a moment likes this, it was just going to have to be ignored. Aidan made a big show of giving it some serious thought before he finally shook his head. "No, I think we better talk to your sister. THEN we can get some strawberry shortcake. How about that?"
(12:49:48 AM) Ocha: Sasha put on her best pouty face. "Do we have to?" she asked with the elonging of nearly every vowel. Someone did not want to see their big sister today, which was a bit unusual. Sasha as an adult sometimes would roll her eyes when dealing with Kendal, and they sometimes bickered, but Aidan never seen them seem to actively avoid each other before.
(12:52:14 AM) Diana: "I think we do." he said, eyeing her for a moment. He was already carrying her out and they were on their way to his truck. "Any reason we don’t want to see big sister today?"
(12:54:44 AM) Ocha: "She’s a meanie…" Sasha said with a nod, then she sighed. "Maaaaybe we had a fight last night." Not that Sasha would admit to starting the fight or anything though.
(12:57:33 AM) Diana: "Aah. That does make a difference." Aidan didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know that any fight between Sasha and Kendal might get a little… tricky. In this case it was more ways than one! As he marched out of the truck, there were more curious stares, but he didn’t do more than smile and wave. He opened up the passenger’s door to set Sasha inside and scratched his head about how he’d get that seatbelt fastened just right. He didn’t exactly have a car seat for smaller ones!
(1:00:31 AM) Ocha: Despite being and acting like a child, Sasha seemed to have good car riding instincts cause she just grabbed the seatbelt on her own and after a flustered look at the shoulder strap she leaned over so that she could put it behind her and leaned against it. "You won’t tell her I told you, will you?" She was once again swinging her legs.
(1:02:27 AM) Diana: Aidan cracked a wide grin. "I won’t tell her. I think she’ll know I figured it out." Closing the truck door with a gentle slam, he rounded the front to hop in the driver’s side. Within moments they were off towards Autumn Manor. "Mind telling me what you had a scuffle over? Nothing too bad?"
(1:06:12 AM) Ocha: "Well it was… that is… um…. I know there was yelling!" There was a puzzled expression on Sasha’s face. She was angry with Kendal, she was sure of it. Not hate forever angry, but Kendal definetly needed to say sorry first. The only problem was she couldn’t remember what for.
(1:17:00 AM) Diana: "Yelling huh? Any fire breathing?" A joke of course, but there were soooome times he wondered. It didn’t take too long to get out of the main city and through the roads of simple houses. The Manor was that picturesque house waaay in the back of some old street with a house that looked more haunted than the local cemetary, yet as pleasant at any grandmother’s place. With luck, it looked liked Kendal hadn’t left for work yet, as her car was still in the driveway!
(1:19:07 AM) Ocha: "No, Blair tried that once and Mom said it wasn’t allowed in the house any more. That was Mom’s house though," Sasha looked very thoughtful but then started looking out the window when they got close to the manor, it seemed that despite living there, the magic of the place still affected Sasha, or at least little Sasha.
(1:22:55 AM) Diana: "I can see why she’d ban that." Aidan had a brief picture of chasing down little fire breathing girls that looked just like Sasha and he had to force himself to hide a grin and change his thoughts. He hopped out of the truck, rounding the corner to help Sasha out too. By the time he made it to the front door, Harrison was already opening it to greet them with that same silent look he always had. "Good mornin’, Harrison. Got myself a little surprise today. Mind if I talk to Kendal?" The old butler nodded, allowing them inside and directing Aidan to wait in the living room with his little catch.
(1:26:02 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(1:31:26 AM) Diana: (net killed me, dunno if missed a message or not! D:)
(1:31:43 AM) Ocha: Sasha was a good girl, or maybe just clingy, by holding Aidan’s hand once out of the truck and into the manor.* When they got to the living room though, she kept looking around Aidan’s leg and at the foot of the stairs, even though there didn’t seem to be anything of interest there, just an old table that had a vase and flower on it that Sasha sometimes put her keys or mail on after getting home.
(1:38:05 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(1:38:39 AM) Ocha: (did it die again?)
(1:39:56 AM) Diana: Kendal came down a few moments later and the second she saw him with a monster hiding behind him, she had the biggest scowl on her face. "I see how it is. Go hunt down your boyfriend to beat up your sister! Well you can just forget it!"
Aidan scratched his head again, unsure of how to go about the whole thing. "I, uh… she just happened to be at my desk this morning. I thought it was best to bring her home. Today not a good day."
"Understatement of the century. I’M going to work. Harrison can take care of her until tonight, unless you’re cruisin’ for trouble today." she smirked.

(1:40:01 AM) Diana: (yes, yes it did. e.e)
(1:45:24 AM) Ocha: Sasha frowned at Kendal. "See I told you she was Miss Cranky! Let her run away." The little girl then crossed her arms. Somewhere in the back of her little brain she knew Kendal was the cause of SOMETHING, but at the moment she wasn’t sure what. What she was sure of is she didn’t want her big sister acting like she was all that. Sasha glanced again over at the foot of the stairs again. At least Sasha wasn’t the only one with a babysitter.
(1:52:26 AM) Ocha: http://space-kitten.org/iwaku/showthread.php?p=42088#post42088
(1:54:15 AM) Diana: "I think I’ll hang around today." All that glaring. Kendal didn’t even say another word beyond an angry snort and a lot of stomping and slamming of doors as she left the house. That just made it Aidan and mini-Sasha! "All right then, kiddo. Looks like we’re going to have an impromptu sleepover today."
(1:54:30 AM) Diana: (yes, i caught that earlier, damn booboos!)
(1:57:31 AM) Ocha: Sasha looked at the slammed door, and moved a little closer to Aidan. "I guess so. Hope she doesn’t do anything too stupid. Of course Sam will let me know if she does." Kendal was a bit stupid head, but she was still Sasha’s sister. She worried! She also forgot that she was keeping a big secret for someone. Oops!
(2:05:28 AM) Diana: "Sam?" Sam had been gone for years, …and Aidan wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask those sort of questions while Sasha was small like this! Heaven forbid is she start crying, that might break his heart! "Uh. what about that strawberry shortcake, then? Lunch and a game sound good?"
(2:08:36 AM) Ocha: That seemed to distract the little red head as she looked up at Aidan and smiled. "Strawberry shortcake? Yay! Are we going to go to the store and buy the strawberries ourselves!" This seemed like a very exciting thing to Sasha, but it might not have been that surprising only last week Sasha had made an off handed comment, that wasn’t so off handed, about strawberry picking this summer.
(2:11:18 AM) Diana: Aidan was finding himself very hard pressed to say no. He rubbed the back of his neck, wrestling with the wisdom of taking a small witch out in to town when he had no earthly idea how to take care of one! Especially Sasha! …but adorable smiling won out and he was sighing with a not-so-upset resignation. "Fresh strawberries at the store it is. You have to promise me, you’ll keep us out of trouble, okay? Harrison might shave me bald if something happens."
(2:14:16 AM) Ocha: "Cross my heart!" Sasha said while doing the motion over the left side of her chest. She then all put pulled Aidan back to his truck. She seemed very excited about the idea. Too bad Aidan hadn’t tried to talk her into leaving her wand at home however.
(2:26:19 AM) Ocha has signed on.
(2:26:57 AM) Ocha: (kicks your net)
(2:27:47 AM) Diana: Aidan hadn’t even considered the wand. He was still wondering if he were in over his head as he made sure she was buckled up good and secure and jumped back in to his truck. They were on their way to the farmer’s market in not time flat. "Now what do you think we’re going to need for that strawberry shortcake?" Talking to her like this was a little strange!
(2:30:48 AM) Ocha: "Mmmm," she looked over at him having been looking out the window at the scenery. "I think we want strawberries, and maybe angelfood cake, and um… cream?" At least she wasn’t suggesting they make the angel food from scratch. As they got back into town, it seemed that the clouds were starting to come in, but it didn’t seem like it was going to rain, at least not yet.

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Ocha – Jul 21, 2010 at 11:56 AM

[dash][b]Sasha Novellino[/b]

Little Sasha was very happy when they parked the car and all put jumped into Aidan’s arms when he came around to help her out. It seemed the little girl liked to be carried very much.

The market was a buzz with people. Some to shop, some to look and some selling to the first two. It was very hard to come without buying something.

“Something smells good,” the little girl said looking around at the different booths.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 4, 2011 at 12:29 AM

(11:06:46 PM) Diana: Aidan seemed to naturally know what to do with a little girl. In fact, it wasn’t having a kid in his arms that made him feel a little awkward. It was kid SASHA. While she pointed out things that smelled delicious, he was mentally praying that Kendal would get over whatever she was ticked off about and fix the problem as soon as she got home. In the mean time… Aidan sat Sasha down on her feet once they entered the fresh market and took one of her hands. “I guess it can’t hurt to look for something for lunch while we’re here, right?:
(11:09:49 PM) Ocha: “Right!” Sasha said excitedly. As they walked, Aidan heard her oooing, and ahhing over various things that caught her attention and once she tried to stop, forgetting that a big strong adult had her arm and stumbled into him as he walked, but she was soon distracted again and didn’t ask to go back to whatever it was before she saw.

“Care for a sample sir?” One of the vendors called out to Aidan.
(11:14:01 PM) Diana: Aidan nodded at the vender, like any man’s stomach, his couldn’t say no to a free taste testing! He held up two fingers asking for more than one, tilting his head towards Sasha. The vender stared at her curiously, but handed over a couple of tooth picks, each with a piece of spiced sausage on the end. Aidan knelt down on a knee to hand one to lil Sasha!
(11:16:47 PM) Ocha: “Oooo!” Sasha said as she took the toothpick, then looked up at the man. “Thank you sir,” she said politely. Then she put the whole sausage bit in her mouth and chewed.

“Yes, these sweaters will fit on your small dog. I have Dozie here as a model. Dozie… Dozie come here…”
(11:25:12 PM) Diana: “At least you’re chewing…” Aidan cracked a grin. He took the toothpicks to toss in the trash, Momentarily getting distracted by the woman trying to get a handle on her dog. The dog clearly didn’t want to get wrapped up in a sweater and was trying to escape!
(11:27:03 PM) Ocha: Yes the poor dog was doing everything in it’s power to get away from the damn sweater. It had it’s own fur coat thank you very much.

Sasha thought the dog was cute but when she noticed behind the sausage vendor was a flower booth, well, Sasha just had to take a look. She didn’t both to tell Aidan because she just didn’t think so. She wanted to smell the pretty flowers!
(11:41:06 PM) Diana: Aidan was about to ask if he could help the woman out, but he just glanced down at Sasha and — she was gone! It was like his chest constricted on him! A little girl, worse, a little witch loose in the market… and there was no telling how that could go wrong! Who might snatch her up! “Sasha! Sasha?!”
(11:44:47 PM) Ocha: Sasha liked the flowers so much the nice lady even gave her a daisy to put in her hair, though she was startled when she saw the beady eyes of a lizard onto the girl’s hair. “Cloud like flowers too ma’am.” “Does he now,” the woman did not look convinced. “Thank you!” Sasha smiled turned around, and there was no Aidan. That wasn’t right! With a bit of a pout, Sasha started walking. Where could he be!

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[Azudia] Genesis stalks the Devil

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Title: Genesis Stalks The Devil
Number: 1004
Date: Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM
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Divinatas – Oct 4, 2010 at 4:14 AM

A pillowcase and a bottle of gin. That’s all she needed! …technically she needed some olives to go with that gin if she wanted to make a martini. But there was no way she was going near any olives.

So Genesis poured gin in to a glass, set it on a table, and then hid behind the sofa with her pillowcase.

[IMG]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=19&pictureid=1776[/IMG]

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Azul Morag – Oct 5, 2010 at 1:27 PM

There was a suspicious smell of gin in the air; that was the first thing the Devil noticed when he pulled the towel off his head after vigorously rubbing it on his wet hair. The smell could mean two things: Genesis had figured out how to open the bar and got drunk on gin; or, Genesis stole gin somewhere and was hiding somewhere in the room with it. Nothing was broken or out of place, he noticed after glancing across the room. She was not drunk yet, then… but very suspiciously indeed, she left her glass on a side table! Lucca arched an eyebrow. That was very suspicious. Not a sound was heard in the room, except the smooth humming of the air conditioner in the background.

Lucca stood in the threshold and lit up a cigarette – if it was Genesis getting drunk somewhere in his premises, he could as well smoke her out!

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Divinatas – Oct 5, 2010 at 10:44 PM

She wrinkled up her nose. The cigarettes should be stolen too while she was at it. Peering around the edge of the sofa, she wagged a finger in the air. Pick pocketing that pack of cigarettes and floating them in the air to the nearest garbage can.

Then it was bag to holding her pillow case and repositioning herself behind the sofa, so she could pounce at any moment!

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:13 PM

Lucca reached for a second ciggy, not yet having finished the first… There was a raised eyebrow at the theft! Lucca puffed out the biggest cloud of smoke he could muster, in retaliation – it formed a strange mist overhead with silver ribbons of cigarette smoke, lazily curling and uncurling.

“Thief,” he said. “You [i]know[/i] you shouldn’t be drinking…” He confiscated the gin by turning it into hot cocoa. It was strange, but that was the first thing he could think of that he figured she wouldn’t want to drink!

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Divinatas – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:26 PM

“-I- am not drinking. YOU are supposed to drink it!” Peering around the sofa again, she frown. There went her bait. An inviting mug of hot cocoa was not proper devil treats.

Genesis crawled out from behind the sofa, tucking the pillow case behind her back in to her belt. Then she dusted off her legs and knees. She was a paragon of pure innocence, even as she clasped her hands behind her back and strolled across the floor.

“Are you properly clean?” A weird question for sure. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to jump on him now, or set a new trap!

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Azul Morag – Oct 6, 2010 at 10:34 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am not going to squeak to prove my cleanliness to you,” he said. “You owe me a packet of cigarettes. Don’t you have patients today?” Lucca took over the mug of hot cocoa and sipped. It was bitter and nice.

“You on the other hand, are a dusty woman.”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 2:46 AM

Genesis looked down at her clothes. Frowning and once again trying to swat dust away.

“I had an early session this morning. There is no one else to see today.” Now that he was drinking the chocolate, she couldn’t pounce. It’s like he knew she was plotting something and now had it as a shield. So Genesis patiently waited.

“You shouldn’t be smoking so much anyway. Reaching for a second one before even finishing the first… Cigarettes make teeth fall out.” Many old humans were missing teeth now after years of gum disease. Lucca might not be likely to have his teeth fall out. …but it wasn’t healthy anyway!

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Azul Morag – Oct 7, 2010 at 8:38 AM

Lucca was still smirking. He sipped more cocoa.

“My teeth are not going to fall out; they would not even if I [I]wanted them to fall out.[/I]” He nodded once and stared at her. She seemed to be waiting for something – but again, she was always suspicious. He decided to inform her that.

“You are the only person I know that is always suspicious,” Lucca observed. “You are more suspicious than Beelzebub… Alright, you are not as suspicious as my ex-wife; but anyway, you [I]are[/I] suspicious. Perhaps being suspicious is a trait inherent to psychologists.”

He watched her.

“Are you hiding something behind your back?”

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Divinatas – Oct 7, 2010 at 9:53 PM

Genesis might have found that insulting, but it was inevitably true. There was always an agenda (everyone had one, after all), but usually her intentions were good and in people’s best interests.

Except in this case. He wasn’t going to take it well, or she would have simply asked!

“…No. Why would I hide something behind my back?” As she moved away, she made sure she didn’t turn her back to him.

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Azul Morag – Oct 8, 2010 at 9:37 PM

“Because?” Lucca said with a raised eyebrow. “It’s not like you’ve ever bothered with having a logical reason for something you do.”

Lucca flicked the butt of his cigarette over his shoulder and sprang forward. The ciggarette butt vanished and so did the Devil; his form blurred into a black Bombay cat in mid air and landed with agility on the couch to skitter over the backrest of the it to peer behind Genesis’s back!

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Divinatas – Oct 9, 2010 at 7:06 AM

“No, Lucca! Don’t be a [i]cat[/i]!” she accidentally exclaimed out loud. Genesis clamped a hand over her mouth and fled. But not without remembering to snatch the pillow case out of her belt and keep it out of sight!

Genesis escape to the bedroom. …which wasn’t the wisest place. There was a naked pillow on the bed. She pounced on it and was trying to stuff it under a cover before it was seen.

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Azul Morag – Oct 10, 2010 at 2:14 PM

The black cat on the sofa blinked its blazing golden eyes in confusion. Even for Genesis, that was strange! The cat leapt to the next couch and onto the carpet, then bouncily ran after the fleeing professional of mental health care. Peering warily from the bedroom door, the cat flicked an ear.

“What are you hiding in my bed?” He asked. “Pine cones?”

She had done it before, he was sure… she probably did. Whatever she was burying under the covers was bigger than that! The cat leapt on the bed to inspect!

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Divinatas – Oct 12, 2010 at 2:56 AM

“Pine cones would do the exact opposite of helping you sleep.” Genesis stuffed the pillow case under the blanket too. Then she plopped on the hidden pillow. Both to show him it WASN’T pine cones and to keep him from snooping.

Once he was within arms reach, she snatched him up and gave him a good cuddle. Nuzzling his furry kitty face! “You don’t have to be suspicious of [i]everything[/i] I do. Most of the time I’m not up to anything specific.”

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Azul Morag – Oct 12, 2010 at 11:30 PM

The kitty gave a mild scoff and put his paw on Genesis’s nose – well, when he managed to free at least one paw!

“Of course I must be suspicious…” He eyed the bulk under them, it didn’t look sharp or hard-edged. It looked like a pillow. That gave him an idea.

“Are you filling my pillows with feathers from strangers?” He asked, just to be pesky!

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Divinatas – Oct 14, 2010 at 12:19 PM

“I don’t collect anyone’s feathers but yours…” she said slowly. After all, if she did it would a lot easier to get theirs. There were plenty of Death Angels losing their feathers all over parks.

Genesis pet the kitty Lucca, despite the paw on her nose. “Of course… how nice would it be to sleep with a pillow made of plush gold feathers! Don’t you think?”

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Azul Morag – Oct 18, 2010 at 12:22 AM

“Not very nice,” the kitty replied, pulling his ears back a little. “I value them more on me…” He wriggled to free himself, despite he actually enjoyed the petting but hey, it was the principle of the matter!

“You can’t have a pillow of my feathers, I need them!”

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Divinatas – Oct 25, 2010 at 4:59 AM

Genesis dropped the kitty-Lucca on the bed, before plopping down herself and crossing her arms. She scowled, even pouted. The jig was up and he guessed her plot. It’s not like she could get any feathers away from him while he was all furry anyway. It’d be easier to make kitty slippers, and she had no need for those.

“You have a million wings, all you would have to do is shake them a bit and plenty would fall out all on their own.”

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Azul Morag – Nov 3, 2010 at 5:11 PM

The black Bombay cat cast Genesis a disbelieving and scandalized look.

“I don’t have a million wings!” He seemed very much offended. “They are only six, thank you! Besides, why do you need -my- feathers? You could use your own mixed with some kind of potpourri, for pillow guts.”

The kitty flicked an ear and plopped down to vigorously scratch behind his ear.

“So… did you actually drink the gin?”

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Divinatas – Nov 5, 2010 at 3:09 PM

“A woman has to keep [i]some[/i] mysterious about why she does things involving feathers and gin.” After all, the wasn’t going to openly admit she was collecting his feathers for a pillow. As for the gin, she had forgotten all about it! It was probably somewhere still in the kitchen. Which meant, she forgot to clean up the evidence of her plot.

Standing sloooowly, she tip-toed her way off to the kitchen while he was busy scratching away at his ear.

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Azul Morag – Nov 15, 2010 at 9:02 PM

Now [I]that[/I] statement from her got the Devil wondering about the strange and somewhat scary… if not kind of tantalizing possible meanings of her words! The cat stopped scratching and flicked his ears back… It felt wrong somehow. It was like when she had wanted to smoke and drink whiskey. Something was not quite right about her doing those things.

He eyed her with eyes like molten gold as she disappeared behind the threshold. “You better not be stealing from me!” He warned. “Specially gin and Belial’s brew…” He then muttered under his breath. The kitty rolled on the bed and when he sat up at the edge of it, he was again a tall and sinisterly handsome Roman. Who just happened to be the Devil. He calculated when she was in the kitchen and poofing out his wings, flapped them as much as the room’s size allowed in order to get some gold fluff float out of the room in her wake, just to spite her. He snickered at it, too. Why, it was fun in some nearly incomprehensible way! Poofing his wings off again, he went for his hidden stash of cigarettes to refill his silver ciggy case.

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Divinatas – Nov 16, 2010 at 12:22 PM

Genesis rolled her eyes at his accusations of stealing. Sometimes he made it so tempting for her to try and take something. Just to see how riled up he might get about. Well, besides hiding his cigarettes. Little gold poofs of puffy feathers escaped out the bedroom door to follow her, and she was just as tempted to turn around and pounce on them to hide them away in her pockets. Better to not give him the satisfaction!

As she wandered in to the kitchen, she almost forgot what she had came in there for. But finding the bottle of gin still sitting out on the counter, she was quickly reminded. Genesis snatched it up and stashed it away back in the liquor cabinet. The one he though he had hidden so well from her along with it’s key. Either he didn’t hide things very well, or he enjoyed leaving keys in obvious hiding places to bewilder her.

“I’m going to [i]steal[/i] your chocolate, since you’re so convinced I’m thieving things.” She was already digging through his cabinets looking for that bag of chocolate chips. It was in there somewhere!

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Azul Morag – Nov 18, 2010 at 8:09 AM

Lucca heard her from the bedroom. He smirked at the possibility that she would be miffed to find he only had… chips of dark, bitter chocolate and cocoa powder – only for the all too honest purpose of cooking. Like all magic-users with self respect, he was an able cook and he wasn’t shy or secretive about it. He pocketed his refilled silver ciggy case in one of the front pockets of his jeans (to make sure she couldn’t pickpocket him), pulled on a T-shirt and went to the kitchen to keep an eye on her from the kitchen door.

“I am here to bear witness to your thievery,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “Your boss won’t believe me anyway, so I suppose you will just do as you see fit.”

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way [i]last[/i] time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” [i]Get[/i] being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.

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Divinatas – Nov 18, 2010 at 12:33 PM

Riffling through the cabinets she had a wide grin when she plucked out a bag, but it vanished just as quickly. Not the ones good for stealing. She found that out the hard way [i]last[/i] time. Placing the bag back in the cabinet, Genesis pilfered through all the things looking for something a little more edible.

“Unless I’m stealing her job away, I don’t think Azrael minds if I snatch things out of your kitchen. As long as I share extra cake with her when I get it.” [i]Get[/i] being the key word, as trying to MAKE a cake herself ended with disastrous results. At least she tried that experiment at her own home and not anywhere Lucca would lecture and complain about his immaculate kitchen.

..Which wasn’t so immaculate anymore when she accidentally bumped a salt shaker out of the cabinet and fumbled to catch it. Salt shaking all over the place! Genesis just as quickly put it right back in there and closed the door. Pretending it didn’t happen.

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Azul Morag – Nov 27, 2010 at 9:56 PM

Lucca wrinkled his nose in distaste and took a step back. He smoothed out salt off his clothes looking all too much like an offended cat. Stealing his food and drink was something he could tolerate (okay, he was expecting it to happen anyway)… but tossing salt around the Devil in his own kitchen? That was just wrong.

“I refuse to be exorcised out of my own place,” he slowly said, in a way that made quite difficult to tell if he was really offended or if he was pretending in order to disturb her. “That is plain salt, by the way… all over your hair.”

He crossed the kitchen and plucked an apple from a bowl inside of it. He closed the fridge door and offered the apple to her.

“An apple would make you wiser,” he observed. “Make you discern evil from good. Why can’t you just ask for things? As long as it’s not a vice from some sort , I would give it to you.”

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Divinatas – Nov 28, 2010 at 11:33 PM

“I am not trying to exorcise you.” she mumbled in defense while eying the apple he offered. For a moment she wondered if maybe it was poisoned. Not that she thought he might try to kill her, but he might put her to sleep like in Snow White so she’d stop terrorizing his kitchen.

Genesis took the apple after a second of thought and fell in to an unexpected grin. He’d probably assume it was suspicious, but it was a genuine smile. Someone who was insisting he was evil wouldn’t go offering her anything she asked for.

“So if I asked for a pillow case full of gold feathers I could have that?”

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Azul Morag – Dec 2, 2010 at 8:18 PM

Lucca smirked.

“I am glad you weren’t,” he observed. His smirk gave way to a smile. “I don’t see why not we could not dye duck feathers gold. I hear they make excellent pillows!”

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Divinatas – Dec 3, 2010 at 6:08 AM

“I don’t see how turning yourself in to a duck and plucking all of your feathers is going to be easier than just shaking a few from you wings!” she responded in confusion.

…then she realized he meant an actual duck.

Genesis took a bite of the apple, and was promptly trying to tip toe away, regardless of him standing there staring at her. “…I think I’ll just settle for one of your normal pillows, then. Nevermind!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM

Lucca’s smile disappeared; the mental image of himself being plucked bald, duck or not, was really disturbing! He stared at her, looking wronged and disturbed at the same time.

“Nevermind, you say. You were planning to pluck me?” Lucca raised an eyebrow. “Have -you- ever been plucked? It’s not fun, you know.”

He contemplated the fact that his son could have tried, but he didn’t consider it for long. Azazel seemed somehow… wary of her, maybe he would not want her feathers!

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Divinatas – Dec 5, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stopped in the doorway and sloooowly turned around. “I do [i]not[/i] want to pluck you! Don’t be ridiculous.” Now he had put strange images in her head of being plucked herself. It didn’t sound pleasant at all. …but it’s not like she had intended to pluck anybody in the first place!

“I just meant to collect the ones you shook out. There’s not any need for plucking. ….But that’s okay, I am just going to go get one of your pillows instead.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 6, 2010 at 8:43 PM

Lucca raised his eyebrows, looking skeptical.

“If I shed enough feathers for a pillow just by shaking my wings, I would surely be sick and dying… which as you now, is not happening.” His eyes dimmed slightly. He made a pause.

“Why do you want another pillow, anyway?” He went back to the fridge to examine its contents. “When you have more than ten pillows, they roll together and turn into a Michelin man.”

He spied her from the corner of his eye to see her reaction…

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 2:12 AM

Genesis looked suddenly disturbed before she paused to eye him with disbelief. “That’s not true… ” she said slowly. “…I’ve always had many pillows and they never turned in to monsters…”

Well. There was that ONE time. But that was a client’s fault! She was pretty sure.

Finally she scowled, stomping off for the bedroom.

“That’s it! I’m sleeping here! I don’t want to be eaten by Michelin Monsters or Giant Plush Demons!”

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Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 7:49 AM

Lucca bit his lip to prevent a smile… till she stomped out of the kitchen, heading for the bedroom! Lucca stared at the milk carton and wondered if he could lure her out of the bedroom with a mug of cocoa.

“But the Michelin Man is friendly?” He called after her. “He even writes gourmet travel guides. I thought you like good food!”

Lucca plucked a cigarette out of his silver cigarette case and carefully pocketed the case again. A flick of his favorite lighter and a soft puff of smoke floated in the air; whatever he was smoking, it wasn’t commercial… and smelled of nutmeg, and tobacco.

“Yet again, you would probably exploit him and make him take you to dinner everyday.”

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Divinatas – Dec 7, 2010 at 8:22 PM

Genesis stalked herself all the way to the bedroom, where she kicked off her shoes, lept in to bed and promptly hid under the covers. …and kicked all the pillows in to the floor on opposite ends of the bed so they wouldn’t converge together in to a giant plushie man.

“People that write gourmet travel guides try weird things all the time! Like pork brains and fish and olive pizza!” she grumbled to herself. “…I’m not eating any olive pizza with monsters.”

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Azul Morag – Dec 7, 2010 at 10:10 PM

Lucca wondered why he seemed resigned to the fact that she was camping in his bed by now. Leaving a trail of curling and uncurling smoke spires in his wake, he moved to the living room to lounge on the sofa. Resting against a pile of lethal cushions, he turned on the TV and tried to find something worth watching. There was some chef cooking something peculiar with a young model watching his work with eyes open wide, as big as salad dishes. Lucca frowned disapprovingly and switched to the next channel. It wasn’t much better. It was a man demonstrating how olives were pitted and stuffed with red bellpepper filling, in order to make a salad arrangement that looked like a thousand eyes in a pyramid, placed over roman lettuce and tomato cut like flowers. Lucca wondered who would need that many olives!

“Don’t come to the living room!” He warned out loud.

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Sable] Beautiful Nightmare

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Title: Beautiful Nightmare!
Number: 928
Date: Feb 28, 2010 at 10:29 PM
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Divinatas – Feb 28, 2010 at 10:29 PM

“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 [i]was[/i] 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. [i]Real[/i] 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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Masquerade – Feb 28, 2010 at 10:44 PM

A car screeched to a halt just between Faith and the maniac stalker-date-turned-killer. The passenger-side door flew open, and a voice inside bellowed “Get IN!”

And before anything else could be done, Faith was safely inside the car and they were off, out of the garage and into the night. Just ignore that loud BA-BUMP as the man backed the car out hastily.

Although it was already dark out, and correspondingly in the car, it was easy to see that he was at least moderately good-looking, tall, and wearing a striking black turtleneck and khaki pants, although his fine features suggested more of a leather-clad personality.

“You should probably buckle up,” he suggested after a few minutes.

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Divinatas – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:06 PM

Under normal circumstances, no one sane would jump in to a strangers car. But, normally one’s date didn’t end with you being dessert.

Faith was turning in her seat to look behind them as she fumbled to put on a seat belt. Nothing was following them, though she doubt he would being flattened like a pancake and all! When she turned back around, she was staring wide-eyed at the driver.

“You ran him over!” Stating the obvious. Smooth. With an ‘urg’ under her breath she was looking out the front windshield again, trying to still her racing heart and rationalize. …it wasn’t working to well.

“I don’t know if I should call the police or get a drug test.”

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Masquerade – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:10 PM

“Correction. I ran [I]it[/I] over. And it was in self-defense. And it wasn’t very hard.”

He hit the highway and sped up again, putting even more distance between the building and his car. “You’re welcome, by the way. And you smell like wine, so I don’t know if the police would really believe you. You’re better off getting some sleep and staying away from strangers in the future,” he advised.

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Divinatas – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:18 PM

“It was a blind date. One I didn’t set up myself, mind you. …Wait, I don’t need to explain myself to some guy that just ran an [i]it[/i] over!” After a second of huffing, a look of surprise came over her face. He knew what [i]it[/i] was. Obviously not just some random stranger running over villains in parking garages.

Faith changed her tone. No need to spit fire at the guy that just spared her from being a human-cocktail.

“I’m sorry. Dates don’t usually end with murder and speedy get-aways. So, who are you, exactly? Was he really a vampire?”

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Masquerade – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:25 PM

“It. I told you. Humanizing it will make you feel guilty. Look, you’re doing it now, I can tell.” Her rescuer waited a few more seconds, giving her a sidelong glance to see if she was going to berate him anymore for saving her ass. Apparently she’d run out of complaints about her rescue.

“I’m obviously a knight in shining armor. One with a really sturdy car that goes fast enough to outrun things that try to eat ladies who don’t know when to ditch creepy loser blind dates. And you?” He blatantly ignored the other question. Maybe she would still forget about it?

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Divinatas – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:34 PM

“For the record, I [i]was[/i] ditching the date. Next time I won’t let the guy drive me home.” Nonchalantly talking about the entire thing made it seem so surreal. Faith suddenly cracked a half-grin and tilted her head to the side.

“Speaking of which… can I get a ride home, stranger?” The irony amused her. Him dodging her question on the other, wasn’t so amusing. This was where Female Lead battered the Hero with a barrage of annoying questions, to which the result would be utter chaos, danger and hot sex.

Man, she really needed to check herself back in to reality!

“My name is Faith. Nice to meet you, Sir Knight…?”

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Masquerade – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:43 PM

“Faith, huh? Well, my lady, I would be pleased to offer you a ride home. Just say the magic words, starting with city and street name.”

Not bad-looking at all, although certainly not the type he usually went for. A little contrary for his tastes. Well, who was he kidding, his taste usually only extended to one-night stands. It made for surprisingly little conversation and not a lot of name-giving. Even then, his last little escapade had been quite a while ago. He didn’t get the same rush he used to, the same few moments when he could stop thinking about [I]that[/I]…

He shook away the haunting thoughts of aqua blue eyes and a brilliant smile, and tightened his grip on the wheel. Forget it. That was a long time ago.

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Divinatas – Feb 28, 2010 at 11:55 PM

“In Hampton, on South Tesla.” He didn’t give her name. Faith supposed he was trying to distract her with pretty words, but for a moment he had an odd expression. Bad thoughts of his own?

“Going to tell me about being a vampire slayer, or is that topic still taboo?” Faith sprang the question now, to draw him out of that look he had. Plus, if she didn’t ask now, she’d have to ask him to stay a few minutes at her place to drink coffee and tell her his life story. That would just be too weird.

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Masquerade – Mar 1, 2010 at 12:06 AM

He suppressed a sigh. Add too tenacious to that list.

“I didn’t slay anything.” Yet. “Yes, it is a vampire. No, it is not alive, and probably hasn’t been for a long time. No, that does not stop it from moving around. Yes, you look like a juicy sirloin to it. No, no one will believe you. No, you should not try to find it or have further conversation with it. No, I do not usually have anything to do with them.”

He pulled smoothly onto Orwell and navigated the streets carefully. It had been a while since he’d been in Hampton last, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t miss South Tesla.

“Any more questions, my lady of nosiness?”

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Divinatas – Mar 1, 2010 at 1:29 AM

“Wow, just got that all out of the way, didn’t you.” Faith was still grinning, despite it. By now she had calmed down and the entire thing felt more like some weird dream, rather than an attack coupled with hit-and-run. Almost like it didn’t happen at all. In a few minutes she’d be at home, alive and safe. Forgetting all about this crap.

…Except she had an exceptionally large curiosity streak. She wrote [i]books[/i] about this stuff. If it was all real, then what was it really like?

“So you’re NOT a slayer?” Faith had twisted in her seat so she’d be facing him. This was she could watch his reactions to her questions. “You’ve obviously got the damsel-rescuing down, though. Are you a vampire expert, then?”

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Masquerade – Mar 1, 2010 at 3:41 PM

Slayer? Expert? The way she said them, the words might as well have had capital letters. Oh, no. Oh, [I]God [/I]no. He’d heard of this phenomenon. This… weird fetish.

“You’re one of those vampire groupies, aren’t you? Like those forty-year-old cougars who like whats-it-called. Dusk? No. [I]Twilight[/I]. That’s it. Like the teens who wear fake fangs and think that vampires glitter or something?”

He tried to suppress his grimace of… Well, disgust and horror were definitely in there. Mostly disgust, as though at a criminal perversion. Some scorn, and just a hint of irony. “If you like them so much, why run when one tried to give you a love bite?”

He growled, his white teeth showing a little under his curling lip, like a dog with its hackles up. “Listen, let me tell you something right now. Vampires aren’t [I]nice[/I]. They don’t sparkle in the sun and worry about their souls. If any do, they let themselves starve to death and good riddance.

“Do you know what one will do if it gets you? Blood only sustains for so long, like living off of Cheetos. To keep existing, to not crumble away slowly into oblivion, [I]real[/I] vampires will eat your soul. It will rip your soul out of its fragile shell and force it to die slowly inside of it. Imagine starving to death while someone laughs at you and slowly gnaws away at your arms and limbs. Until you’re nothing. Until you’re worse than nothing. And the only way out is if someone is stupid enough to try and kill it and actually succeed. And even then, all you get is the oblivion of release. And if your soul is used up first, then it’ll have to find another soul to keep, so its body won’t give in to death. And the best part? If you’re willing, it can just take your soul slowly, until you’re an empty shell, instead of all at once. That way you get to still be alive while you die from the inside out.”

He pinned her with a fierce look, one that suggested that he wasn’t exaggerating.

“And the trade-off? Demonic speed. They can practically vanish in the night. You’re not even safe during the day. Heat sensors won’t see them, because there is nothing to see. They can track you like a snake, and see even the slightest glimmer of light. They live indefinitely, and can take even small explosions and semis running over them. Your only hope is nailing one through the heart with pure silver, and I don’t know if you’ve ever held pure silver before, but it’s soft. So soft that in most cases it won’t even pierce the skin of an older one. So your other choice is to tear its head off and destroy it. If you don’t destroy the head and it touches the body, it may still put itself back together, but of course all this will make it hungry again. What sane person would want to hunt that?”

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Divinatas – Mar 1, 2010 at 4:18 PM

Faith was going to defend herself with righteous indignation! A [i]groupie[/i] was one of those nutballs that took make believe stories to extremes. Just because a woman enjoyed vampire pop culture and wrote books about sexy bloodsuckers, didn’t make her some sort of freak.

But he was on a rant. As he talked, the urge to yell back at him faded, quickly replaced with a silent consideration of his words. He had such a venom to his tone. You didn’t get that without personal experience. If she dared to try and explain that she wrote romantic fantasy about the very thing he hated with such a passion it’d be like… Like telling your Christian Mother that you enjoy listening to Satanic music cause you think it’s funny!

“Okay. I get it. Real vampires are nightmares. I’m seriously not going to go looking for them. …Regardless, I’m glad you were coincidentally driving by.” Faith was itching to debate. Not because she didn’t believe him about vampires, but simply out of pure selfish desire to justify what she did for a living. If he knew, would he throw her out of the car?

“My street is right there. It’s the house with the dogwood tree out front.”

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Masquerade – Mar 1, 2010 at 11:53 PM

Still radiating anger, he coasted into her driveway. He was so distracted by the thought of someone actually wanting to find vampires that he would wonder later how he managed to pull in without hitting anything, much less perfectly straight. Probably his awesome driving skills.

“Real vampires are more than nightmares. They’re terrors who wake you screaming in the night and haunt you even in the full light of day,” he told her seriously. He opened his door, slammed it shut, and cut around the front to open Faith’s door for her. Whether he was trying to be a gentleman or just getting rid of her was hard to tell.

“Stop reading those romance fantasy novels. Getting bitten is never nice, no matter who or what does it.” He had her hand in his and was just starting to get her to her feet when he shoved her hard, sending her sprawling back into the car. He slammed the door after her, narrowly missing her ankle, and leapt aside just as an inhumanly fast blur slammed into the door, making the whole car shudder and heave. There was a fleeting impression of blond hair and a feral snarl, and the attacker launched himself back into the yard.

Faith’s knight collided with her would-be date in midair, the two bodies twisting at impossible angles with the impact of it and disengaging almost as quickly. The knight came away the worse for it, with one side of his shirt ripped open at the waist, the black cloth sagging and showing raw, jagged tears in his flesh. His blond opponent licked his fingers with greed.

Suddenly, something landed on the roof of the car with a thump and launched itself back off, dark hair flying behind it. Faith could catch a quick glimpse of a t-shirt (“I <3 boys who sparkle") and designer jeans before the new assailant tackled her knight from behind. He twisted, trying to catch his new opponent, but the blond man darted forward and forced Cael to block on two fronts. He sent the female flying and grabbed the hair on the male's head, wrenching it back with bone-snapping force, only to whirl and grapple with the female, who came at him with a snarl. Cael growled his fury as the female came at him in a tangled mess of claws and teeth, digging for a purchase in his flesh with no method but plenty of spirit. He felt something sink into his neck and twisted, using the torque to throw her to the ground, where he stomped brutally on her chest. Her teeth and claws ripped free from his flesh, and he could feel her poisonous bite already coursing through his system, streaking even the blood that ran in generous amounts down his front. The fire started. She'd managed to bite his shoulder, and the agony began in the muscle there, only to find an outlet in his bloodstream. He wasn't sure if Faith would be able to see it from the car, but he knew what it would look like. Her black poison would color his blood as it spread, outlining each vein and vessel slowly, crippling his nerves as it went. Already the torture of it was making his arm spasm. A vampire's bite would not transform him, as common literature would have it, but vampires with poison, while uncommon, were not nearly rare enough. The two kinds were injected like a snakebite and spread through the blood: One with psychotropic (and sometimes addictive) euphoric effects, and the other that caused the nerves and brain to register a pain so intense that the victim would become crippled with it. This was the latter. Cael threw his head back and howled, doubling over in pain as each nerve in his body felt as though it were twisting under his skin and trying to rip from his body. He spasmed and buckled to the ground, trying through sheer force of will to force himself back up. There would be no helping it now. He'd lost too much blood and from the feel of it, the female had emptied a week's worth of poison into him in one go. By the car, the male stood from the ground, his head turned nearly a hundred and eighty degrees around and tilted at a gruesome angle. A pure white bone stuck out from his neck to brush his chin, and his eyes remained fixed in the car, mouth drawn in a lustful grin of anticipation. His hands reached up and righted his head, body turning as it settled the head back on with an audible click, as though setting straight a hat. He leaned forward and held one pale finger to his glistening red lips. "Shhh." He grinned at Faith through the window. The female was already righting herself, the gaping hole in her chest apparently not an issue. It all happened at once: The female rose, hands positioned to strike. The male started running, practically flying for Cael's prone form, just as Cael began to surge up from the ground. He came up at the female, his body rippling and finally phasing in mid-strike, just as the male reached him. His form exploded gracefully into that of a large wolf, something roughly the size of a mastiff, sleek and predatory, but with claws that gleamed oddly in the scant moonlight. The female went down, the wolf atop her, muzzle-deep in her flesh for only a moment before the male grabbed the wolf by the neck and used his momentum to slam it to the ground. The wolf rose again, large jaws snapping and snarling, coiled its powerful back legs and sprang. The vampire knocked the wolf's head away but couldn't escape the full momentum of the strike; the wolf managed to dig claws firmly into its stomach as it passed, and it was down only long enough to leap again from the ground, higher than before. The vampire turned and knelt to avoid the blow, but this was a fatal mistake. The wolf twisted in midair, form rippling for a moment into a twisting figure of bare skin and corded muscle somersaulting above the other man. Human arms reached down to grab the vampire's head, and then the wolf was back, snatching the vampire's head in its slavering jaws. It twisted, neck snapping again, and the vampire's hands beat almost too quickly to see against the wolf's head and face. The wolf snarled and shook its prey roughly. There was a moment, a small breath, while the wolf attempted to renew its grip on the thing in its mouth, and the vampire began to dart away, but not to be outdone, the wolf surged forward and, with a snap of its powerful jaws, crushed the vampire's head. It shook the body again, until the head was completely severed, and snapped it several times, destroying it utterly before spitting it out in apparent disgust. By now, the wolf was bleeding profusely. One eye was covered in blood, and heavy claw marks had ripped out hunks of fur and skin underneath. Several scratching crisscrossed its face, and as it turned toward the car it seemed to be limping on a front paw. Its tongue rolled out of its mouth and its head hung, ears down as though exhausted, and it limped closer to the car, whining faintly whenever its left paw touched the ground. After only five steps, it collapsed on its side with a noise like a person moaning. ==== Divinatas - Mar 2, 2010 at 12:59 AM [i]Horror[/i]. Pure horror is what she felt. What she should have done was scoot in to the driver's seat and speed off. But, much like watching a terrible car wreck, it was impossible for her to turn away. Faith had fumbled to lock the doors, sliding down in her seat to the floorboard of the car. She didn't want to [i]see[/i] but that guy was out there kicking, rolling, going to get eaten alive..! What she didn't expect was for that vampire, broken bones and all to grin at her and then a human turn to a [i]wolf[/i] fighting them off. Faith had sank down further to the floor, throwing her hands over her head and trying desperately to drown out the sounds with humming! There was a long moment of silence, where she finally pulled her arms down. There didn't seem to be a sound, until she heard groaning near the car. Slowly she leaned up to peek out the window and there on the ground was her driver. Faith reached for the lock, popping it up as she warily opened the door. Afraid something else might jump out, she glanced around carefully as she crawled out of the passenger's side on to the ground next to him. "Hey... Hey?" There was blood all over the place! He barely even looked alive, but she could see the pained moving of his chest as he breathed. Grimacing, she touched his face gently trying to see if he would wake. "Heeey...! You have to get up. I don't know if I should call the hospital!" A WOLF. Could he even go to the hospital?! ==== Masquerade - Mar 2, 2010 at 1:13 AM Eyes unfocused, the wolf gave a gentle whine, a half-hearted tail wag, and sighed, settling for licking Faith's hand. Its breath was hot but oddly sweet and crisp, like a warm autumn day. His teeth and claws had a pale silver luster. It struggled for a while, legs kicking uselessly for purchase in the grass, until it managed to right itself with another groan of effort. Shuddering, it shed the wolf form, proving to be, indeed, her driver, now kneeling on all fours on her lawn with nary a stitch of clothing on his well-muscled body. He lowered himself to the ground again more slowly, eyes fluttering with fatigue and pain. "No hospitals," he growled. "I just need... rest... few days." He gave her a pleading look with his uneven brown-and-blue eyes as his skin rippled, replacing him again with the large wolf. ==== Divinatas - Mar 2, 2010 at 1:19 AM "Okay! We can do that. No worries, no worries." MANY worries! She had a wolfman on her lawn. His shifting back and forth between forms was doing a number on her brain. Focus, woman! You were a Girl Scout! How was she going to get this wolf inside her house? He was as big as she was. Faith did move, trying to carefully get her arms around him, but she was so worried that he might have broken ribs or other bones she couldn't bring herself to try and lift him. "Um... Can you walk at all?" ==== Masquerade - Mar 2, 2010 at 1:30 AM Cael wanted to sleep so badly. His body was still screaming from the poison and the wounds, and it knew itself best. In order for his natural healing to kick in, he needed to sleep. It was practically forcing itself upon him. But he knew he was much heavier than he looked, and this slight woman would never be able to tow him indoors alone. If he stayed in the yard, chances were that a neighbor would call animal control in the morning, and he'd woken up in enough cages to know that he didn't like the experience. He dragged himself to his feet and plodded across the grass. His vision narrowed dangerously, and he nearly missed the steps up to her door, banging his snout painfully on the topmost stair. He made it as far as the hallway before his strength gave out again. He forced himself into a human shape with the last of his consciousness; he doubted she would know how to take care of a wolf, but a human physiology would be closer to her own. ==== Divinatas - Mar 2, 2010 at 1:43 AM With him in the house and now unconscious on her floor, Faith was rushing around trying to make sure all of the doors and the windows were shut and locked up tight. She wasn't sure if that was going to keep a vampire out, but surely she'd hear it if someone tried to break in. Now... what did she do with a bloody wolf- No, now he was a man again! That was a small bit of relief. First aid on humans was a lot less complicated than a furry wolf. In no time Faith had some hot water, a few wash rags and the kit out of her bathroom. Once she had him cleaned up (something that look longer than expected... all of that blood had her seeing double!) and bandaged so he wouldn't bleed to death, she fetched a pillow out of the bedroom to tuck under his head and a couple blankets to drape over his body. Afterwords, she fished a golf club out of her closet and settled herself down on the floor beside him. Leaning her back against the wall, Faith intended to keep watch all night. There was no way she would be able to sleep! ==== Masquerade - Mar 2, 2010 at 2:04 AM He dreamed of her. It had been years since that happened, but he supposed it was encountering another one of those creatures-- and worse yet, being bitten-- that triggered the memories. He'd thought they were happy, that he was making her happy. How could he have known that she found him repulsive, even inhuman? That she would give herself over willingly to a few seductive words and the promise of immortality? Because that was the one thing that he could not give her, although if he could have he would have done so simply because she asked it. He couldn't have known that she would come back only to use him. No, not him. Only the power he commanded. Her laughter and scorn haunted his dreams. When he woke, three days later and in broad daylight, he was still on the floor where he vaguely remembered collapsing. It was made marginally more comfortable by the presence of a slightly pink pillow and a flower-patterned comforter, things he definitely would not have chosen for himself. He'd been somewhat cleaned and bandaged, although from the feel of it his hair was still matted with blood. Grimacing with distaste, he pulled himself up from the floor and looked around. He could see Faith tapping away on a keyboard. Probably working or something, although it was wonder she hadn't come to her senses and called the police already. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but judging from his appetite it had been quite a while. Apparently unabashed of his own nakedness-- he had never felt as though he had something to hide-- he found the kitchen and ran cold water from the tap, bending over so he could drink directly from it until he was satisfied. He considered finding food, but although he might sometimes turn into an animal, he didn't enjoy going around smelling like one. He went through the rooms systematically until he found one with a shower and proceeded to run through not only Faith's hot water, but a good deal of her soap and shampoo. Even smelling like flowers was better than the stink of blood and death that was clinging to him now. Finally clean and now ravenously hungry, he dried himself off and wrapped the fluffy white towel he found on the bar around his lean waist, padding back out into the living room. Clean, he looked much better, and it was obvious that what were once grievous wounds had healed quite well. The bruises and mild scrapes had disappeared completely, and even the deeper cuts shone healthy and pink with new skin. The rest of him was an even tan that radiated good health. His body was lean and fit, limbs almost artistically long and graceful for such a tall man. He hadn't been able to find a razor, so the dark beginnings of a beard disrupted the otherwise boyish charm of his face. His eyes were bright, arctic blue disrupted with odd splotches of dark brown, spread unevenly so that one eye was almost entirely blue and the other nearly half brown. His sable hair was drying slowly, tousled from its recent treatment but now clean and smelling gently of honeysuckle. "I'm starving." ==== Divinatas - Mar 2, 2010 at 2:27 AM Faith was tired, but so engrossed in to her current task she never realized her house guest had removed himself from the floor and invaded her shower. Sitting on the living room floor with her hands quickly typing over a laptop sitting on the coffee table, she was busy digging up as much werewolf culture the internet had to offer. Wearing only a red cami top that was a size too small and a pair of pajama shorts, Faith was barely dressed. She paused while reading something on the screen, reaching up to twist messy brown hair off her shoulders and in to a pony tail. Whatever she was reading, she stuck her tongue out at and switched pages. "I'm starving." The response she gave was a startled scream followed by her snatching up her golf club to hold over her head like she was about to throw it! There on the ground there were a few other curious items. One of her kitchen knives, a can of bug spray, and one of handy candle lighters. She was ready for a fight. "You're awake!" Once she realized they weren't under attack, she was sheepishly lowering the golf club back to the floor. He looked... good! Healthy! Alive! Over the past few days she had been fixing his bandages and checking his wounds. Marveling over how fast they seemed to be healing. Now here he was right as rain and... wearing a towel. Faith realized she was eying him like some sort of hawk, and quickly turned green eyes away. Mumbling something under her breath about not being 'prepared', she scrambled off the floor back to her feet. "I'll make something to eat." She couldn't seem to help it. Now she was watching with one eyed closed and chewing on the inside of her cheek while she rest a hand on her hips. "You barely have a scratch on you now." ==== Masquerade - Mar 3, 2010 at 7:47 AM "One of the perks," he replied gruffly. He was having a hard time not staring her her frankly indecent getup. He didn't need his particularly keen eyesight to tell she wasn't wearing a bra. He wondered if she wore panties either, but wrenched his thoughts away from that track before he inadvertently gave himself away. He wasn't embarrassed about himself, but she was his hostess and it would be a poor way to repay her if he suddenly turned into the big bad wolf. Ice cold showers, he reminded himself sternly. Glaciers. Polar bears. He stiffened his expression until she was in front of him again, and had to keep his mind firmly on penguins when he realized that her thin shorts highlighted her hips and ass to their best advantage. Those weren't normally things that he noticed first, but she had particularly fine assets, he had to admit. As she rummaged for food, he peered over her shoulder. He hadn't been kidding when he said he was starving, and he had to stop himself from telling her that she didn't have to cook-- he'd eat things raw at this rate. But then he'd really be an animal, so while she pulled ingredients he snuck in behind her and grabbed what seemed to be half a bowl of leftover spaghetti and half a loaf of bread. As an afterthought, he took an entire container of orange juice. He seated himself at the table, which made the towel hitch dangerously high, and fell on the cold meal. If he was lucky, this would tide him over until she could cook something more substantial. Using slices of bread as scoops, he wasted no motion or even a drop of sauce. He only paused to take long droughts of the orange juice, and didn't even notice the faint growls of contentment he uttered as he eased the worst of his hunger pangs. While he ate, he kept one eye on his hostess. No reason he couldn't admire a little, right? ==== Divinatas - Mar 3, 2010 at 5:13 PM Faith was doing a pretty good job at not watching her guest like... some sort of creepy staring person. A like a vampire. Ha ha. She laughed in her head at her own joke, while she cut up a few vegetables along with pork to toss in to a hot pan. Breakfast food was way down on the bottom of her list on 'good eats'. Hopefully werewolves didn't have a problem with impromptu stir fry. That, along with a million other questions were dancing around in her head while stir the contents in the pan with one hand and tapped her fingers against her hip with the other. It wasn't like bringing home a date and having that awkward morning after. Nor could she treat it like a typical saved-by-a-stranger rescue. There was a vampire/werewolf battle in her front yard. On the brightside, she didn't think any of the neighbors saw it or she would of had cops at her door days ago. Now the real kicker was her own reactions! At first, she thought it he was going to die, but obviously Mister Sexy was setting at her table nearly swallowing cold spaghetti whole and occasionally casting her glances that she pretending not to see. Besides being terrified at the idea of walking out the front door, she was otherwise... not so freaked out. Was it because all writers were a little kooky to begin with? After she fed him and found him something decent to wear, he could go on home and- Nevermind, maybe she was still freaked out after all. The thought of him going home and her being alone when the world was crawling with gonna-eat-you vampires wasn't cool. How was she supposed to live without always wondering if the people she were talking to were gonna try and have her for a snack later? "Uh... So, not to sound obsessive or anything, just how common are vampires?" Might as well ask! ==== Masquerade - Mar 25, 2010 at 8:58 PM "Happily, uncommon enough for the most part. It's when they get weird upstart notions that they try to multiply. This teen vampire fad has them crawling out of the woodwork like worms, though. Tons of fresh meat begging to be consumed." He emphasized his point by, well, wolfing down the last of the bread. Not even near sated yet, he went to where Faith was still cooking and grabbed a knife from the block. How was he supposed to know that he was practically oozing manly sex from every pore? Acting quickly, he speared a bit of meat on the end of the knife and popped it in his mouth before Faith could protest. Although it should have been burning hot, he seemed unfazed. "Needs more salt." He hovered over her shoulder with interest, trying hard not to notice her distinct lack of clothing. It was probably something of a minor miracle that the only monsters who had tried to take her so far were the non-human ones. As far as he was concerned, she was positively delectable. "Any more questions, Miss Nose?" ====

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[Diocha] Trouble’s Legacy: A Guardian’s Heavy Burden!

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Title: Trouble’s Legacy: A Guardian’s Heavy Burden!
Number: 484
Date: Feb 2, 2009 at 3:14 AM
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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:14 AM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

[i]Siann’s Journal, Entry… new Journal!

I was arrested by the Fleet. Forced in to an undercover mission that failed. Captured by slavers. Rescued by a Jedi. Found out I have an older brother who is also a Jedi. Nearly eaten by an Alien. Chased by a bounty hunter. And now wanted by the Fleet as well as Gorren Tohrek, scourge of the galaxy.

I am never going to daydream about adventure ever again!

I guess I can’t complain. Eva is really nice and trying to show me self defense moves in case someone tries to attack me. Adam is really funny. He always makes goofy faces when Eva isn’t looking. I think he really likes her, but he changes the subject when I bring it up. Right now, we’re headed for a planet with this big long name I can’t even remember to find out what some guy knows about the latest Fleet gossip…? I don’t know! I hope we get to eat something tasty, though![/i]

Siann put away her palm compy when Adam’s voice echoed over the com system that they were about to land. The ship he picked up was a lot smaller than Eva’s, but there was enough comfortable room for her to hide and not get in anyone’s way.

When the ship was down and stable, Siann was bouncing up out of her seat to greet her new traveling bodyguards. “What are we going to do first? Can I help this time?”

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Ocha – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:28 AM

[b]Re: A Guardian’s Heavy Burden![/b]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva was happy. Yes she had lost her ship. Yes they were now on a very dangerous mission. Yes she was now protecting a very clueless young woman. Despite all of this Eva was happy.

Siann was smart and she was learning, not only about how big and scary the universe really was, and part of Eva was sad this had to happen, but also about self defense. Not that Eva was going to let the girl go off on her own anytime soon and Adam likely even longer.

Adam was very much himself. Eva had wondered if he would be trying to pull off his Longshot persona, but was very pleased that he was letting Siann get to know the real him. Eva found it much easier to deal with Adam when he was himself for that matter.

If it were not for the Fleet and Gorren Tohrek things wouldn’t be perfect, because Adam would find some other mission, and really, Eva wouldn’t want it any other way. There was so much to do in the galaxy.

But sometimes, just sometimes, she wished for a little peace and quiet just with him. Not that he’d let her take advantage of that.

These were the thoughts Eva was musing as Adam landed the ship. Patting his shoulder she got out of her seat and walked back to smile at Siann.

“We’re going to go find an old friend to talk to. Then, I don’t know. I’m not sure even I’m going to be that helpful, but we’ll see what happens.” There was something else, Eva was seeing in Siann a new person she could be herself around.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Feb 2, 2009 at 3:53 AM

[b]Re: A Guardian’s Heavy Burden![/b]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

“Everyone will have a part to play. Don’t you have a doubt about that.” Adam replied as he stepped out behind Eva. He didn’t seem to be wasting any time with preparation or instructions as he opened up the ship and led the way out.

The planet they landed on, Johiliaghyrudeth (of which most just called Johil) looked more like a friendly trade and residence planet than anything else. Ship docks were open air and sunny. Care takers and staff seemed to have friendly faces. Adam nodded to a few as he passed, going on down a dirt street towards rows of shops and houses.

He finally stopped outside a rugged looking little building and stepped inside. Little doilies and bits of clothing hung up on the walls and on wracks. With an old wrinkly man sitting behind a counter sipping a hot black liquid.

“What do you know, Joe?” Adam asked, leaning lazily on the counter.

“Too much, too much.” replied the old man, shaking his head. “Condors feed on little birds while the jackals still roam for prey. Even Johil now has problems with poaching, but no hunter can seem to step in to the forest. A wile man might try sugar. Though, sometimes you catch ants.”

Everything the old man spoke sounded like a bunch of gibberish, but Adam would nod, occasionally ask a question and the process would repeat again. At the end of the ordeal, Adam made a purchase before stepping outside to speak with Eva and Siann.

“He’s got something for me, but we’ll have to do a little favor for him first. Some farm hands outside of town are harassing people in the village, grabbing up women for wives and boys for work. No better than slave trading, I imagine. If we can figure out where they are, we can break it up.”
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Ocha – Mar 1, 2009 at 5:13 PM

[b]Re: A Guardian’s Heavy Burden![/b]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva always enjoyed watching Adam work when it came to undercover work for information. So she was in good humor when Adam told the two of them what was really going on.

“Sounds like a fair trade to me,” Eva said with a shrug. She then looked over at Siann. “Think you’d like to see the stop of some local slave trading?” Already Eva was making a mental inventory of what they had and likely what they wanted to take with them. A land cruiser would be helpful and perhaps clothing that made them look less like outsiders. Outsiders could be avoided, or so she assumed. If you’re raiding places for wives you didn’t want to get people more powerful then yourself upset.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – May 15, 2009 at 10:56 PM

[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

“I certainly don’t have anything else to do today!” Siann replied with good humor. Of course, she was occasionally cross about all of this recent trouble. But it sure felt better to be involved by choice rather than getting dragged out by force!
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[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam looked thoughtful as he rubbed his chin and looked between the two ladies. He and Eva had been on a number of missions where being undercover was a priority. In this case, they were going to need to find a way to find those renegade farmhands. Neither he nor Eva could blend in and pretend to be a local. Nor did Eva look like the sort of woman that could easily be grabbed. No matter how sweetly they tried to dress her.

Shaking the thoughts of dressing (or undressing) Eva out of his mind, he examined Siann. She looked like a local, talked like one, and though he hate to admit it… She would be so very easily picked up and hauled off by those unsavory types.

He cleared his throat. “I have an idea. Of course, this is entirely up to you, Siann. We need to hunt down those men, and we can do it with a little bit of questioning. But it’s far faster to follow the source…”

Siann blinked. “I have no idea what you mean.”

Coughing, Adam explained. “They are taking young ladies and boys. Eva and I are hardly young, where as you… You’d make a fine trap. We would be only feet away in case anything goes wrong s-”

“I’ll do it!”

“-o, you- …You’ll do it? Just like that?” Adam was surprised!

Siann just nodded. “Yes. I’m not actually going to fight with anyone, right? I want to be useful and not just dead weight dragged across the galaxy because you have to. As long as you promise no one will be all creepy with me!”

Adam couldn’t be sure if he were amused by her enthusiasm or worried about just how naive she was. But, he and Eva WOULD be right there. There would not be a problem. “All right. You can shop around town. Explore places. Be the opposite of safe and wary. Stray near suspicious people. We will be close, but out of sight. We’ll make sure you aren’t taken by the wrong people and when you are grabbed, don’t do anything that might get you hurt. As soon as we’re led to their home we will get you out.”

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Ocha – May 18, 2009 at 7:55 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]
“Here,” Eva said handing Siann some credits. “Try to make a few practical purchases if you can.” After all Eva wouldn’t have time to pick up supplies since they’d be watching Siann and the people around her.

Once Siann started to do her shopping Eva looked up at Adam. “I hope you don’t plan on making a habit of using her as bait.” Eva was aware of the fact that this was not Adam’s first choice. He didn’t agonize over it for long simply because it really was the quickest way to get to the bottom of this problem. As Siann wandered about as though she didn’t have a care in the world, Eva and Adam started watching those around them.

There were few aliens on this planet which was not unusual for a homestead system. Here in towns like this one was likely were the bulk of them were. Aliens could not automatically be discounted as part of the plot, but they were much less suspect then the local looking humans around them.[/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jun 22, 2009 at 11:38 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=954][b]Adam Longshot[/b]

Adam snorted. “If I had it my way, she’d be back home where she belongs.” He watched carefully as Siann wandered away further and further from them. If they tailed her too closely, it would be obvious she had someone following her. They needed to be subtle. When she was just nearly out of sight, Adam started walking. Staying close to the buildings, even occasionally stepping around a corner.

The people of this planet looked as if they lead good hearty lives. Lots of hard work, and from the looks of things there wasn’t any widespread poverty or starvation going on. A lot would turn their heads curiously at the strangers in town, but at first glance there didn’t seem to be anyone too suspicious…

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[dotted=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=182][b]Siann Acai[/b]

Practical purchases in mind, Siann was enjoying her part of the plan. All she had to do was shop! There was the urge to look around and see if anyone was chasing after her – how could she not? It was hard not to be nervous about danger when you spent the past few weeks going to jail, getting rescued, and being hunted. But for now, she knew Eva and Adam were watching, so she could relax just a bit.

Siann made a few useful purchases first. They needed food so that was the first stop. She liked how most of the places would deliver straight to the ship with all of the supplies. All she had to do was pay and tell them where the ship was docked. She was on her way to see about first aid supplies when she got distracted by the local flower cart. The local flora and fauna of this planet was… not all that impressive. But there was some imported greenery that looked pretty interesting.

She had been so distracted, that she didn’t even notice the man that approached until he took her by the shoulder. “So, y’like plants, missy? I could show ya a whole crop of foreign greens.”

Blinking, Siann carefully removed her arm out of his grasp. “Maybe another day. I have a lot of errands to run. But thank you for the offer.” He was pretty tall and covered in about three layers of dirt. He looked pretty much like every other person in town. Siann wasn’t sure if he was just hitting on her or what, but either way she probably had to resist or it would look suspicious, anyway.

“Aw naw, it won’t take a moment an’ I’ll even let ya have a two fer one deal!” This time he took her hand and gently pulled her down the street away from the flower cart.

“I wasn’t going to buy any plants today though.” replied Siann with a nervous, unsure tone. It was an honest reaction – she wasn’t sure the right way of playing bait, or what one was supposed to say to someone being friendly but not taking No for an answer!

“One look an’ you won’t know what hit ya!” he said.

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Ocha – Jul 14, 2009 at 6:17 PM

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=997][b]Teddy[/b]

“The lady said she wasn’t buying plants today,” a man said in a serious voice as he came into view. It was obvious from his accent he was well educated and while his cloths didn’t scream rich, they were nicer then most of the locals wore.

Theodore wasn’t looking for a fight. In fact if he thought there was going to be a fight involved he might have gone about this differently. The young man just saw a woman that looked like she was being harassed and thought he’d give her a chance to get out of it.[/dashed]

[dashed=http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=743][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva grinned this was looking promising. There was a very persistent vendor that was trying to take Siann away. Of course there was a chance he was just trying to get overly friendly with a pretty good. Either way the dirty man would get a lesson he wasn’t likely to forget.

“Where did he come from?” Eva would have sworn he wasn’t anywhere near Siann, but there he was talking to the vendor and trying to get between the bait and the animal![/dashed]

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Divinatas – Jul 18, 2009 at 5:56 AM

[bg=#2C0904][so=#68180B][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1826[/imga][b][i]Adam Longshot[/i][/b]

“All the scum in the universe and [i]now[/i] there’s a good Samaritan.” commented Adam. He ran his hand over his face, trying not to groan in annoyance. From the looks of it, he was some young man without a lick of common sense in the real world. He dressed too well to be a local, and nothing good ever came from a man trying to rescue a damsel. Adam knew from experience.
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[bg=#241E28][da=#6F6E61][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1868[/imga][i][b]Siann Acai[/b][/i]

Hey! This guy was going to ruin her trap! After all the nonsense she’d been through [i]now[/i] someone came to the rescue? Siann tried not to look annoyed.

“Would you please go away, I can handle this myself.” Siann tried to explain to the guy.

“Thas right. Ain’t gonna be ya business, now is it, boy? I’m thinkin’ she wants to come an’ see my plethora o’ goods!” replied the larger man. He hadn’t released Siann’s arm, and now he was pulling her around the interrupter to continue on their way.

“I can walk for myself, you know!” Siann complained as he pulled her along![/da][/bg]

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Ocha – Oct 16, 2009 at 7:42 PM

[dash][b]Teddy[/b]

“Plethora of goods?” If anything sounded like a dirty come on, it was that. Theodore was sure the girl really had no idea what this man was really after. She likely thought she was just going to get a good bargain on some plants. Well if that was the case, Teddy could indeed ruin his day. “If your goods are all that good, I might be interested. I am in need of a house warming gift and flowers really are the best kind.”[/dash]

[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

“This isn’t good. If that IS one of the kidnappers, he might just take our young white knight as well you know Adam.” Eva was more then prepared to call this a failed plan and pull Siann out of the situation. That was till a large transport stopped in the street in front of them and their line of sight of the two youths and the would be kidnapper.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Oct 29, 2009 at 6:25 PM

[bg=#241E28][da=#6F6E61][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1868[/imga][i][b]Siann Acai[/b][/i]

“You know, that’s not a goo-”

“Ha ha ha! Do ya indeed? Well then, boy, why [i]doncha[/i] jus tag along then?” He wasn’t letting go of Siann’s arm, but it looked like he wasn’t leading them too far away. Only a few paces down he stopped in front of a door on the side of what looked more like a shack then a building. Siann had been trying to subtly signal to the other guy to get lost, but stopped when they paused at the door. This was supposed to be a plant nursery?

“Here ya are! Now how abou’ you two go on in there an pick out somethin’ purdy?” he pushed Siann through the door first.

She didn’t get farther than two steps before her nose hit a wall, but before she could back up, in came that interrupter right behind her! There was hardly enough room for herself, let alone someone else! As soon as Teddy was through the door, there was a SLAM and the close of a latch. Just as suddenly, the whole thing tilted, leaving Siann to yelp as she was on her back and with some dummy on top of her!

Well… at least she found those kidnappers!
[/da][/bg]

[bg=#2C0904][so=#68180B][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1826[/imga][b][i]Adam Longshot[/i][/b]

“Indeed.” he was muttering in reply to Eva. He was already moving to intervene, but when the transport landed, he had to back up to their hiding space again.

The transport had only landed for a few moments, but by the time it took off… Siann and the white knight were gone!

Adam let out a heavy sigh, probably with a wave of curse words under his breath. Until he stopped! Now too far down the street, there was that good. Behind him he was pulling a large metal crate on wheels. It was large enough to fit in a person or two. …but it could have been a diversion.

“Looks like we’ve hooked a fish.”
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Ocha – Dec 26, 2009 at 12:27 PM

[dash][b]Teddy[/b]

Being all but pushed into the building, Teddy was about to object to being manhandled when he ran right into the girl. He didn’t get more out then a sound of confusion before he found himself on top of the girl. Not that he was putting the moves on her or anything. It was as if their world had been tipped, which in reality it had been since they seemed to be in nothing more then a small box.

It took a moment to figure out what was going on, but when he did he groaned. “This is not how I wanted my trip to go,” he muttered, mostly to himself, but obviously Siann heard it since he was muttering almost right into her ear. Why didn’t he learn from all his parents stories? The moment you attempt to help others, their problems become yours, and while he did not mind that, his parents stories had far too much adventure in them. Teddy could only hope this was a gross misunderstanding that would be cleared up shortly and thus the most exciting thing to happen to him on his trip! He doubted it, but he could hope.[/dash]

[dash][b]Eva Starflare[/b]

Eva did not believe in bad luck, or good luck, only the force. Though sometimes she did wondered. This was one of those times. The transport blocking their view seemed like bad luck, since now instead of just tracking where Siann was being taken by those kidnappers there was a second person that needed rescuing too and if Eva was to be any kind of judge, the young man was not a local.

Eva watched the man with the metal crate walk by and nodded. That man looked far too proud of himself if he had simply got a sale, and since Siann was no where to be seen, there was only one explanation.

Touching Adam’s arm, the dark hair woman grinned. “I think it’s time to reel them in.” Now instead of waiting, they could track this guy back to his base of operations, and shut down the whole thing. Eva would be very happy to teach these bastards a lesson.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Feb 9, 2010 at 11:21 AM

[bg=#241E28][da=#6F6E61][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1868[/imga][i][b]Siann Acai[/b][/i]

“Then you should have minded your own business! I have this entire situation under control!” Though, at the moment she was the one [i]under[/i]. Huffing, Siann shifted, giving a lot of poking and proddings until she had the man shifting over to the side so he was no longer on her. Now it was a very awkward position of laying side by side, made all the more uncomfortable by the jostling of the box itself. It seemed their kidnappers didn’t really care about what shape they were in. Adam was going to be furious with her. They weren’t supposed to get any civilians involved and put in danger. Now she had to babysit this guy!
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[bg=#2C0904][so=#68180B][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1826[/imga][b][i]Adam Longshot[/i][/b]

Adam had a small device in his hands. As he and Eva stepped out from their hiding spot, out on to the street, he tapped one of the buttons a few times. It gave a soft [i]blip[/i] noise before lines of numbers started scrolling across the screen.

He cast a smirk over at Eva. “Tracker works. Lets get to the ship. We don’t want them to catch us following. As long as Siann keeps the system on her, we’ll be able to drop in on them the moment they stop moving. …Hopefully right in the middle of the fish pond.”[/so][/bg]

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Diocha] Elswen Timewarp

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Title: Elswen: The Time Warp
Number: 837
Date: Nov 2, 2009 at 6:53 PM
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Ocha – Nov 2, 2009 at 6:53 PM

Autumn Manor was empty. Sasha had been living alone there for years now. Kendal had moved, and Harrison was no longer working for her and her family. The details were all sorta murky and unimportant. No one came to the manor unless they wanted the witch to do something for them. Not that people of Elswen had ever ventured up the hill very often in the town’s history.

Upon waking Sasha wrapped herself in a worn out looking house coat and walked down the stairs, careful to avoid the step that needed repair. Much of the manor needed repair. It would likely be condemned if it were in the middle of a neighborhood.

Passing a dusty mirror, the witch of Elswen paused and looked at her reflection. “What’s wrong with you girl? You don’t mope around!” This was all so stupid. What was she doing just hiding from the world up here in her family’s home? Using the sleeve of the house coat, Sasha dusted off the mirror and with her hands on her hips looked at herself. “Look at you, look at this place, there needs to be some major work done around here!”

With renewed spirit, Sasha made her way into the kitchen and looked at the radio. It hadn’t worked in years. Best to start with little things. Rubbing her hands together she bespoke the spirits of gadgets and the airwaves and after a few moments there was static, and then the familiar voice of Elswen’s favorite DJ!

There was a voice she missed. How could she have missed one morning let alone… well she couldn’t recall how long it had been. Sasha frowned to herself. It didn’t matter, she wasn’t going to dwell on the past.

Or so she thought as she started eating her breakfast and listened to the morning show. Slowly though she realized that she did want to revisit the past sorta. It would be good to get out of the house, and even if Aidan was now married, he’d always been a good friend.

That decided Sasha. Once she was done eating she headed back up stairs. Her wardrobe was horrid! What had she been wearing all these years? It took digging around in some old chests but Sasha finally got a cute skirt and sweater outfit. Looking at her hair, she made a decision that it was time to get rid of the grey! It took a few tries before she got a lighter red then her old color that looked good on her.

Feeling refreshed and like her old self, Sasha decided that the town did not need to know she was out just yet and would not take Lord Luck out. Instead she made a gateway, and found herself leaving her study, and entering the hallway of the radio station.

Hoping things hadn’t changed too much she headed down to where Aidan’s office use to be. It looked just about the same. Smiling she sat down in his chair and waited.

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Divinatas – Nov 2, 2009 at 10:26 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

“And that’s it for today’s show. We’d like to thank out guests for paying us a visit. Don’t forget to tune in next week when we have fame Alien Psychologist, Doctor Haldruid Amberstein.” Bing! Aidan pulled off his headset and ran his fingers through his hair. What a morning. Sometimes their guests were a little weird, but.. they always were.

But what had him all unsettled was… everything else.

As he rose out of his chair, greeting the next guy to go on with a friendly grin, Aidan was still trying to figure out why his life just wasn’t quite fitting. It’s like he rolled out of bed and put on the wrong shoes.

In the employees lounge, he grabbed himself a cup of coffee and blinked wearily at his reflection in one of the mirrors. There were a few crinkles around his eyes, a little grey at his temples. That didn’t bother him. Getting old was a part of life. He had been woken up by two very rowdy kids and a big fluffy dog. That hadn’t bothered him too much either. Aidan loved his children, there was no doubt about that. Going downstairs to kiss his wife on the cheek, then it was starting to feel odd. Rebecca was as beautiful now as the day he met her – …when did he meet her again? Was it on the show? At the park…?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he was. Their wedding day, when they bought the houses. Their children. It all just… kinda frittered away in his brain unable to be visualized.

Now, he was shrugging a shoulder, chocking it up to old age. Rebecca had said this morning that he was eating too much sugar and it was bad for his health.

As Aidan walked in to his office, at first he didn’t notice the woman there. But as the familiarity registered, Aidan broke in to a wide smile. [i]This[/i] was someone he remembered perfectly. Sasha Novellino. The woman he had sworn up and down that he was going to marry someday.

…weird how life turns out. He couldn’t remember when that all changed.

“Good Mornin’! Always makes my day to see a pretty face.”
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Ocha – Nov 2, 2009 at 11:01 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

Sasha had been sitting in Aidan’s chair with what those closest to her would refer to as her customer smile. It was polite but she held herself in reserve. Her whole body had in fact conveyed the fact that she was holding herself back when he first entered, but with just one smile Aidan melted away that control as she got up smiling back at him.

“After all these years you’re still a flatterer,” she walked over so she was right in front of him. “I enjoyed your show.” No, not all the control was gone if Sasha was to be fully impulsive she would have given him a hug right then and there, but she had to remind herself that he was married and well they hadn’t seen each other in years it would be awkward!

Except it didn’t feel like years. More then that though was she didn’t know why he was married to someone else. What had happened. “You’re looking well.” Sasha kept her hands clasped in front of her less she did something foolish.

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Divinatas – Nov 2, 2009 at 11:59 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

Scratching his head, Aidan sat down in his chair with a lopsided grin. Why was it, that he could remember things like taking Sasha out to the docks for oyster stew, or getting locked in the basement on Halloween, but he couldn’t even recall his wife’s maiden name? He glanced at one of the pictures on the desk. It was him, Rebecca and the kids on a vacation he didn’t remember taking.

Aidan leaned back in his chair, taking a big gulp of his coffee. “Do I? Don’t quite feel myself today. Got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. How about you? What angel decided to bless me with a visit this morning?”
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Ocha – Nov 3, 2009 at 12:09 AM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

Sasha tilted her head with a smirk. “Funny you should say that, I feel like I just got out of a funk. Do you realize I barely have left the manor since,” she paused. “I suppose since your wedding.” The redhead frowned slightly. “You know, it’s funny, I know I was a bride’s maid, but …” She shook her head. “Never mind that.”

Still with a playful smirk on her lips she put her hands behind her back. “Unless of course the coffee here has improved over the years, how about you treat me to coffee?” Sasha should have been ashamed of herself asking a married man to buy her coffee, but it was Aidan. Surely he was worth all sorts of exceptions. “You can catch me up on all the amazing things you’ve been up to.”

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Divinatas – Nov 3, 2009 at 8:24 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

Sasha was a bridesmaid at his wedding? He really [i]was[/i] forgetting a lot.

Looking down at the cup of coffee he had, he grimaced. Nope, the coffee was just as bad as ever. Aidan was more than happy to rise from his seat and retrieve his jacket from a hanger.

“Coffee sounds great, actually. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a decent cup of coffee.” Yes he can! …well, that “last time” must have been at least twenty years ago. He had talked Sasha in to joining him for lunch and they discussed why you never saw male faeries flying around. He could clearly recall trying to argue that brownies couldn’t be considered faeries, but he had no idea what he did last year for his birthday.

“All right, how about some donuts with that coffee?”
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Ocha – Nov 3, 2009 at 9:53 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[dash][b][u]Sasha Novellino[/u][/b]

“Donuts sound great. Guess that means we’re going to Tiny’s Bakery,” Sasha said with a smile that once more turned as confusion rippled briefly across her face. “Tiny’s still open? I can’t remember the last time I went out.”

As she walked out of the office and down the hall she shrugged. “I guess I haven’t been out much of anywhere lately.” That got her thinking, she realized she hadn’t done much of anything since Aidan got married. In fact, other then that blaring fact, everything was somewhat mushy as to her motives and reasons for anything.

Going into the elevator, Sasha stood next to Aidan, her hand briefly brushing his.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Nov 4, 2009 at 7:23 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

“I’m pretty sure Tiny’s is still open.” He was going to say he hadn’t been anywhere either, but surely he had to of been. Her hand brushed his and his fingers moved instinctive to take her hand – but he had to suddenly stop himself. What the hell was he doing? He was a married man, for god’s sake! Five minutes with an old flame and suddenly he was out of control?

Aidan forced himself to distance a step or two away as the elevator stopped at the bottom floor and they stepped out. Yet, he did gave that half grin as he always did, despite the thoughts running through his head. Off day indeed. He really needed some food and coffee in him!
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Ocha – Nov 4, 2009 at 9:41 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[dash][b]Sasha Novellino[/b]

For a moment Sasha got the feeling that Aidan was purposely trying to keep his distance from her, and for that brief moment she was a bit hurt. Aidan had always done the opposite if anything. With that smile of his though Sasha realized she was overanalyzing things and gave a slight smirk as they walked out the elevator, across the lobby and then outside.

The air was cold as they walked outside. This seemed to surprise Sasha almost as much as everything else. For some reason she had thought it would be a warm sunny day. Instead it looked like rain was threatening.

“I guess we don’t want to casually stroll if we don’t want to get wet.”[/dash]

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Divinatas – Nov 17, 2009 at 2:24 AM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

(11:57:30 PM) Aidan: The first thing Aidan thought of was Sasha covered in rain water and the way her shirts would cling to her skin. This was unacceptable for a married man, so he tried to replace the thought with his wife and… it just wasn’t coming. He couldn’t even picture his own wife with ease? Aidan coughed, nodded quickly as he took Sasha’s hand for the two of them to briskly walk down the sidewalk.
(11/17/2009 12:02:02 AM) Sasha: Sasha didn’t really think twice as Aidan took her hand instead she just made sure to match his pace, which was really second nature. They got across the street and were walking down the block when the clouds finally burst open. “Never had a chance did we?” She was talking about getting wet, but then realized that was all she meant!
(12:07:56 AM) Aidan: “It always comes down faster than you realize.” he replied, taking a look outside. Aidan had never thought himself to be superstitious, but something about today just seemed like bad news. Shaking it off with a sigh, he cast a wide grin at Sasha. “So what are you in the mood for today?”
(12:11:02 AM) Sasha: Sasha answered Aidan’s smile with a smirk. “we can start at Tiny’s and see where the day takes—“. The thunder roared at them.
(12:18:07 AM) Aidan: Bad omens. “All this rain, I’d say hot chocolate is in order. I think they’re having a special on soup today…” He hadn’t seen Sasha in years, was this why? Bad thoughts and feelings he shouldn’t of been having. Clearing his throat, he was the first up to the counter, ordering for the both of them and knowing exactly what Sasha was interested in that day simply by the expression on her face.
(12:28:26 AM) Sasha: Perfect. Then again Aidan usually knew what to order for her on a day like this. “I’m almost glad the weather turned.” At least she thought it was a turn in the seasons.
(12:30:41 AM) Aidan: “Can’t say it looks all that friendly.” He waited patiently as their order was brought up, paid and took the tray over to one of the tables. He picked a place in the corner of the building, away the window where they would usually sit and look outside. Today, he didn’t think he wanted to be in full view of the world. Almost like he was sneaking around and afraid his wife would find out. But… they were just having some lunch?
(12:46:29 AM) Sasha: Lunch was perfectly harmless. Sitting Sasha sipped her cocoa. “Of the weather dried ip we she go to the park.”. Wait shouldn’t he do that with his kids. And wife. Bother.
(12:49:06 AM) Aidan: Aidan was also thinking of his wife and kids. Kids he didn’t even recall the name of. THAT in itself wasn’t sitting well with him. He was sure there wasn’t anything more important to him than his own kids! Aidan sat down his spoon, looking suddenly serious. “Has this morning been… odd for you?”
(12:53:22 AM) Sasha: “Odd?” Sasha tilted her head. “I…I really don’t know. I mean of feels like I woke up from sort of dream.”. She then looked around.
(1:04:55 AM) Aidan: “Or still dreaming.” Aidan sighed, finally giving a shrug and a halg grin. “Sorry. Guess I’m not feeling myself today. Woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning.”
(1:09:28 AM) Sasha: “Aidan I wonder if…” “Aidan there you are. I went to the station but they said you already left.” And there was Aidan’s lovely bride looking all sweet,except when she looked at just who Aidan was lunching with. “A surprise to see you out Sasha.” And she gave the red head witch a smile.
(1:11:11 AM) Aidan: “Rebecca.” Aidan stood, leaning to give his wife a kiss on the cheek, because that is what you did when your wife arrived! She was lovely, and attractive. Not unexpected but… Aidan coughed. “We were just catching up on old times. Would you like to join us?”

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Ocha – Dec 11, 2009 at 10:20 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[dash][b][u]Sasha Novellino[/u][/b][u][/u]

“Of course,” Rebecca said and if she was giving Sasha an odd look or three it was understandable in the fact that it seemed Sasha had not been out in years.

“I was just asking Aidan about his kids,” Sasha lied. As she spoke she put her parsley on Aidan’s plate. It was a habit she picked up a while back after noticing that he’d occasionally chew on a bit after dinner. Not that he needed more, but it seemed amusing to Sasha when she first did it. “How old are they now?”

“Eight and ten,” Rebecca replied after looking surprised at the question. It was a normal enough question Sasha though.

“So young still,” Sasha said more out of needing to say something.

“We waited to have children so that Aidan could concentrate on his career.”

“Oh,” suddenly all sorts of warning bells went off in Sasha’s head. His career? Aidan loved his job, was great at it, that was the reason he was asked to MC the benefit dinner last night after all, but he would never put his job ahead of his family!

Wait, last night? No, that couldn’t be right, she had driven him back to his place and, no, she must be losing it.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Dec 12, 2009 at 9:59 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[bg=#26232A][so=#414D59][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1870[/imga][b][u][i]Aidan MacGregor[/i][/u][/b]

Concentrate on his career. He was a morning show radio DJ, there was no way it’d stop him from having kids with Sa- With his [i]wife[/i]. This was starting to give him a headache.

Settling in his seat with Rebecca sitting next to him, the entire scene was decidedly uncomfortable. It was like getting caught red handed doing something you shouldn’t – and worse, wishing you had a few more minutes wife free to finish what you were doing.

“I guess… waiting was the better idea for us.” Guessed. Because he could not remember any sort of conversation about children.

“Now uh… What have you been up to lately, Sasha?”
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Ocha – Dec 12, 2009 at 10:14 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

[dash][b][u]Sasha Novellino[/u][/b]

Had the world gone mad, or just her? Sasha looked at the happy couple and realized that she couldn’t even rely on that. Aidan looked stressed and Rebecca, well she didn’t know her but she looked like she was hiding some irritation. Or at least Sasha was pretty sure she didn’t know Rebecca, even if she was a maid of honor. Why was she a maid of honor? Sasha couldn’t even recall their wedding.

“What I’ve been doing?” Sasha said slowly stalling on the question. What had she been doing?

“Now Aidan you shouldn’t ask her uncomfortable questions like that. It’s amazing she’s even in town, and looking better then I expected too.” Rebecca said sweetly as she patted Aidan’s hand.

That was it, Sasha didn’t know what the hell was going on, but she knew one thing for certain. She did NOT like Rebecca, and it had everything and nothing to do with Aidan.

“You should know, I’m full of surprises,” then Sasha stood up.[/dash]

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Divinatas – Jan 2, 2010 at 6:02 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

(12:48:42 AM) Diana: Aidan, though still uncomfortable, couldn’t help but give a half smile at Sasha being full of surprises. She had been since the day they had met. He finally cleared his throat, also rising from his chair. "You’re not leaving already, are you, Sasha? There’s so much we have to… catch up on." Catch up, figure out, remember… It was complicated.
(12:52:55 AM) Ocha: By this point Rebecca had already stood and was trying to not look unpleased with Aidan, but the sour expression was coming through.
"I know, but I just sorta burst in on things today. It will be better planned next time." Sasha then went over and hugged Rebecca. "It was good to see you…" Oh yes, it was good to meet the enemy. Then because since she hugged the wife it wouldn’t at all be unproper to now hug the husband, Sasha did so. "Take care," was the words that were heard by everyone else, but Aidan’s ears got the whisper "Be careful." Then Sasha stood back from him still smiling politely.
(12:55:12 AM) Diana: Be careful. When Sasha told him to be careful… Aidan nodded, casting her an easy smile. But it wasn’t his normal carefree one. It was a bit worried. "Until next time. It was good to see you." He finally turned to his wife, heaving a heavy sigh. Moreso at himself than her. He should be happy to see his own wife! "How was your day, Rebecca?"
(12:57:32 AM) Ocha: "Til next we meet," the red head witch said as she turned and left, between her fingers was now a piece of Aidan’s hair she picked off his shirt when she hugged him.
Rebecca watched Sasha leave before she turned to Aidan. "It was good. That is until I found you not at the station!"
(1:00:55 AM) Diana: "Ah, yeah…" he replied, scratching her head in embarrassment. "I guess I should have called?" He wasn’t used to having to call someone when he was going to be late. Sasha had always seemed to know when he was going to show up and when he wasn’t! Aidan cleared his throat again. "I uh… hrrm. I’m not feeling to well today, Rebecca, how about we head home?"
(1:03:27 AM) Ocha: "I think that would be an excellent idea." Even though outside it had been storming, by the time they headed out of the shop it had stopped raining, even if it was not clear. Their was also a biting chill to the air that seemed unseasonable, or was it? It was sorta hard to tell what time of year it was.
Meanwhile at a park, Sasha was watching people. Everyone seemed somehow not real and it bothered her. She was either loosing touch with reality or reality had lost touch… and that’s when it hit her… where was Cloud?
(1:11:06 AM) Diana: Aidan didn’t offer her his arm or his hand like he might have done with Sasha. It just seemed… wrong. Wrong with his WIFE, of all people. Instead it stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking along and eyeing the weather. Everything about Elswen looks exactly the same. Like it hadn’t changed for years. It was just… lacking all that charm and personality that he loved about it. Those little things most people took for granted. "Did you have a good day today?"
(1:14:50 AM) Ocha: "Yes, you already asked me that," she said. "You seem distraught. I know what it is, it’s seeing HER." They continued walking in the direction of home. The cute little house he had woken up in with the white picket pence in the cookie-cutter neighborhood. "I don’t think it’s a very good idea for you to just start having coffee with her Aidan. I mean, people will talk." Rebecca said it trying to sound very logical.
Cloud was somewhere, but for some reason it was as though she was trying to call to a sleeping mind, but not. It was confusing, but it was making Sasha feel better about her own perspective. She at least wasn’t going crazy. Now it was time to make sure Aidan was safe.
(1:18:44 AM) Diana: "Did I?" He hadn’t even realized he repeated the same question. It was disorienting. Aidan took a good look at "their" house. As nice as it was, it just didn’t feel right. Like he didn’t get a say in the matter. Sometimes he had opinions of his own. "No, no, it wasn’t her. I’ve been feeling a little off all day. Since I woke up. I work at the Morning Show, never did care about people thinking I’m weird." He cast her a weak smile.
(1:22:22 AM) Ocha: Rebecca frowned. "Aidan, I’m serious. Think about your family!"
Sasha was looking at the bird in her hands with surprise. Sure she was a powerful witch with a long line of witches, wizards, shamans and assorted oddfellows, but she should have needed to do more then think about what sort of creature she wanted to create to track Aidan for her, but there it was, a happy blue bird. "Well, I shouldn’t look a giftbird in the mouth." And she sent the bird off into the sky.
(1:26:31 AM) Diana: "Now, woman, I always think about my family." THAT made him a bit mad. There was nothing more important to him than the people he loved. His wife should know that after this many years. "People talk. That’s not something we should ever have to worry about."
(1:31:24 AM) Ocha: Rebecca looked frustrated to say the least as the walked through the living room. "I’m… I’m just saying I’d feel better about this if … um… if it wasn’t so… Look, I just feel uncomfortable with the idea of you seeing her by yourself." In their bedroom, on the outside ledge was a happy blue bird singing despite the rain that had started once more.
(1:33:30 AM) Diana: Aidan was looking at the bird while he scratched the back of his head. He couldn’t believe they haven’t had this conversation before. If they had… he couldn’t believe he hadn’t put his foot down! "Rebecca, you are my wife. She isn’t. But she IS my friend. I won’t push Sasha out of my life."
(1:39:30 AM) Ocha: "Who you haven’t seen in years," she reminded him in a very cold way. "Maybe you should take a nap while I fix dinner." Rebecca snapped her fingers by her side and Aidan indeed felt sleepy.
(1:42:46 AM) Diana: Pinching the bridge of his nose, he shook his head a bit. He didn’t want to take a nap, they had things to discuss. "That’s not a good idea. We need to talk about this. There’s no reason to be jealous, I would never cheat on the woman I married!"
(1:48:51 AM) Ocha: "No, of course you wouldn’t Aidan. You’re a loyal man." Rebecca was heading to the door though and Aidan had found himself sitting on the bed. "Now I’m going to fix dinner." Outside the bird had stopped singing and was looking in the window. Then it tapped the window with it’s beak.
(2:04:23 AM) Diana: Sitting on the bed, Aidan cast the bird another look before he tilted back in an exasperated flop. He was tired, but this woman was frustrating him to all hell! It took a minute before he could force him to roll and reach an arm out to the window and open it up for the bird.
(2:06:50 AM) Ocha: The bird hopped over to Aidan, moving it’s head up and around to look at him before hopping close enough to touch the DJ. It could have been the lights, but not likely in Elswen, but the bird seemed to fade for a moment at the same time Aidan seemed to feel less tired. It chirped inquiringly at him.
(2:08:33 AM) Diana: Leaning up on his elbows he eyed the bird a second time. "This house isn’t right. I’m starting to think this isn’t where I’m supposed to be." He answered, whether the bird asked him a question or not. "I just… Need to figure out what’s going on here."
(2:12:04 AM) Ocha: At this the bird fluttered it’s wings flying half way to the door then back to Aidan a few times.
Meanwhile at the park, Sasha had her eyes half closed under a tree, not in the least concerned with the rain or being wet. She was trying to have her mind at two places at once, one being the past, and wasn’t even worried about her surroundings.

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Ocha – Jan 5, 2010 at 9:53 PM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

At first Sasha was a bit annoyed with how her memory wandered. She wanted to try to remember most recently, but instead of what happened yesterday, or last week she once again was reminded of the benefit dinner.

With a deep breath Sasha relaxed. If her subconscious was brining this up instead perhaps there was a clue to the current detachment of today’s events.

Aidan had been asked to MC the twentieth anniversary of the People Helping Folks Coalition. It was a charity organization that helped disenfranchised peoples. What was known, but never discussed is that it didn’t discriminate against non-human people in it’s work. That night though people would be coming out in their fineries having made a donation to come to the dinner.

There were going to be a lot of people making speeches and Aidan’s job was to make sure people didn’t end up falling asleep of course. Sasha had no doubts in his talent, but the DJ wanted a friendly face in the crowd. Sasha was not inclined to refuse and despite what Kendal wanted to say, it was not a date. After all you couldn’t consider something like this a date if someone was working!

That night Sasha was wearing a strapless blue-green gown that she was not uncomfortable with. At least not until she overheard Kendal making a comment to Aidan while she was grabbing her purse from the couch. Why did her sister have to inform him that she needed help with the back buttons to take it off! No, Sasha knew exactly why and she was going to have to strangle Kendal later for that.

Aidan though looked very good in his tux. Not that Sasha was unaware that he cleaned up nicely. They’d taken his truck into town and it surprised Sasha to learn that Aidan had been preparing for the event most of the day with things like dress rehearsal.

The event itself wasn’t dull, but in large part that was due to Aidan’s efforts and she made sure to smile at him every time he looked her way from the stage. By the end of the evening everyone was in agreement that it was a success.

With most the dinner guests gone, Aidan finally got to sit down with Sasha, and a few other people as they discussed the benefit and relaxed with a bit of wine. Sasha even took off her shoes under the table. At one point it was only Aidan and herself at the table and the DJ was wearing his long day. “You look exhausted. I can’t believe the station is going to expect you in the morning,” she had said while she had reached over and started rubbing the back of his head. Sure it was likely to make him want to sleep more, but she was already planning on offering to drive him back to his place.

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Divinatas – Jan 20, 2010 at 5:46 AM

[b]Re: The Time Warp[/b]

(3:08:44 AM) Diana: Aidan’s plan to figure things out didn’t quite go as he had planned. One moment he was muttering to a bluebird and the next he was waking up in bed again. He must not have been asleep for too long, for it was afternoon still. He could smell something pleasant from the kitchen. …and was trying to remember what he had been thinking about before he laid down!
(3:11:56 AM) Ocha: Downstairs Rebecca had two plates set for lunch and did not look surprised when she saw him come in still a bit bed wraggled. The only odd thing seemed to be the fact that the curtains were tightly shut.
(3:14:50 AM) Diana: Rubbing his hands over his face, he dropped in to a chair. He had actually been expecting to see Sasha, but he got the feeling bringing that up was going to be more trouble than it was worth. …that’s right. Didn’t they have a fight about Sasha? He hadn’t seen Sasha in years, why was that… No, he just saw her this morning. Aidan picked up one of the glasses filled with juice and took a thoughtful sip. "Why’s the curtains shut up so tight?"
(3:17:27 AM) Ocha: "Oh, um… They’re a bit dirty. You weren’t suppose to notice till I cleaned them." she tried to smile casually. "Eat up before it gets cold."
(3:19:49 AM) Diana: When had he ever cared about dirty windows! With a slight frown he ate, but he was watching his WIFE like a hawk. Aidan never thought of himself like any grand detective or judge of character. But she was acting funny. After swallowing another bite and lifting up his glass, he tried a comment. "I was thinking I might visit some old friends today…"
(3:21:49 AM) Ocha: "Who would you want to visit?" Rebecca looked surprised and suspicious. She had even set down her spoon to look at him
(3:25:14 AM) Diana: "Some old friends. Maybe coworkers, college mates…. You know, I don’t think I’ve spoken to Kendal Davidson in ages." Kendal was Sasha’s sister, but did his wife know? It was irritating to think he couldn’t remember whether or not his wife knew his girlfr- Sasha’s sister! "I feel the need to wander around town. A little restless."
(3:28:56 AM) Ocha: "Davidson?" Rebecca asked as she tried to recall the name but couldn’t quite do it. "but… It’s already getting on in the afternoon and the kids will be home soon and I’m sure they’ll want you to help with their homework and…" the rain outside got harder and thunder rolled again.
(3:33:47 AM) Diana: "You can help them, can’t you? I think today I’d like to step out for myself." Aidan finished up lunch quick and rose from his chair. Rain or not, he wasn’t feeling too comfortable in this house. "I’ll just have a nice long chat with Kendal about her family, and be back later, all right?"
(3:37:23 AM) Ocha: There was a slight defeated look on Rebecca’s face. "Dont miss dinner." When he did get to the door she did say one more thing. "I do hope you recall where she lives dear."
(3:39:44 AM) Diana: Aidan cast her a half smile and gave her a salute. "She’d be in one of three places, I am sure of that." Before he grabbed his jacket off the coat wrack and stepped outside. And it just so happens, one of those three places is where Sasha would be as well!
(3:43:11 AM) Ocha: And really it was a good thing he wasn’t looking for any particular location because all the houses and buildings had that half remembered look, but when he saw a park there was only one soul there braving the storm. Eyes closed while sitting under a tree and not looking like she did earlier today but like she did the last time he saw her.
(3:46:34 AM) Diana: It was a stunning picture. Sasha sitting under a tree with her hair and clothes damp. Almost like she was sleeping, but he was aware she was awake. It never ceased to amaze him how much he liked the way her hair looked when it was wet from rain. He had to shake his head to clear it as he approached, stopping nearby with his hands in his pockets. "We’re having one of those days, I think."
(3:49:02 AM) Ocha: Looking up Sasha pushed some wet hair away from her face as she absently wiggled her toes. "This whole place is wrong. Nothing works like it’s suppose to."
(3:50:53 AM) Diana: "I don’t think it’s real." He turned his head to glance around for a second look. "It’s like when you’re walking in a dream and everything looks familiar, but it doesn’t really look exactly right."
(3:53:29 AM) Ocha: Sasha looked at him in surprise for a moment, then her eyes narrowed in thought. "Aidan, how exactly do you feel towords Rebecca? Do you love her?"
(3:56:51 AM) Diana: Aidan cast a sheepish grin. "If I give the honest answer, I’m afraid I might get shot down by lightning." He glanced up at the sky with a frown. "No. I don’t even know the woman. She says she’s my wife, but I would KNOW my wife. Nothing in the world would make me forget the woman I love."
(4:02:06 AM) Ocha: One thing was for sure Aidan was sure who was in charge of this dream, the same as Sasha suspected, though she was having the hardest of times looking like she didn’t catch everything he said, because she had and started feeling a tad warm despite the rain. Standing she did not glance away from him though. "I think this particular nightmare should end. Don’t you?"
(4:07:26 AM) Diana: His sheepish grin shifted to his usual genuine one. "It’s about time. I was going to ask if you wanted to have some cake at my place."
(4:09:33 AM) Ocha: "Is it chocolate?" she asked as she grabbed his wrist and led him around the tree till they were looking at the gate of Rebecca’s dream house.
(4:17:15 AM) Diana: "Would it be anything else?" Aidan’s mood had improved immensely, even as the skies seemed to be getting worse! He had no problem leading them through the front gate of the little house and in to the front door. "Rebecca. We need to talk."
(4:21:03 AM) Ocha: Suprise upon suprise. Rebecca looked surprised first to see Aidan, perhaps because he no longer looked middle aged and then surprised again to see Sasha with Aidan. Sasha who had not let go of Aidan. "You… You both should sleep." Sasha let out a yawn, but of boredom.
(4:26:56 AM) Diana: "Rebecca, I’m through sleeping. I think it’s about time we home. We -all- went home. Don’t you?" This time he wasn’t feeling sleepy. In fact, things were slowly becoming more and more clear! Sasha asked him if he needed a ride home, and he was happy to accept. He just needed to do one last thing before they left. That’s when he ran in to this woman…
(4:32:14 AM) Ocha: "Why? It would have been perfect here. It was suppose to be perfect. How did you get in!" Rebecca went from pleading to Aidan to accusing Sasha, but by this point the red head was smirking. "Oh, I didn’t follow if that’s what you think happened?"
(4:35:38 AM) Diana: Aidan shook his head sadly. "Perfect for you, Rebecca. Not for me. I don’t even know you!" He never liked moments like this! Telling a girl he wasn’t interested. But then, they didn’t usually come with such a weird situation either! "I’m sure you’ll have your perfect dream, but it is not going to be with me."
(4:39:29 AM) Ocha: Aidan was too nice which Sasha figured was always going to be a problem but in the other hand she wouldn’t want it any other way. "I don’t want to be dragged into another one of these so hand over the fetish." Rebecca was already heartbroken and was holding her left hand protectively against her body. "Come on, it’s not even a real ring!"
(4:43:51 AM) Diana: It was Aidan who held out his hand to Rebecca, not looking angry or accusing, just a little weary. "It’s all right. If you hold on to it, you’re going to miss Mr. Right. Mr. Right won’t ask out an already married woman." He cast her one of his wide kidding smiles.
(4:48:45 AM) Ocha: With her head down, Rebecca took off the ring and put it in Aidan’s hand. Then with a sob she ran out of the storage room. "I shouldn’t be surprised should I?"
(4:52:44 AM) Diana: Aidan eyed the ring before rubbing the back of his head in thought. "It could have been worse. Some big guy with muscles could of had you as his wife and I’d would’ve needed to beat him down. Don’t think I would make it out alive." He cracked her a grin.
(4:55:40 AM) Ocha: "You think I’d just stand back and watch?" Sasha snatched the ring out of his hand and examined it. "Tacky." though if it was the magic or the actual ring wasn’t specified.
(5:06:10 AM) Diana: "Stand back and watch? Never. Doubt there would be an Aidan Mac Morning Radio host if you did." Grinning again, he leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. "How about that ride home and chocolate cake?"
(5:13:29 AM) Ocha: "I need my morning radio." Aidan got a surprised, but happy look from the witch. Sasha made a fist around the ring then sat it on a shelf, now just a tacky ring. "Alright, though I might just stay up and watch the sun rise. Can’t say I’m very sleep."

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Categories
Misc RP Logs

[Azudia] Lorant and Autumn

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Title: BD Story: Lorant and Autumn
Number: 765
Date: Aug 2, 2009 at 6:40 PM
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Azul Morag – Aug 2, 2009 at 6:40 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1691[/imga][b]A Side Story from Brooding Darkness RPG[/b]

This story runs previous to Brooding Darkness RPG; it is the story of Autumm and Lorant Riktophen before the Gathering.
Written by Diana and Azul Morag.

The story to this point can be found here:
[url]http://space-kitten.org/forum/blog.php?b=383[/url]

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[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Dr. Addler quirked an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with his assistant. The assistant blinked slowly before fixing his blue and orange gaze on Autumm with a thoughtful air.

“Milady,” he said, “I beg your pardon but this is important and concerns your husband’s illness. Do you keep dogs or wolves?”

Dr. Addler furrowed his brow slightly.

“Don’t press the lady; she is surely tired and agitated after all that has happened: the fire, the attack, her husband’s illness. What we know so far must be enough.”

The assistant pursed his lip a little and shifted his gaze to the doctor. It was somehow apparent that he was annoyed despite his mild-mannered and gentle expression.

“Of course. My excuses.”

“Milady, did he drink all the bottle of wine or is there any left in said bottle?” Asked Dr. Addler. His assistant was extracting some bottles and instruments from the satchel he had carried in. Lorant remained unconscious, pale and shivering. The assistant closed the satchel, placed it safely next to the nightstand and gently pressed a hand on Lorant’s bandaged wound. Blood gurgled between his fingers.

“Make haste,” he muttered.

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Divinatas – Aug 5, 2009 at 2:49 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn had opened her mouth to reply about the wolves, before the doctor mentioned it was unnecessary. Still, she was not sure how much she could explain about Anastasia’s creatures without looking like a complete mad woman herself.

“It’s right here.” she replied, moving quickly to the table where she had set the bottle of wine. There was still a bit of the liquid in it and she brought it to the doctor. Her glance moved to her husband on the bed, where the assistant had touched the wound on his shoulder. She paled, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth and willing herself to keep her senses.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 5, 2009 at 11:48 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Blue and orange eyes narrowed slightly, watching Autumm. Dr. Addler promptly took the bottle from Autumm and carried out a test with a few drops from the bottle. Lorant made a choked sound but remained unconscious. A thick drop of blood ran down his cheek from his left eye. Dr. Adler turned just in time to see it and to see his assistant’s eyes widen like a man having a premonition; the assistant blinked and shifted his gaze to the doctor.

“Is it?”

“Yes, it is.” Addler said in a sort of fear – that look on his assistant’s face was not alien to him. He had seen it before. There was a degree of trust between them but beyond it there was a chasm Dr. Addler regarded with dread, and just now he had found himself quite close to the edge. However… “What did you see?”

“Nothing.” His assistant blinked. “Really… nothing. I was reminded of someone. It’s silly.” He carefully propped up the Baron on more pillows. “He is going to choke soon. We have to inject him and then secure him. Ask the lady to wait outside. She’d rather not see this.”

Dr. Addler went to Autumm and gently touched her elbow.

“Milady, please wait outside. When you come back your husband will be feeling better.”

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Divinatas – Aug 25, 2009 at 8:06 PM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

The sight of blood did not escape her eyes and the tone the doctor used gave her stomach a sickening churn. For a moment she looked as if she would insist on staying, but she finally nodded. Easing away slowly to the door and stepping out in to the hallway.

Outside, she folded her arms, rubbing them to try and ward away that sudden chill she was feeling. It was so late, possibly even near morning. One incident after another as if fate itself had decided to knock on their door. Autumn was weary, [i]worried[/i] even. She didn’t lie to herself, insisting that she loved the man she married. He scared her. Yet, the thought that he might be dying now… The emotions were conflicting. Confusing.

Autumn paused her pacing, looking quickly over her shoulder. There was a whisper of a fabric, but no one was there. She frowned. Anastasia must have realized someone else was here. Why didn’t she storm in to the room insisting to see her son? That was something to be worried about in itself. Leaning against the wall, Autumn kept watch for her mother-in-law while waiting for the doctor to come out.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 12:36 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

One the lady left the room and the door closed behind her, the assistant arched his eyebrows with the air of someone who would much prefer to be somewhere else.

“At least you will get to use those needles we have been working on. I will lift a wall around us.”

“It’s his mother,” Dr. Addler said with a slight frown. “She is quite skilled.”

He watched his assistant roll a small ball of thread around them and the bed; the ball rolled unraveling itself between the bed and the wall moving by itself till closing a circle; then the wavering edges smoothed and the yarn solidified like a ring of red and white wire. It flamed briefly and a veil soared from it; it was invisible to normal eyes but both doctor and assistant saw it. Dr. Addler turned to his assistant and found him different; he was a sort of white shadow and yet he was still the semblance of a handsome man; his white hair was soft and light as if he were underwater and his mismatching eyes were brighter.

“I know. He is dying, you know. I hear his father suffered the same fate. I don’t suppose the baron will be able to scape it forever unless he makes a move, too. Belial was kind of disturbed when he sent me here with you. There is something uncomfortable about this house. She hides in it like a spider with a missing leg… something is missing. I really don’t know if I want to find out what it is.”

“Will he die today?” Addler frowned, a curious glass injection bottle and needle ready in his hands.

“No. We will save him this once. Proceed.”

Dr. Addler uncovered the baron’s chest. His skin was translucent and gelatinous like a young frog. It was red with growing patches of darker red and upon touch blood simply oozed out like sweat. Dr. Addler stuck the needle in the baron’s heart with a violent yet precise motion; the substance in the injection was thicker than this waterish blood oozing out of the baron and required great pressure to go in. Addler used two different injections on the baron’s eye sockets to get to his brain and others on legs and arms. The blood began to thicken and stopped ooozing, but the mattress was already heavily soaked.

“He lost too much blood.”

“Yes.” The assistant removed the deep set needles with only a slight touch; he waved his hands in the air inches above the baron’s body and a seal appeared on the man’s chest. A slow and pained wail rose from somewhere within their circle; it was faint at first, then grew into choked sobs and continued in a slow crescendo to a howl that shook the posts of the bed and made the bed sheets flutter and hover despite being heavily soaked in blood. Adler felt his hackles rise.

“I will never get used to this,” he muttered. His assistant smiled slightly, his orange eye blazing golden and his blue eye luminous like a vast summer sky.

“I said the same once,” he replied. He sank his hands in the baron’s body and pulled out like a man that has found a loose wire in the bowels of a machine: indeed it was a blazing chain he pulled out with weakening links flowing like water in his hands seemingly made of light. He sang in a low voice; his incantation was soothing and terrible, beautiful and terrifying at the same time. The links in the chain changed and fusioned into a smoother, stronger chain which he weaved into a seal now clearly visible on the man’s chest; it was silver and black fire and the name of the Archdemon to whom Lorant pledged allegiance. When the soul was again securely bound to the body, the seal sank into Lorant’s chest with strange lights and the wailing ceased. The wind disappeared. Blood began to recede into the body of the baron like water into a sponge, slowly.

The assistant was smiling.

“He is lucky he was still alive when we arrived. Belial said I shouldn’t make him an undead but bring back the soul if that was the case.”

Addler swallowed. He was pale and shaken by that he had just seen but his hands were steady; he was an old soldier after all – a soldier in a war most people didn’t know about.

“Asmodeus,” he said. “The mother is going to wonder what happened.”

“That does not concern me,” the Fallen replied. “She will not know what happened. She will only see she has failed. That will not let him rest, I assume.”

The bed sheets were free of blood now. The baron was breathing normally again, yet tiredly and shaking. He opened his eyes and winced in pain; then he saw the Fallen and the doctor.

“Lord Asmodeus,” he muttered without bothering to hide his fear and confusion. “Am I to die now?”

“Not really, but that ultimately depends on you,” Asmodeus replied. “Your master wished you to live. Remember that when you see your mother again.”

Lorant looked down. He didn’t reply. Addler picked up the equipment.

“You look terrible like that,” he muttered. Asmodeus smiled.

“How about this?” The outline of his body began to change. Addler scoffed.

“Spare us! This man is sick you know!”

White shadows flickered around Asmodeus and once again he was the handsome Austrian youth from earlier. He was still smiling.

“You are truly getting old.”

The veil vanished. The temporal circle turn to yarn and rolled back into a ball, then rolled up Asmodeus’s leg and into his pocket.

“My wife…?”

Addler shook his head.

“She is outside; she didn’t hear anything. You should rest for a few days, keep calm if possible. I will call her back in.”

Asmodeus pulled out a bottle from the satchel.

“BUT before the lady returns, she can’t return to a bed without blood, can she?”

A minute later, Lorant and the bed were again and quite convincingly bloodied and clearly disliking it. Dr. Addler shook his head in a sort of resignation and went to the door. Autumm was not far.

“Milady, lord Riktophen is awake.”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:00 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

[i]”Milady, lord Riktophen is awake.”[/i]

“Thank you.” she said quickly, crossing the hall and brushing past him in to the room. That sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach hadn’t abated, and even now when stepping in to the room everything just felt so unsettling. Once through the threshold, she hesitated. There was still the blood, but he was indeed awake.

Autumn finally closed the gap, moving next to the bed and sitting gently on the edge. He still didn’t look well, but no longer had that look of death hanging over him.

“Are you all right?” she asked softly, choosing to ask Lorant himself rather than question the doctor. A doctor might diagnose and heal, but he wouldn’t know how his patient actually felt.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:28 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant’s eyes widened. There was dark circles around his eyes and he looked worn out, exhausted and rather weak; despite, his hazel eyes were clear and burning like smoldering glass. She came in on her own volition and she was asking him… She seemed to be sincere. Was she? Lorant felt a desperate impulse to clasp her in his arms but he knew better than that… or so he told himself. He watched her.

“I… am doing better,” he said after an awkward instant. “The doctor said… I will need rest.”

Lorant bit his lip. He wanted to ask her something… what was it? It seemed dreadfully important but he didn’t remember…

Dr. Addler wrote down a prescription.

“Lord Riktophen will need more than just rest,” he said. “Here is a special diet; I advise you to supervise your staff to make sure it is done properly. He must not drink alcoholic beverages for a few weeks. Keep him out of the sun; his eyes and his skin will remain sensitive for a few days.”

The assistant was watching them.

“The wine was not good for him in the first place,” he meaningfully observed. “It’s not a good bouquet.”

Nor Lorant or Addler commented on his words. Addler finished scribbling and handed Autumm the diet and a prescription for mild pain.

“Should you need anything else, feel free to call me.”

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:40 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn took the paper and examined the instructions. It would not be hard for her to follow, but making sure her husband did was a mother matter. He had a stubborn will of his own and she… had never tried to reign control over him! At the very least, she would do her best to keep Anastasia away for as long as possible. His mother would stress him to his death bed.

“I will make sure. Thank you, Doctor.” She might have rose and saw them out, but she was sure the minute she left the room Anastasia might swoop in like a harpy. ” I will be sure to call again if something happens.” [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 1:54 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Dr. Addler smiled and nodded.

“I shall send you the invoice later, as usual. Good morning.”

Doctor and assistant left the room. Lorant sank into his pillow. He was still weak and vulnerable, which annoyed him. Lorant certainly was not used to be like this, not… not in a very long time. He worried. He should have asked for help and yet he wondered how much determined his master was for him to live. Perhaps it had been just this once. Then he remembered.

Lorant blinked slowly.

“Did you really… shoot the dog?” He asked in a mutter.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 2:15 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

She watched the doctor and his odd assistant leave. Lost in thought for a moment before Lorant spoke. She gave an uneasy smile. That blasted dog – wolf – monster had scared her near to death. She couldn’t imagine where the beasts had come from, but then Anastasia had all sorts of unusual pets.

“Yes, for the little good it did. I suppose such a small shot only made it more angry.” Autumn had thought the gun was the perfect idea, but how ineffective it was, perhaps she would have to look for better alternatives. She glanced down at the blankets and sheets, stained with drops of blood. He would be more comfortable if she brought something fresh, but it wasn’t good to move him so soon.

“And you are sure you’re feeling better? You had been-” she paused. Maybe she shouldn’t mention he looked like death! “I was worried.”
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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 4:53 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant looked at his trembling hands with a faint grimace of disgust and frustration. His fever was gone, but he was still shivering.

“Why do you ask me?” He slowly said in a low voice. “The doctor already told you I just need rest. I suppose I have created a disturbance,” he said, nibbling on his lip. “You don’t need to be concerned. I will ask Addler to send me a nurse and you may forget about this.”

Lorant blinked slowly. His eyes were indeed sensitive to light now; they felt dry and hurt a little. He swallowed at the thought that Addler’s ‘assistant’ could return, but he doubted it. Lorant felt stressed and weary. So she had shot the dog, not him. Or so she says. It made sense though considering the dogs attacked her earlier, she had to protect herself. Then again… she could argue the same about him and shoot him anyway. The thought put a knot in his throat. He swallowed again.

“If you wish to stay in another room for… some time,” he said. “I will not be against it.”

Why in Hell did he say that? He was too weak to be left alone and yet, he knew his mother would not hesitate to try something against Autumm. They didn’t seem to get along, even.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:25 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

He chided her for being concerned about him and all she could do is frown. Maybe he still had a touch of the fever. Autumn reached out and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead.

“No. I will be staying here. I intend to take care of you myself, so I won’t be sleeping in another room.” The moment she left him alone, Anastasia will want to see him. The woman was probably already livid about her son.

“For now, we’ll be rid of this blood.” Autumn rose from the bed, crossing the room to where the water basic resided. She filled the bowl with fresh water, bringing it to set on the bedside table. Wringing out a wet cloth, she sat down again on the edge and proceeded to wipe away the blood that stained his body. She was frowning still, not at him directly, but at her own thoughts. Having him here like this was so different. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:40 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant was momentarily dumbfounded; first because she touched him on her own volition and then perhaps more shockingly because she dimissed him and said no.

How dare she say no to his orders! He had to admit he wasn’t [i]intending to order her out of their room[/i] but there was the principle of the thing. Lorant stared. She was back with water and cloth to wash the blood off him – and she was frowning.

This had never happened before. Lorant’s instincts pushed him to react and reaffirm his authority but he was still weak despite being indignant and he somewhat admitted to himself he liked the attention. He didn’t admit it completly though!

Lorant opened his mouth to protest, thought it over and just watched her. His pupils were dilated like a cat about to lash out but still considering not to.

“I said I won’t stop you if you prefer to stay in another room and I can get a nurse from Addler,” he tentatively pushed his cause, staring at her.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 5:57 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“And I replied that I intend to stay.” Autumn said, carefully as if she were testing to see if she [i]could[/i] say it. His body had tensed and she hesitated in her movement, but when he didn’t make any immediate motions, she continued cleaning away the blood again.

Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid he might even be able to hear it! The man had no idea he could still someone’s blood with one look – yet, maybe he did and that’s what made him all the more frightening. Still… he saved her life tonight and almost lost his own. She could try and make the effort. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:13 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant eyed her. She had never been like this before and he found it a little disturbing, yet… because he so desperately wanted her willing attention he for once decided he didn’t mind her contradicting him… this once. His body remained tense though; he wanted her attentions but he still feared she would lash out when least expected. Either way, he was going to be hurt and he knew it. He knew it… but he didn’t insist on her staying in another room.

His chest hurt. It was strange how things were; how unexpected and precarious. She was there but somehow he wanted to push her away despite he wanted more than simple solidarity or even pity. Feelings pulling in opposite directions were making breathing difficult.

“If… that is what you want,” Lorant said at length. He watched her as if she were miles away despite being right beside him. “Are you…” He paused. “I… have never meant you harm.” There was a kind of defeated dispair in his voice, low to a mutter.

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:23 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

[i]That[/i] made her pause. Withdrawing her hands to her lap as she blinked at him with confusion. Did she hear him correctly? She was sure she did. But those were not words that would ever come from Lorant Riktophen’s mouth. The man here now could not be her husband.

[i]’He is ill and not himself.'[/i] Autumn reminded herself. The fever had been harsh and his wounds deep. After so much chaos in one night even he would be shaken. A tiny part of her wondered if maybe, deep down he could be different..?

She shook her head softly, leaning to rinse the cloth in the basic. “You shouldn’t fret over it. Before long you will feel yourself again.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:39 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

A shiver washed over Lorant, prickling his skin. It hurt, like his eyes… but the pain in his chest was worse. He was being stupid. He shouldn’t unveil himself to his wife; she already fears and probably hates him enough as it is. He winced.

“I suppose so,” he said and closed his eyes. When he did, pain like sharp needles pierced his eyeballs; his eyes felt dry and tired as if he hadn’t slept in days. After the pain subsided, he opened his eyes again yet not completely; he just wanted to see if she was still there.

“Don’t you worry I’d be myself again?” He asked. “I know you do. This is pointless. Tomorrow…” The windows were grey, he realized this and corrected himself. “Later today… I want you to send Addler a note when his invoice arrives; a note asking him to send me a qualified nurse.”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:47 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn didn’t want to admit to the man that she was, indeed afraid he would be himself again. Wasn’t it enough he knew she was afraid to begin with? But just this once, even if he wouldn’t ask and didn’t want it, she would have to be brave. She couldn’t leave him alone like this and at the mercy of that witch he called Mother. No man deserved that.

“I am not sending for a nurse. Why don’t you get some rest and when you wake I can have someone bring something for breakfast.” He had shivered, so she moved to pull up the blankets over him. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 6:57 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant glared at her from half-closed eyes.

“I gave you an order!” He hissed. “It’s not up to discussion…!”

Lorant’s body jerked in an unwilling jolt when she moved to pull the blankets over him; his skin hurt as if sharp combs were racking it. He moved a hand to stop her.

“No.” Lorant took in a deep breath. “Leave them there…”

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Divinatas – Aug 28, 2009 at 7:05 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn closed her eyes and willed herself to keep control! This would be a test, and he would most certainly get more angry than this… but she could deal with it! It was what he needed. After he was well if he still chose to be angry, she would deal with it then too.

“No, it is not up to discussion.” she said gently, not yet opening her eyes. Obviously she was not going to do as ordered. But for the moment she didn’t move the blanket any farther. “You have a chill and I really must keep you warm. Does it pain you to be covered? I could try pulling up one of the sheets instead.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 28, 2009 at 7:18 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant winced at the sight of her closing her eyes and staying still – she was terrified and he could see it quite well. At least she didn’t see him… She was being unusually stubborn. Lorant closed his fingers on his arms to test how much painful it really was. He had been through worse pain than that but he didn’t think he could sleep in such pain.

“I am not cold,” he argued. “I don’t need the blankets…” His eyes closed for an instant and he dozed a couple of seconds, waking up with a start and a wince. “… Just leave them there.”

Light was increasingly intense as dawn advanced into morning. Lorant kept his eyes half-closed.

“Close the curtains,” he asked. “It’s… to bright in here.”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 3:52 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

As requested, she rose slowly, moving across the room to draw the curtains closed. Autumn only took a brief moment to peer outside at the damages that could be seen from last night’s incidents. To her relief, there weren’t any mangled bodies of dead monsters – they must have been removed by the staff. But the horse’s stables had been charred to the ground. She pulled the curtains shut, making sure there wasn’t a peek of light.

She stayed by the window for a second, having to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. There was a very dim glow from the fireplace, but it hardly cast more than dancing shadows across the room. He didn’t wish for blankets but he did need to stay warm, so she stepped silently to the fire place to stoke the embers and add some extra wood.

Dusting ash from her hands, Autumn returned to the bed. Climbing gently on to her side, mindful not to jostle him too much. “You can at least get some rest.”
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 3:59 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

[i]”Rest…”[/i] Lorant muttered with an air of fatalism. “I guess I could.”

Along with sensitivity to light his vision in the dark has improved; he could see the room in a mild gray scale, but things were more two-dimensional without strong difference between light and shadow. Autumm’s hair looked a radiant red, like red-hot metal in a forge. The radiance made him half-close his eyes. She was watching him intently, perhaps unaware that he could see her better than she might see him now.

“Are you going to watch over me?” He asked in a low voice.

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:28 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Her eyes blinked in surprise. The question caught her off guard, and though she might have automatically said ‘Of Course’, she found herself pulling the blankets up over her legs and thinking about it.

“I will be watching over you, yes.” she finally admitted. It was an honest statement, something that even she was unsure of. With him like this it would be so easy to do the opposite. Let him waste away, or be cared for by someone else. It wasn’t even fear of repercussions that compelled her. The man was her husband. Regardless of her fears, she wouldn’t be disloyal or neglecting.
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:44 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant smiled weakly, guessing she couldn’t see it anyway. It was safer in the dark, somehow. He moved a little on his mound of pillows; it felt like squirming on a bed of nails. Lorant shivered again, acutely aware that if he were sound of health now he would have tried to hold her and she would have rigidly allowed him. He doubted he could do that now. He watched her and wondered why and how did she come to loathe him like this.

“If I was not here,” he muttered. “What would you be doing now?”

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:51 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“That’s a peculiar question.” she replied, the confusion going unhidden in her voice. She could feel his movement in bed and the shiver. With a frown, Autumn leaned over to at least pull up one of the sheets. He was simply going to have to live with it.

“Are you asking what would I do if you died, or what might I have done if we never married? Both seem like such fatal questions when you should be getting your rest.” It didn’t matter which he meant, Autumn was trying to think where she might be this moment, but drawing a blank. Her life had never really been her own to plan for.
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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 4:57 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant blinked.

“I only asked… as if I had not arrived yesterday,” he said irritably. Why did everything had to be so complicated with her? “I do suppose from your assertions that you do find our arrangements unsatisfa…” He stopped as she tried to pull a blanket on him. [I]Don’t do that![/I] I am not cold!”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:19 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“If that is the case, right this moment I would be asleep.” she said, ignoring his protest and still pulling the sheet. His stubbornness was always so impossible. Autumn scooted closer to him. If he would throw off the sheet, there would at least be the warmth from her body. Then she could pull the blankets once he had fallen asleep.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:28 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

[i]”That is not…!”[/i] Lorant tried grabbing her hands to make her desist but his palms hurt as if he had tried to grab cacti, forcing him to let go of her hands almost at once. “I am [i][b]not cold[/b] so stop that…!”[/i] Lorant paused to catch his breath and noticed her scooting closer to him. He opened his eyes wide. “What are you… doing?”

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:40 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

He was fussing much like an angry child would. Though she didn’t laugh, the contrast to his normal personality was so drastic, it was almost amusing. Why could he not be this way more often? Someone that would speak softly to her… even if he did insist he was infallible?

“I am getting comfortable.” If she said it was to keep him warm, she wouldn’t doubt that he might try to throw her out of bed just to spite her. Autumn wouldn’t assume that just because he was ill that he didn’t have the strength to do it. She scooted down so she could rest her on the pillow, and reaching to try and pull up the blanket once again.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 5:54 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant was unnerved by the fact that she wasn’t paying any heed to him and was all too contrary to his wishes! He was shivering again, but that was more due to his own nervousness than how cold the room felt to him. At least, he thought with some fatalism, she didn’t know that.

“You are being exhausting,” he observed. [i]”I do not want the blanket![/i] It… it hurts,” he finally admitted. [i][b]”And you are not letting me sleep!”[/b][/i]

He bit his lips to a thin line. She was too close now for comfort. I would be different if he were the one moving close, but she…! She hates him! His chest ached. Maybe she wanted something… That had to be it. Lorant winced.

“What do you want? Why don’t you just say it?” He asked with a kind of fierce desperation. “You are never like this!”

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 6:27 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“[i]I[/i] am exhausting!” she exclaimed, sitting back up again. Exhausted, yes, but she was not the one pitching a temper tantrum! Autumn was tired, and she knew he had to be on the brink of passing out himself.

“I [i]want[/i] for you to rest. To sleep and recover by any means necessary. And if that means I must be difficult and incite your rage while I cover you blankets and force you to drink hot broth, then I will do so.” It was true that it wasn’t like her. A day ago she wouldn’t have dared. A few [i]hours[/i] ago she wouldn’t have dared. But the man needed this and his only other alternative was Anastasia![/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 6:49 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant blinked. His stomach growling at the mention of food didn’t help. Normally he would have either snapped the neck of anyone harassing him so… but not her. Lorant felt helpless. She was near glaring at him now. He stopped fussing and watched her in frustration.

“Wouldn’t life be easier for you if I died? Not like I am dying anytime soon,” he added through his teeth. “I…”

Lorant fell silent for long seconds.

“I am… tired.”

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:00 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“I know you are tired.” she replied quietly, the stern look on her face softening. “If you die I will be alone with Anastasia with no one to scare her away.” Autumn cast a rare smile, one she was sure probably went unseen in the dark.

“At the very least you could pretend to rest until you really fall asleep. I won’t leave you be until you do.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:21 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

A shiver washed over him at the mention of his mother. Lorant nibbled on his lip. Autumm had never openly complained before. He had seen them bickering, but nothing excessive. He had also noticed they would never sit together or share a conversation beyond pleasantries, but he didn’t have reasons to suppose his mother had ever tried anything against Autumm… like she would against him. Lorant felt emotionally exhausted.

Again Lorant felt the rare want to tell her… Tell her what? Autumm would be horrified and perhaps – no, surely – she would blame him and call him a monster. The only one he had told… was his master; and his master today had wanted him to live. Why? He certainly would not expect concern from an archdemon. However… he could not say he understands Silvanus Niemeyer – he never could. Lorant swallowed. Autumm was waiting. She was waiting… and he couldn’t tell her anything. He had to play the man he decided to be, even for her. Perhaps, more especially for her – even if she would hate him. Would his mother dare to harm Autumm…? He had thought the dogs were to get him, but maybe…

“What about my mother?” He slowly asked.

[/so][/bg]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 8:47 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn hesitated, a grimace falling across her face. She was grateful for the darkness. Anastasia was a difficult subject. The woman was his mother, and she was sure he wouldn’t hear a foul word against her. Yet, maybe if she told him, he might understand..? But who would he believe and the end of the day? The things Anastasia says about her, or his wife that he knows fears him?

“She.. I…” Autumn sighed. “She is hard to live with. May very well be the death of me, but that is nothing you need to be concerned with now. You should really be resting.” she tried to give a light tone to her voice, but it was hard to hide her expression.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:21 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

She grimaced. Lorant felt his throat tight at the sight and his eyes dilated. When she said or at least implied living with his mother could be the death of her, despite she trying to make it sound like a mild joke Lorant worried like he had not quite worried before. He had been worried about the wrong one perhaps; he had tried to dissuade the archdemon from taking her soul which he admitted his master had never hinted at; he did not consider his mother would dare against Autumm and here she was, trying to be proper by not complaining openly… Lorant stared in disbelief. Maybe Autumm didn’t fully realize…

Then Lorant remembered the ‘letter’ Autumm supposedly delivered to a demon she managed to kill: a letter from Anastasia. His heart sank. What had he been thinking…? Maybe he had been too tired to realize…? And yet somehow, Silvanus Niemeyer had known. He had to know. He sent one of his own peers, unusually enough. That alone showed Niemeyer had not wanted to risk mistakes.

“The dogs were for you,” Lorant said. It was a flat statement. He gritted his teeth. [I]”You should have told me about this earlier!”[/I]

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Divinatas – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:30 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“I..!” she clamped her mouth shut. Well, what was she supposed to say! That his mother hated her so much that she made it her oath to see her son’s wife dead and buried? He couldn’t leap from bed and face the woman like this, nor did she think it would do any good.

“What they were hunting is irrelevant.” she finally said. “What is important now if for you to please go to sleep. You have been awake for far too long and it could all be discussed later when you are feeling better!”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 29, 2009 at 9:44 AM

[b]Re: BD Story: Lorant and Autumm[/b]

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

[i]”Irrelevant?”[/i]

Lorant was too furious to think clearly. He glared at her, his eyes near blazing on his pale face in the dark of the room.

[i]”How is that irrelevant?”[/i] He asked in exasperation. “You don’t know my mother! You can’t pretend to take her lightly! [i]That is plain stupid![/i] Just the mix of tampered wine and the saliva of those creatures she bred and calls dogs can do so much damage! If you had drank the wine you would be de…”

He abruptly stopped and swallowed. It was useless to tell her that; if she would become scared she could panic or jump out of a window, even. It had happened before. The only cousin he had jumped to her death when they were still kids.

“You can’t hide things from me,” he said, his voice again low and smooth like a blade despite his concern. “You may not like it, but you are my wife. I have every responsibility for your well-being.”

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 12:04 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“She is your mother.” She could not think of what else to say as she sat still, feeling very much rebuked by the heat of his glaring and the sharpness in his voice. Autumn most certainly did not take Anastasia lightly. Every moment of the day when he was away, she was constantly wary! Why couldn’t she just say it aloud?

“For the moment my well being isn’t the one in question. What must I do to get you to rest?” she asked softly. At this rate he was going to spend his last breaths in a fury.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:14 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant’s eyes widened so his eyelids hurt. He felt as if she had delivered a jab to his stomach!

“She is my mother and so what? [I]Does that makes her a being above natural laws?[/I] Does that exempt her of all penalty for her actions? Does that give her the right to kill at will and make me suffer?” Lorant’s hand balled into a fist on a handful of blanket despite the pain.[I] “I have every right to defend myself! How could you not think so…?”[/I]

His voice broke and he fell silent. Silent, angry tears welled from his eyes. Lorant swallowed, shivering. He said no more.

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:31 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn did not reply. He may of well had struck her! Had she been right all along to assume Anastasia had twisted her son so badly that he was practically inhuman? She felt a sharp pain of guilt. Wasn’t it her duty to ease her husband’s fears and protect him from harm? But he did not want her help, he could not even bare her fussing over him now!

Not being able to bare the silence any longer, she slowly reached her hand toward him. She hesitated, pausing when it near his face. But swallowing her fear she brushed the backs of her fingers against his cheek. “You are… not alone here anymore. I am here. And I… I will not ever leave you.” Maybe he would not remember it later, or even care to hear it now. But she felt it needed to be said.
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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 1:46 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant swallowed; her touch felt like sharp stings prickling his face but he had longed for that for so long the pain seemed incredibly sweet yet also bitter like bile. Lorant felt cornered in his cage. He [i]wanted[/i] to be loved by Autumm but he also had a fearful certainty that his mother was right; if Autumm were to know… to know… she would hate and despise him even more. What if just for an instant… just for an instant he could trust enough to reach out to his wife…? Another tear rolled down his cheek.

Lorant took in a deep breath… and then knew he just couldn’t do it.

“Don’t touch me,” he pleaded with a thin voice. “I will sleep. I promise.”

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Divinatas – Aug 30, 2009 at 7:03 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Repressing a sigh, Autumn withdrew her hand. He had pushed her away again. Now when she might be able to… She moved slowly, laying down close enough to provide warmth, but with enough distance where they wouldn’t touch. That was what he wanted.

Pulling up the blankets over herself and leaving him to do as he would, she rest her head on the pillow and an arm over her eyes. “You will feel better with sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake.”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 30, 2009 at 7:17 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant rubbed his nose with one hand and tried not to sob. At least, he thought, she hadn’t noticed – he told himself she hadn’t noticed anything. He did not reply.

Lorant gnawed on his self-consuming thoughts for a couple of minutes till the knot in his throat subsided and he could breathe normally again. Autumm hadn’t moved. Lorant guessed she had fallen asleep and perhaps he could do the same. He vacillatingly reached out to touch her hair; it was a luminous red to his ailing eyes. It was soft; he knew it was, but all he could feel now was sharp needles prickling his fingers. Lorant carefully settled down and tried to sleep. He kept on glancing at the door over Autumm’s shoulder; he couldn’t help but to fear his mother would try to sneak in… but she didn’t come and Lorant finally gave up to exhaustion.

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 7:00 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

It was no surprise that Autumn herself fell asleep quickly and slept through most of the day. The previous evening had been exhausting not just of body but of mind too. When she woke she though at first it might have all just been a dream, but the protesting of her aching body proved to be very real. She lay still for several moments, relaxed with weary senses as she listening to the breathing of the man beside her. It was a confusing emotion, wishing she could stay in bed like this, remember that tentative touch of her hair when he thought she had fallen asleep and the words that were so unlike him.

With a soft sigh, she pushed herself up in to a sitting position. Wincing at the stiffness and the dull ache of her wounds. Autumn leaned over Lorant to check on him, having relief at finding him still alive and breathing. She brushed her hand softly over his forehead and then against his cheek to check his temperature.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2009 at 7:38 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant winced, startled out of his deep yet uneasy sleep. His skin was still sensitive and touch hurt, but not as sharply as the night before. His forehead accused a mild fever. His startled eyes met his wife’s; in the heavy twilight of the room his hazel eyes had a slight golden phosphorescence, like cat eyes reflecting a glimpse of light. After a couple of seconds of tense stillness, he blinked. His dilated pupils shrank a little.

“…” Lorant opened his mouth to speak only to realize he didn’t know what to say. His brow furrowed and his gaze slid down, sadly.

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:41 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” she said softly. He was a little warm, but it shouldn’t be cause for worry so long as she could get him to follow doctor’s orders. She shifted her weight to lean on a hand.

“If you’d like to wake I can send someone to bring a meal.” Hmm, but she may have to step out for a moment to speak with one of the servants. At least it would only take a second. Then she could return and take care of changing the sheets.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:56 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant winced slightly, nibbling on his lip. She spoke so softly and touched his forehead with kindness, even if the state of his health made her touch painful… Why couldn’t she be like this always? Lorant could not fully grasp why she was afraid of him. He acknowledged he forced himself on her sometimes, but wasn’t marriage a contract? They both had duties to fulfill. He really tried and money was never lacking. However… this. This was so strange. The sudden kindness made him both grateful and wary; in his life there had never been the case that injury doesn’t follow apparent caring. Her sudden kindness made him both want more and reject it curtly – it was cornering him against… Against what? He longed to be loved by her… but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to be loved as much as he did not know how to love.

“Do as you wish,” Lorant muttered. “I…” He swallowed. “I am not hungry.”

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Divinatas – Aug 31, 2009 at 8:22 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn retracted her hand. “Then I will be right back. It wouldn’t hurt to have something brought in for later.” She eased herself out of bed, her movements being slow and awkward. Taking a few moments to refresh herself and change in to a clean gown and robe, she moved next to the bedside table and dug in to a drawer until she found a key.

Autumn left to open the door, turning the lock on the inside of the bedroom and closing it behind her. It would keep anyone from sneaking in so long as Lorant did not open the door and she could let herself back in with the key. It was a little strange to think she couldn’t leave the man alone safely, but his mother was… Well, she didn’t trust Anastasia.

There didn’t seem to be a sign of the older woman, or anyone else for that matter as Autumn looked down the hallway. She had been hoping someone would pass by. Huffing under her breath, she tip toed quietly down the corridor to head for the stairs.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 12:17 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant opened his eyes again when he heard the click of the key turning in the door’s lock. His brow furrowed again in a mix of confussion and helplessness. Slowly he sat up and pushed aside the bed sheets; someone had covered his legs at some point… Maybe Addler did. That reminded him her was going to need a nurse… didn’t he? If Adler would send someone from Niemeyer’s organization it would at least be someone trained in the dark arts and that in the end might be useful. He had no doubt that his mother would eventually try something else, perhaps worse. Autumm didn’t have to be in the way of danger.

The pajama pants he was wearing were soft enough but still felt like shattered glass against his skin. Once he got his feet to the floor, the rug was not any better: It was going to be like walking on shards of glass. Lorant somberly encouraged himself thinking he had been through worse pain before and had not died of it. He limped his way to the window. Reaching out, he touched the curtains but what little light he allowed in to test his vision hurt too sharply and he was forced to desist. The heavy curtain fell back in place, once again leaving the room in thick, grey shadows. He felt trapped. The room was large but it suddenly seemed to small to be inside for much longer; Lorant’s eyes dilated.

[i]”I am not going outside,”[/i] he muttered through clenched teeth. “I am not going…!”

He clenched his fists the hardest he could; the blinding pain did the trick and snapped him free from the sickening tendrils of delusion Anastasia had sent upon him. Lorant fell on his knees with a shuddered groan and tried to catch his breath. [i]Am I going to be strong enough like this?[/i] He desperately wondered. Lorant tried to breathe.

[i]Your master wished you to live. Remember that when you see your mother again.[/i] The words of Asmodeus came back to his mind, slow and definitive. Lorant wondered… Did he mean Belial had grown tired of helping him? Was his Master displeased? Most likely, he was – Lorant for once considered his latest offering had offended the archdemon in some way he could not understand.

[i]”Your wife is as yours as can be,” the Archdemon said. “May she share your life and may her fate be that your life will give her. If you so need her, may your path and hers meet forever.”[/i]

That did sound like a curse, if anything – not the words, but the way Belial spoke them. Lorant wiped the tears that came to his eyes from the pain when he clenched his fists. He felt strangely guilty and depressed. What did his Master expect? He could not kill his mother… There was always something in the way and he just could not do it.

[i]She is your mother,[/i] Autumm had said. Lorant growled under his breath. He told Autumm himself being his mother didn’t give Anastasia the right to hurt him… to torture him. Was he insane? Belial was correct. This was not going to end unless he took definitive action. Could he, though?

Lorant struggled to get back on his feet and stumbled into the restroom. He wanted to wash his face, wash all the blood off him and just wake up from this nightmare; even if Autumm would refuse to look him in the eye again. His heart sank at the idea… but wasn’t it going to happen anyway…?

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:13 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn met no one in the hall on her way to the stairs. When she paused at the top, still there was not sight of a single household staff member. She cast a slight frown before descending. It wasn’t until she reached the kitchen itself that she finally found anyone. A group of the staff sitting at the table speaking in low whispers. They hushed suddenly when they spotted Autumn.

One of the maids cleared her throat. “Can we do something for you, miss?” Working in the Riktophen household was a harrowing experience. But at least, the lady Master Riktophen had married didn’t cause anyone to jump in fear when she entered the room. Were it the Baron or his mother, they might have scurried away, leaving the last one standing to handle requests!

“A tray of food, if you would, please. Hot broth, bread and butter. Perhaps some milk with honey. Hmm.” she paused, nibbling on her bottom lip for a moment. “If you would keep a close eye on it and not leave it alone even a moment before you bring it upstairs. I would very much appreciate it.”

The maid nodded casting a quick look at the others. They wouldn’t dare ask [i]why[/i] the Mistress would make such a request. Gossip knew why! “Of course, Miss. Right away.”

Casting a small grateful smile, Autumn left them to their work to head back upstairs. After the first few steps she was huffing with aching frustration! Determined to not take so long, she forced her feet to move.

Approaching their rooms, she was not surprised to see Anastasia at the door, something in her hands as she was trying to twist the knob. Autumn crossed the corridor quickly, clamping her hand over the older woman’s wrist and forcing her away from the door.

“Not today, Anastasia. Leave him be.” she said firmly.

Anastasia responded with a hiss grabbing on to Autumn’s arm and digging her nails in to her skin. “How [i]dare[/i] you try to keep a mother from her son! Brazen harlot! You have bewitched and poisoned him!”

Autumn released Anastasia quickly, but now the woman was clinging on to her arm and refusing to be shaken off. This was not where she wanted to do battle! “He is trying to rest. Stasia, please. Just go!”

Having been ignored by Lorant the previous evening and now having his pet whore trying to turn her away, Anastasia was having none of it. She twisted Autumn’s wrist, digging her nails in deep while she attempting to snatch away the bedroom key. “I WILL SEE MY SON. LORANT! YOU LET YOUR MOTHER IN THIS MOMENT!”
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:37 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant was dizzied by the pain it caused him to simply wash and dry himself the best he could and hadn’t yet finished coming to terms with his bandages when he heard scratching at the door. His hackles rose as the scratching intensified, followed by a sort of growl and the door knob being shaken. Lorant’s eyes widened and fear clouded his mind for an instant; then he heard Autumm’s voice and Anastasia hiss back.

“I WILL SEE MY SON. LORANT! YOU LET YOUR MOTHER IN THIS MOMENT!”

Lorant desperately wondered what to do. He grabbed the long hat pin he used to keep used bandages rolled properly and prickled his finger with it, then rolled the hat pin’s tip in the drop of blood that came out. Being her son, his own blood worked well enough; his Master had taught him. Lorant knew he was by no means ready to open that door but he needed to drive his mother away from Autumm without making things… too apparent. Lorant chanted a spell in hushed whispers, marking the tips of a pentagram on his palm, then sunk the hat pin right through it – as he did, the same pain dug through his mother’s hand. He pulled it out.

“I am not going!” He hissed.

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 5:50 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Anastasia let out a loud howl as she suddenly released her son’s wife! Looking towards her hand and then up at Autumn, she gave a raged scowl! “How dare you! How [i]dare[/i] you!” She might have spat out more, but she was turning on a heel and marching away. Muttered curses under her breath.

Autumn ran her hand over the scratches on her arm, casting a confused expression at Anastasia’s retreating frame. She waited until several moments had passed and the woman was well out of sight before she pulled out the key to let herself in the bedroom. Her hands were shaking and she had to take a deep breath before she turned the knob to step inside.

Closing the door gently behind her, she locked it again. Who was to say that Anastasia would not come back? She only hope the staff would do as instructed and kept an eye on dinner. The old woman was getting so much worse.

She turned her head, peering over her shoulder in to the dark, allowing her eyes to readjust to the dim twilight. “Lorant..? she asked softly, not wanting to raise her voice in case he had managed to fall back to sleep. [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:05 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

A sort of growl replied, low and more vibration than voice. Lorant felt nausea; the pain was intense and he was yet to admit he was hungry. Lorant pressed the wound from the hatpin between thumb and fingers but the pressure only made it worse. He was sitting at the bench at the foot of the bed, in loose pants and barefoot; he was only halfway done with the bandages but the episode with his mother left him unnerved and annoyed at his current weakness.

Lorant blinked. He could see in the dark better than average humans – another gift from his Master – but his sensitive eyes made him see strange colors and some blotched spots. He saw Autumm’s hair, luminous like a simmering flame. He wondered if she… if she had changed again; if she was her normal self again. He feared it.

“I… am awake,” he finally muttered. “I… am here.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:47 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

It took her a moment to adjust, but she could see his form near the edge of the bed. He really shouldn’t be up and moving around, but it did give her the opportunity to change out the blankets and sheets.

“I’ve asked someone to bring something to eat.” Rubbing her arm, she crossed the room to the linens wardrobe, pulling out a fresh set of sheets. She set them aside on one of the chairs before she moved to the bed to start stripping off the old ones. “I admit… I look forward to just spending the night indoors. The fire is nice.” She was trying to make conversation. Avoiding bringing up Anastasia or making things awkward. …It was still a bit awkward, but she wanted to try.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 6:59 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant resumed the slow and trying task to put on fresh bandages and secure them properly. He could ignore the pain only long enough. Autumm was changing the bed sheets and talking. Lorant heard her without really listening – he only so rarely had heard her talk for long. She would usually be circumspect and polite. Lorant wondered what she was talking about after all.

“I like your voice,” he muttered. “But I don’t know what you are saying. Say it again.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 7:39 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn paused at the sudden comment, blinking at his back with a curious confusion. She couldn’t remember him ever making a comment like that. There had been compliments before, but always polite pleasantries that were to be expected. Nothing that sounded so casually sincere.

Slowly, she returned to her task. “I said, I’ve asked someone to send something up to eat.” she repeated, taking the old linens and blankets away from the bed to set aside. Autumn pulled up the fresh sheets and shook them out. “And that I am glad to stay in bed for the night. The fire is pleasant and it will be nice to just stay in and rest.”

She had caught herself nibbling on her lip again, watching as he slowly rebound his wounds. Maybe it was a strange a superstitious thought to think that as soon as they left the room this new fragile complacency would vanish as quickly as it came.

Autumn spread the fresh sheet over the bed and arranged newly fluff pillows at the head where they belonged. Next came the blankets, with the covers turned down so they could immediately return to bed. With the bed made, she rounded it’s corner to kneel in front of him. She took the bandage gently from his hands to finish wrapping and adeptly made sure it was fastened securely.
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 7:53 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant blinked in surprise when she knelt down and took over the bandages. His fingers went rigid to resist but only an instant and she continued the task for him. Lorant felt awkward as she slid her arms quite close to his body to wind the bandages around him properly. The sudden, intimate proximity in their dark bedroom made him feel awfully vulnerable because it was her who came close on her own volition. Lorant nibbled on his lip, torn between just accepting her attentions or try to move away to emotional safety.

“Are you saying you will be glad to stay in bed for the night? I am going to be in it,” he pointed out with weary irony. “At least, I think I will be.”

Lorant slid a hand tentatively down his forearm. His skin still hurt. Lorant pressed his thumb on his palm and realized it was not bleeding. He wouldn’t need to patch it up.

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:08 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn grinned sheepishly, a soft laugh managing to escape before she remembered herself and was chewing her bottom lip again. How strange! It was a dark sense of humor, and normally perhaps she wouldn’t of thought it at all amusing. But it [i]was[/i] a joke. Had one moment really made so much difference to her point of view..?

“The bed is made and ready for you.” she replied after making sure the bandage was secure. He was fussing with his hand enough so that she noticed. Autumn took it gently to pull closer in her line of vision and frowned as she run her fingertips over the small puncture there. No blood, but it was fresh.

“When did you get this?”[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:26 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant froze for an instant.

“Just now…” He muttered. “The hatpin… and here it’s dark; I didn’t see it on time.”

Lorant pulled his hand gently and then noticed marks of nails dug in her skin. He frowned.

“My mother did this to you…?”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:36 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Hatpin? He asked about her arm, and by reflex she covered the scratches with her hand. Her expression was guilty, but what did she have to be guilty for?

“She… gets upset sometimes.” It was an awkward feeling, wanting to tell him how abusive Anastasia could be, but being afraid to say something ill of a man’s mother. Yet he knew she [i]was[/i] doing things. Why couldn’t she talk about it? [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 8:58 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant swallowed. He examined Autumm’s arm. He could see the marks and he wondered… He didn’t see any marks of scars when he bandaged Autumm the day before. Lorant nibbled on his lip in disgust at the thought that his mother could get much worse. He didn’t owe all his scars to sports, training and fighting for his life outside. Lorant closed his fingers possesively on her hand, but the pain didn’t allow him to hold it for long.

“How, [i]upset?[/i] Has she…?” Well, he did know by now the dogs were for Autumm – at least. It was possible that his mother tried to kill him, that was completely plausible… but she tried to kill Autumm too, she sent her to be killed to a demon household. Lorant frowned. “Autumm, why do you hide these things from me! Do you think I cannot do anything in my own house? This… this does not have to happen to you! Why don’t you just tell me!”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 9:19 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn leaned back, resting on her feet as she remained kneeling on the floor. She stared at his hands as she fidgeted with her own fingers. A look of wrestling thoughts plainly across her face. She couldn’t tell that she had been [i]afraid[/i] to speak to him. To her, he had been more frightening than Anastasia. Despite what Anastasia would do, it was easier to do battle with her than with her own husband. But right this moment…

“I’ve not tried to hide things from you, just… Just to spare you from the burden. There are other things you must worry about, I can deal with Anastasia when she – When she gets upset.” [/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 9:36 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Saying that Lorant was taken aback by her words would be an understatement. He leaned back on the stool and stared.

“Are you saying,” he said with an undertone of profound mystification, “that you think I can’t deal with my mother? I pay the staff! She doesn’t have money of her own. I can replace the staff if need be. If you… if you [i]talked[/i] to me I could…” Lorant stopped. What could he do anyway? He kept on herding Anastasia and Autumm from house to house and back to the barony’s castle round the year just to keep his mother from making too many long term plans. Autumm never said anything, how was he supposed to know she was in danger? “If you had wanted to stay in a single place…”

He stopped again and snorted in frustration.

“You don’t know my mother,” he muttered with some resentfulness, “if you think you can appease her easily.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:46 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“I don’t think she could ever be appeased.” she said with a grim sort of smile. The only times she had ever seen Anastasia happy was when she had done something wicked or had planned to do so in the very near future.

That faint smile disappeared, replaced by a more serious expression. “I am talking to you now. Will… will it make a difference, what I want? What I say?” Autumn asked softly. It never seemed as if it [i]did[/i] matter. There were so many things that went unsaid between them. This was something she needed to know.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:18 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant swallowed. A part of him was protesting already, wary that her first wish would be to stay away from him and see him as little as possible.

“As much as possible,” he said, somberly. “I have given you my name; you don’t lack money or prestige, nor does your family. I have allowed you to continue your hobby of taking photographs. I have no idea what else could you possibly want. You…”

Lorant’s heart sank.

[i]So you offer a bargain? You might be fooling yourself, Lorant. You cannot pay ransom for something that is not yours, nor hasn’t been taken from you,[/i] his Master had said.

“You have to live with me,” he said, flatly. “I cannot grant you the contrary.”

His chest hurt and breathing became difficult. Lorant silently tried to control his breathing to prevent a knot from forming in his throat.

“So…” He said after a moment of silence, his voice a little strained, “what do you want?”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:23 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Was he… afraid that she would leave him? There was a brief astonished expression from her as she examined his face in the darkness of the room. Autumn hadn’t thought he’d be afraid of anything. And certainly not of that.

“I was not going to ask to leave.” she replied first. She had the unexpected urge to reach out and touch his hand, but he would likely shrink away from the gesture.

After a moment of silence, she continued. “There is love? Safety? I would like to… feel [i]safe[/i].” She was sure he would be offended at the notion. For her to suggest it wasn’t safe in his home. But he had [i]asked[/i].
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 10:50 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant felt nausea. [i]Love?[/i] He instictively knows he loves Autumm, but in every instance his mother hurt him she would immediately argue she loved him like no one else, and no one else would ever love him. Despite the pain and horror in his life, Lorant still longed for kindness, for gentle words and yes, safety; he longed to feel wanted and this he wanted from Autumm and no one else.

“I… don’t know,” Lorant said, his voice strained. He leaned further back, his voice down to a whisper. “She says she loves me and there is nothing good in it…”

His voice died down. Lorant swallowed to overcome the knot in his throat.

“My mother says you could never love me,” he said with a thin voice. “I know you are afraid of me. I can smell it on you, whenever we are alone. I… can only keep you as safe as I can keep myself safe, but… how can I guess every danger if you are afraid to tell me about it?” Lorant leaned forward, but still remained at a prudent distance. “Love is only hurt and pain. I want you to be happy or at least, content. I… have the potential to destroy every life I touch. I realized this by myself. Perhaps in a way, that could keep you safe.”

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Divinatas – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:10 PM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

The honesty was refreshing. This was probably the most she had ever spoken to Lorant… ever! To know his thoughts and how he felt made him so much more human. It allowed her a hope that maybe she [i]could[/i] connect to him. Things did not have to be so dreary. If he could not make the first steps, perhaps she could and their future might be different.

“Love can be so much more than hurt or pain.” Autumn responded, inching closer so she could reach out and clasp his hands gently. “Anastasia does not know me, or what I am capable of. I am afraid – I cannot pretend otherwise. But I am [i]your[/i] wife. Take care of me and I will be happy. Maybe in time we can have more.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 1, 2009 at 11:38 PM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1772[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant jerked back instinctively; his eyes opened wide and that bronze glimmer returned them. She still had his hands in hers and he wasn’t sure which hurt the most: the physical pain or the anguish twisting his guts. His eyes filled; he was being cornered again.

“I have been taking care of you!” He managed to say. “At least… as much as I knew…” He pulled to get his hands free. [i]”Let go! This is painful…”[/i]

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 12:05 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1768[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn retracted her hands quickly. She had been denied again, her attempt to reach out to him rejected. Perhaps not so much reject as pushed away. It was difficult not to feel disappointed or have her feelings hurt.

She was about to reply when there was a knock at the door. Autumn rose to her feet, crossing the room with stiff motions to answer. Her first worry was of Anastasia, but it was a relief to find it one of the maids bringing up the tray of food.

“Thank you. I’ll take it.” she retrieved the tray, closing and locking the door once again and brought it to the bedside table. Where he could not see, she gave everything a quick taste. Nothing seemed to be bitter or tainted.

“Come to bed. I am sure you are starving.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 12:25 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant was shivering. His guts were still sharply wrung and she had moved away… again. Painfully he acknowledged he had been unable to stand the emotional strain her sympathy brought upon him.

Sympathy. Pity. That would be as bad as her fear, perhaps. Lorant bent over and held his head. There was no end in sight. Why did he have to come back! He didn’t have to see them… But again, his mother always managed to pull him at least near her, and Autumm… If he had not come back yesterday, Autumm would be dead. Lorant bit his lip till it bled. He resolved to tough it out. Perhaps Autumm had desisted. The thought however gave him a sharper pain. Lorant tried to breathe. His head was spinning and he was forced to remember he had almost two days without food.

“…” Slowly, Lorant climbed on the bed, near flinching at the touch of fabrics as he tried to settle on the bed. Unwilling, silent tears rolled down to his chin and he sucked in air to his nose to clear it. Finally, he sat down and waited without a word.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:03 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

This new feeling of wanting to reach out to him was frustrating. Compounded by his unwillingness to have her touch him. Autumn could understand that he might be in physical pain, but she didn’t think that was what had him pushing her away. It was angering, but most of all it mad her sad.

Autumn took most of the things off the tray to set on the bedside table, so she could lift it up again and rest it on the bed over his lap. Everything was as the doctor instructed, and she was not feeling any illness of yet so it would be safe for him to eat. With the tray settled, she took one of the bowls for herself and sat on the edge of the bed nearby.

For now, she remained silent. He had very effectively put an end to their conversation, and she just couldn’t think of a way to bring it back without pestering him.
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:26 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant squirmed a little under the tray. It was tall enough not to press against his body but this felt awkward; he wasn’t used to eat in bed. It didn’t seem right. Lorant watched her with his inhuman vision for a long instant; Autumm was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating. Lorant wondered why things had gone awry; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. She had refuge, clothes, food, an occupation… and yet, it wasn’t enough to earn her affections. He had watched his associates and their wives and he could not tell where the difference was… except very obviously, his mother. Most wives he had seen were absorbed into their own life, shopping and socializing. It was very much like a business partnership where remuneration was not monetary. He wondered. Wincing in the dark shadows around him, he managed to use the cutlery properly to feed himself. Lorant realized he was starved; he had been too worried to notice. In less than two minutes of very fast clicking of dishware and cutlery, his food was gone.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 7:49 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

The food did well to still that odd churn of her stomach, but Autumn still felt unsettled. Lorant had his meal quicker than she expected and she was tempted to send for more food, but it he ate too much he’d likely make himself ill again.

When she was sure he was finished, she moved to set the tray back on the bedside table. She poured him a cup of the warm milk with honey and offered it to him.

“Drink this. It should be soothing.”
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:00 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant accepted the cup of milk. It felt too warm for his currently hypersensitive hands to hold but he told himself it wasn’t going to cause real injury. Despite, he carefully held it by the handle. He sipped. Milk – he really didn’t like milk; it was one of those strange dislikes he simply had. Lorant pursed his lip in resignation and drank it anyway. He gave back the cup.

“I don’t like milk,” he informed. He didn’t want to, but he spoke before realizing it. His voice was coarse as the knot in his throat was not completely gone.

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Divinatas – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:32 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“You will have to suffer with it for a few days.” she responded, taking the cup and setting it aside. Autumn took a mug for herself, it being filled with hot tea, a little cream and some honey. With her cup she rounded the bed to her own side, climbing up carefully and tucking her legs underneath the blanket.

“You may have to suffer with me a few days as well. Rest might be a good idea.” Autumn commented, taking a sip of the tea and making a face when it was too hot for comfort. She tried blowing over the surface to cool it. Occasionally chancing a side glance at her husband from the corner of her eye. Would he feel smothered by her…?
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Azul Morag – Sep 2, 2009 at 8:44 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant casted her a look of wary mystification with some indignation into the mix.

“I don’t like milk,” he insisted. “Surely there is something else to substitute it…” She was getting right into bed and pulling the covers on her legs. Her words reminded him of something.

“Don’t forget to let Addler know I need a nurse when his bill arrives,” Lorant muttered, uncomfortably. “You… won’t have to look after me.”

He tried to lean against his pillows but the bandages pulling in different directions were too painful to ignore. Lorant snorted in frustration with a jolt of pain, then pushed his pillows higher and tried again.

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Divinatas – Sep 3, 2009 at 7:21 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

“There is nothing else. A few days of it will not harm you.” she replied. Of the things for them to bicker about, milk was a trivial thing. What would it be like if that was the worst of their troubles?

“Sending for a nurse isn’t necessary. I will care for you myself.” She didn’t want to say it was because she didn’t trust anyone else to do it. And perhaps if she were to remain close by they might know each other better. If they could sit and talk like this every night, she might not be so afraid and he might trust her a little more.[/do][/bg]

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Azul Morag – Sep 3, 2009 at 7:42 AM

[bg=#000000][so=#ACACAC][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=2&pictureid=1783[/imga][b][u]Baron Lorant Riktophen[/u][/b]

Lorant blinked slowly. This was new. Concerning meals he was used to have what he wanted; only when he was old enough to realize he needed to be strong of body if he was to survive he began caring about balanced meals, but there were some things he never accepted and milk was one of them. Nobody had ever talked to him like this!

“Why should I?” He asked. “What is it to you? That is strange!” Lorant frowned when she went on to disagree about the nurse. “Why are you being stubborn? I need a trained professional! You don’t understand…!”

Evidently, he thought with a deeper frown. Lorant didn’t want to tell her too much about what kind of trained professional he needed!

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Divinatas – Sep 4, 2009 at 7:37 AM

[bg=#201008][do=#a24120][imga=right]http://space-kitten.org/forum/picture.php?albumid=1&pictureid=1784[/imga][b][i]Autumn Riktophen[/i][/b]

Autumn bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t believe she wanted to laugh! Why should a man make such a big deal about a glass of milk? With a deep breath and a partial smile, she tilted her head to blink at him.

“It is better for you. The Doctor left me a list of instructions. If he felt that you needed an additional nurse, I am sure he would have made su