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 Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:42 pm
Cecilia was straining the noodles when Aeon came into the kitchen. Little Aiden made a small sound of greeting alerting the Herald to her friend's presence. Throughout the two months, Aeon had been unable to get her fix of KIK and therefore was on what she called a detox, going through terrible withdrawals, which she hid from her nephew so as not to upset him. But Cecilia could see that this quitting cold turkey was not comfortable for Aeon. "Yes, he certainly is the most handsome man in the world." She poured the noodles back into the pot and set them onto a burner that wasn't lit before turning off the fire beneath the meat. A small odor touched her nose indicating that Aiden needed to be changed.
"Aeon, will you fix two plates for us?" she asked as she lifted Aiden out of the baby carrier that was strapped to her back using her gravitational abilities. The little boy giggled happily as he descended down into Cecilia's arms. "I'm going to go change him real quick." She walked into the small nursery and set him down upon the changing table. "We're a stinky little man, yes we are!" she cooed as she removed the dirty diaper and wiped his adorable rear end hoping that he wouldn't urinate all over her like he did last time. Raising an infant was dirty work. Once he was clean, she sprinkled a little powder that would prevent him from getting any rashes and placed a fresh diaper on him before carrying him back into the living room and placing him in the tiny playpin where he lay, happily cooing. She couldn't help, but wonder if she would ever get the chance to hold a child that was her own. But she knew now that it would be nearly impossible.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:57 pm
Two months. Two months was all the time that had passed after the destruction of Rome. Time which Anya Newton spent trying to figure out what to do with herself now that she possessed the power of the Herald of Earth. She remembered vaguely what had happened right after she killed Sabrina. It was mostly that she hadn't been able to think at a sane level at all due to the screaming in her head from the entire earth as it acknowledged its new Herald. After Nik had knocked her out, Anya had no idea what he had done to save her, Elle, Nika, Danny, Jack and Morgan from the explosion. She had only heard about what happened to Rome after she woke up from Nik and the constant news reports. At first she had been very scared because she thought that it had been her fault that Rome no longer existed. It had taken Nik nearly an hour to get her to calm down from that scare when he explained to her all that happened after she was knocked out. In her entire lifetime, this had been the second time a city was destroyed where she had actually been. Berlin had actually been her fault and that was why she had been so afraid when she heard about Rome. The last thing she remembered from that time was losing control of the Earth Herald's power. And that very same loss of control had happened when she had destroyed Berlin.
After that, Anya had spent most of the following weeks learning to control her new found abilities. Of course she was still able to use most of her control over poisons and such. But the other stuff... Not so much. Suffice to say, she would hear unwanted whispering at the back of her mind, which she had thought meant that she was going crazy from Nik hitting her over the head. But after a while, she came to realize that she wasn't crazy. The whispering and voices became louder when she was outside and surrounded by nature, the earth, trees, plant life, and animal life. The whispering was the only thing she couldn't control. At least that was what she thought. It was just something she would have to get used to as a the Earth Herald. The earth would tell her things that were sometimes worth hearing and other times it said useless and annoying things just to fish for company. It did get rather annoying knowing that in that regard she could never be truly alone in her mind again. Hopefully, she could find a way to teach the earth to keep quiet when it wasn't saying anything useful.
Other than the voices, Anya spent a lot of her recovery time training her other Earth Herald abilities. And for that she had basically ran off into the forest surrounding the cabin she, Nik, and Elle had been living in the past two months. She didn't return for about three weeks. By that time, Anya had managed to learn to control a portion of her new abilities. The forest taught her many things about the way it manifested itself to her. For one, she found that at certain times she could 'see' the fabric of energy from the earth itself. It was like threads and each one did something different and was connected to a different thing. It was all actually very very cool in her opinion. Of course, Nikolai hadn't been very happy with her for sneaking off and leaving a note saying to not look for her through shadows or anything. But that seemed to be in the past now.
When Nik returned from his wanderings in the nearby town, Anya could be found on the roof, just laying there and staring up at the sky. For once, the earth's whisperings was rather calm, none of them saying anything specific to grab her attention. It was more like a low hum within her mind.
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"Another hand, miss?"
Kate blinked slowly and stared back at the dealer across the table. After a couple of seconds, she rolled her eyes and gave the poor young man dealing the cards out a dismissive wave of her hand, signaling for another round of cards. "Yes. Yes... Lay out the cards..." Kate said, a small sigh underlying her tone. She was most definitely bored still. She had been sitting at this poker table in this casino for about thirty minutes now. Honestly, she had only started playing on a bored whim. Besides, she and Che and Will had been stuck in Las Vegas for the past two months. What else could she possibly do to keep herself sane from waiting around for Che to think of something?
So this is what she had resorted herself to: an old habit of playing poker which she had picked up when institutionalized in Russia after her suicide attempt. And she became quite good at it. The evidence of which sat next to her left forearm on the card table: a large pile of poker chips she had compiled in her time here. Of course, she had a crowd of onlookers watching her when they noticed she kept winning hand after hand within the time she had been seated. She couldn't understand why these blind people couldn't tell that poker and card games like it was all about probability? That was how she kept winning. Kate never cheated at games like these because she never had to. There had just been that much spare time for her to learn this skill back in the Russian crazy house.
Anyway, now she immersed in yet another hand of this card game. She didn't really care how much money she won. Kate was just looking for something to do at this point. While she might not care what she won, the other people at the table were none too happy given that she kept winning. Basically cleaning them out of their cash. Despite this, Kate paid little to no attention to those sharing the table with her besides the dealer, who, amazingly, was able to stay rather calm the entire time as per his job description probably. By the time she got to that thought, people were already betting and or folding. It wasn't long after that that one of the men at the table called out for an all-in bet. Kate's facial expression remained stoic even as the man glared at her with a smirk on his face, thinking he had already won this hand and was going to take her off her high horse, even if there was no high horse to begin with. Kate shrugged and shoved her pile of chips in, after exchanging a card out of her hand for a new one. With that action, the reveal came along. The man who had called all-in revealed a full house with three aces and two kings. The dealer was not in this round, so it was just Kate and the one man. Kate sat there for a moment as if deciding what to do with her cards.
"What's the matter, Miss High-'n-Mighty? Got a lousy hand this time around for once?" the man jeered at her, as if that was the reason why she was stalling.
Kate simply rolled her eyes. "Ugh... You are that conceited, are you not?" she said aloud, causing the man to scowl in distaste at her attitude. Kate did not care one bit anyway. "You would rather risk more embarrassment in front of a mass of strangers by a mere young girl..." She added, giving the man a bored look from behind the cards she held in one hand as a small stack of five. The man simply glared at her, eyes narrowed. "Fine. Then, I shall grant you that wish for humiliation but it shall be no fault of mine, nor anyone else's but your own foolishness." At that, Kate revealed her hand by laying the stack of five cards by swooping them along the green velvet of the table top in front of her: a four of a kind with jacks and a two of clubs. The man across the table suddenly burst out in fury, shouting at Kate from across the table, accusing her of cheating and other such madness. It spouted obscenities and other such words at her, but Kate kept her straight bored face and simply watched as the now even higher pile of chips was pushed back in her direction by the dealer. Before the man could show any violence towards her, the casino security had to forcefully remove him from the premises. 'What a joke...' Kate thought to herself. 'I thought Las Vegas was supposed to be more entertaining than just this...'
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:20 pm
Jeannie looked at Lucien and said nothing. He was determined on getting Moli but how was he going to do that? It had been two whole months and it seemed that they had accomplished nothing. When he had complimented the young woman she smiled. "Thank you" she said quietly as she listened to Lucien speak to Sibal. She walked up to the couple as she looked into the horizon. "So where are we headed first?" she asked. She was ready to leave as well, being here was nice, but it wasn't life.
Amara could hear the voice but couldn't respond back to it. Well not project her thoughts, but she did begin to think, if the psion who was detecting her could hear her thoughts she might be able to identify who she was. I'm Amara Elizabeth Vanili she thought to herself. Closing her eyes she began to think more and more to herself, at least until she heard back from the woman who was in her head.[/size
Aeon smiled at Cecilia. "Yea no problem" she said as she took out two plates and began to prepare them for herself and Cecilia. Her head began to hurt slightly as she poured herself a glass of tap water. Ingesting the water she counted to three and then proceeded to make their plates. The aroma of the food was heavenly as she prepared her plate and then Cecila's. Placing it on the table, Aeon went to go get the parmesan. She sprinkled a lot on her plate but left Cecilia's bare, if she wanted some, she would most likely pour some on herself.
"Amara" Evelynn said to herself. She then regained her composure as she began to probe Amara's mind. As a psion Amara would probably notice her mind being picked at but since she was rendered powerless she couldn't do anything about it. Don't worry, I'm someone who wants to see you flourish dear Evelynn projected and as she finished speaking. She was in the depths of Amara's mind, staring at the two personalities that inhabited Amara's body. Smiling her astral self disappeared and she was now finished. In time Amara would be improved...better than what she already was. She would have helped her daughter but she was confident that she was more than capable of taking care of herself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:40 pm
Nik spun around to face Elle as she looked at the computer she was holding, he smiled at her and replied, "Another reason to be on the other side of the country... Baked bird with some veggies, gotcha. I'll get started on that in a minute." Nik smiled and let his shadows put the rest of the groceries away. He headed back outside, the snow crunching beneath his shoes again as he stood out from under the lip of the roof of the cabin. He manipulated his shadows to raise him up to the roof where Anya was. He stepped of the pillar of shadows and onto the roof, walking up next to the poison owl; Nik knew her as that first, so her being the new Earth Herald mattered very little to him. He noticed she was a bit more distant than usual, which bothered him a bit, but he figured she just needed time to adjust. Nik stepped up behind her and bent over, blocking her view of the sky and said, "Hey Rocky, lunch is on. What would you like Chef Nikolai to make for you? We've got all sorts of veggies, all sorts of meat, and various spices to kick things up a notch. I'm making baked chicken for Elle, would you like a special order?" Nik smiled at Anya as he waited for her answer.
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Nika smiled as she laid back in the grass with Danny as his zombified dogs chased a few people around. "It's like in those zombie movies when the people realize that they're immune to infection. It's pretty awesome, not gonna lie. I mean, zombies are cool, but being one isn't very cool. I would hope you wouldn't make me into one of your zombies unless you had to Danny." She sighed and looked up at the cloudy sky; The Fallen Phoenix were pushing closer to DC, and a lot of people had already left, fearing the wrath of the Owls they had once looked down on. Rome had been an interesting affair, it was interesting escaping the explosion with a couple of Night Owls. She had just about clocked the guy who threw her off the building, but considering he was her and Danny's ride out of there, she didn't. Nika only wondered about Neah; he hadn't escaped with them, and she hadn't heard from him in a while, she wondered if he was dead or not. It had been a long time since the two had gotten this separated. It wasn't like she needed him around, but she worried about him, even though she knew he could take care of himself; she was his older sister after all. She looked over at Danny, smiling at his smile she rarely saw him wear. "Glad you finally figured out how to enjoy yourself kid." Nika leaned over and kissed Danny on the cheek before standing up, saying, "Come on, we should get out of here before they catch us again. Last time it took me an hour to pull the shrapnel out of your torso." She wasn't sure how or even why, but she had grown attached to the kid in the short time she had known him for. She found it funny that she grew attached to an antisocial zombie controller; it sounded like something out of a movie, but she didn't mind too much.
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Jack laughed as Morgan asked why she got dragged along with him as she sipped the hot tea he had prepared. His parents were on a prolonged vacation somewhere in Asia, so they were nowhere to be found. Of course, he had gotten the call from them when Rome went up in a flash. Jack just told them he was fine and that he was going to be staying at home for a while. "Careful with the tea, it's hot. You got dragged here along with me since it wasn't as though you had anywhere else to go. I figured I'd be hospitable and let you stay with me in the warmth of indoors, rather than just setting you loose on the cold streets. We've been through this about eighty times since we got out of that shadow place." Jack smiled and stood from the chair he was sitting in, picking up Morgan's tea and bringing it to the kitchen. He dropped an ice cube in it to cool it down while still keeping it warm and made himself another cup. He brought them back out and handed Morgan her cup while moving back too his chair. "You're really not suited for the cold weather are you? I don't know how you've lasted this long like that... well, it's warm in here at least. Tell you what, today I'll go buy some firewood and we can start using the fireplace." Jack smiled and sipped his tea, enjoying the very hot liquid warming him up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 11:45 pm
( Hmm I'm not really sure where everyone is supposed to be or doing but it seems everyone is in groups of about 3 or so. Where are my characters supposed to be or rather what group are they in if everyones in a group? )
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:02 am
Rain can wash away a lot of things, but unfortunately memories are much more resilient. "It's raining again..." Demios said quietly as he looked outside. His mind seemed to always be running reminding him of the battles he had been through. It wasn't that Demios wasn't glad to be away from it, but the thought that it wouldn't be long until he was pulled back in. In the two and a half months he and Genya had been in Oregon life had been quiet. They had managed to locate and rebuild his grandmothers old home, and with it he felt a strange sense of peace there, the place had become a sort of home for him. Demios had of course attempted to send Genya home, but thus far had failed to succeed. He supposed it was because enjoyed having Genya around and couldn't muster the will to actually send him away. Demios was brought from his thoughts when he noticed the yard, on it were a few grave sites they had made to remember the friends they had lost over the years. The largest one was for Armand it seemed to be the most intricate and he had spent many hours making, it was one of the few things he had done without the help of his powers since he had arrived. As he looked about the living room he sat in he wondered how Genya was holding up.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 12:30 am
((Other - Genya "the Fearless" Thorinagano))
@.@ "Whooooooo!" Genya was spinning around doing who knows and finally - "OW!" - BAM! - hit the ground with spirally eyes. "Eto.... dizzy....ay caramba.....ooh...eto...that is Spanish...." The Japanese Alchemist Owl lay on the floor and then rolled over to get up. Unfortunately, since Genya was still dizzy, his attempts to get up yielded another tumble to the ground and more rolling until he rolled pass Demios and then tumbled out the door of the rebuilt home. "@.@ Eto..... ehhhhhhhh. Oi....Deeemiii I think I messed up...." And finally he stopped rolling, stopped by Armand's marker. "!!! Eto, rain! Eureka!" A small Bun Bun squeaked and crawled out from under Genya and scurried behind the Armand marker. It was secretly tasting grass and didn't want Demi knowing.
The past few months had been a bit confusing. Obviously, Genya got all confused by Rome, and they they were randomly teleported to Oregon, U.S.A., a place he had never been to. Demios did most of the house building work since Genya sucked in physical capabilities and kept mixing random materials (although those materials turned out to be very strong and useful). There hadn't been much contact with Japan, but Ben had managed to make a single contact but Naoki had been louder than Ben in asking where Genya was. Since there weren't really much working transportation and teleportation seemed to work, Genya couldn't make it home.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:13 am
Demios watched as Genya rolled by and couldn't help but laugh a bit. He had to admit the randomness of Genya astounded him sometimes, but it did keep things interesting. There was something about Genya that made things around seem better. Demios quickly got up and walked outside, a little surprised Genya was able to get past the door while rolling. He walked over to him and quickly helped him up making sure to be careful so Genya wouldn't fall again. It was kind of funny to him to see the now soaking wet and muddy owl and before he knew it he burst out laughing finding the whole thing funny. "Genya, sometimes I wonder how you ever get anything accomplished with your klutz attacks" He said with a smile. He put a hand on Genya's shoulder "We should get inside I don't think we want you to get sick from being out in the rain" He said. He took a moment to rub some mud from Genya's cheek. "Besides we need to go to town soon, I think we're running low on supplies" He said.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:42 am
((Random Message to Fal: So... I wonder if Ember just happened to grab Ben and Naoki....or if Ben and Naoki are going to attempt to pull off a "rescue mission" on Genya.))
((Other - Genya - Not a zoombie!))
If Genya had helped himself up, he might have just slipped and fallen again. But since Demios was there, he didn't fall. "Klutz? Sick? I have get well potion!" Genya said cheerily as he acted like a little kid being patted on the ...cheek by Demios.
Behind Demios and Genya, a large figure began to rise from between the "graves" Demios had decorated. Genya didn't seem concerned.... The figure was familiar, and it wasn't Armand.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 6:59 am
“No, no drink for me. Thank you though ma’am.” Che Presidiomni, the one single Owl that much of his kind used to look up to had become something far less than the shimmering, glistening lavender beacon of hope he once was. Over the course of two and a half months, things had changed and they’d changed for the very worse. Kate, the lovely, vibrant, voluptuous Eternity Owl had finally healed from the grievous injuries she’d sustained back in Rome. Hadn’t it been for the help of Elle, the young woman may have not seen this day. For that, Che was thankful. Amidst the massive skirmish that had taken place in Rome was the transformation of his son’s motives, ways and philosophies of the thread-like relationship between Humans and Owls. Even now, as he sat in front of the casino’s large, loud slot machine mindlessly inserting coin after coin, he couldn’t help but wonder what was next here. The usually overconfident Owl was now reaching his end…his strategic limit in this situation. Running a hand down the side to the tip of his now bearded chin, the ancient man gave thought to his next few moves here.
“Gotta be ******** kidding me here man…goddamn it.” The elder Presidiomni’s endgame was now in motion and his trump card had yet to be played. Knowing these two things both set Che on edge and placed him comfortably in zone with an adequate amount of breathing room. Conflicting emotions only let the man know that this final tactic of his was very, very fragile. Anything could knock this work of his out of whack and set into motion a chain of events that would lead to Raven having her way. Roulin, he already knew, was going to do his best to stop that from happening at all cost. The ‘at all costs’ part though was what was scaring him. “Nothing is ever guaranteed anymore I swear. Plans don’t mean s**t anymore especially when there’s a---goddamn it. I need to focus and stop talking to myself.” Roulin no longer cared about the lives of those he acquired a power from. Lucien was at least nice enough to give his victims a prayer before shipping them off to Hell or Heaven. He was now Death after all. Che tugged the lever which was tipped with a bright and shiny red ball. The six slots that displayed a number between one and twelve would stop individually as Che pressed the buttons corresponding to each slot before him. This game…was cheating….
Exire had yet to be raised. New Exire on the other hand was actually thriving. While he did find it intensely ironic, it was enough to console his heavily clouded mind. All over the news papers, televisions and radio station were broadcasts of the developing story. Thus far, the little pseudo-nation had spread to Massachusetts. What the ******** just two months? Undoubtedly, Thomas, the new leader of the UNS, had something to do with this. If not, the New Exire was just far too strong. Che prayed that wasn’t the case. With all the madness that had occurred recently, keeping track of all that was transpiring was beginning to become strenuous to the tired man. The past two nights have been spent attempting to do just that. It would account for the deep patches of darkness around the bottom of his eyes. Again, Che lowered his hand about his face to wake himself up somewhat. It was time to play the game.
The last three slides were always the broken ones. Will had taught this lesson to Che when the slots were first brought in. As of recently, they’d changed somewhat, but not by much. They were still computers and they still ran on a random number generator. “Hmph. Bullshit,” finally said Che after shutting off the first three slots. These generators weren’t random. Far from it. They pattern that were used were simply larger than most people could remember. The gambling man had seen enough of these in the past to know how they worked. The last three slots rotated faster. The numbers one, seven and eleven weren’t in, but the untrained eye could see this. Even then, to add to the challenge, the button would react only after three frames after being pressed. “Should’ve picked a card game…one…two and three…….bingo.” And with the proper timing, the right amount of patience and a good eye, Che stomped the digital slot machine and sat diligently as money poured from it’s silver-laced gut. Just over his shoulder was Kate who seemed to be causing a ruckus at the Poker table. Smirking, he wondered why she never shared with him her prowess at the game….oh well. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t always wearing her poker face.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 8:14 am
((TFP---Raven))
For most people the last two months had passed by slowly while for others they had gone by in a blink of an eye. For one blonde female it had teetered in between the two. Catherine Turner had been very busy over the two months. Planning, preparing…oh and let’s not forget the war she was leading against the humans. Like a contagious disease Raven had stretched her area of control outwards leaving a path of despair and destructions behind her. The Fallen Phoenix’s influence around the world was constantly growing in a number of ways. Everything was currently moving in their favour and for the humans of the world things were looking very bad. Raven was a ruthless woman and would not let anyone that stood in her way to live. This was in her mind, the way it had to be. In order to gain victory she had to remain focused on her goal.
Around two weeks ago Raven had departed from New Exire with a small army of Owls. They were currently heading into Massachusetts. The force at which they attacked was truly horrifying. Again this was something Raven did not care about, her eyes were set on the horizon were her goal sat and nothing was going to change her mind. The blonde haired female was in one of the temporary base camps looking over some progress reports that had been sent in from Vermont and Rhode Island, just two more stepping stones that needed to be ‘turned over’ in this seemingly endless war. Outside fresh gun fire sounded. Most likely some gutsy human feeling lucky was attempting to take on the Owls that had been resting. “Silence them..” Raven muttered to a tall man that stood behind her. He nodded once and left the room. A few moments later the gunfire stopped and was replaced with a gurgled scream of pain. “They never learn…” Her blue orbs of ice continued to scan the paper work in front of her. The other areas which could be considered ‘front lines’ were making steady progress, they still had a long way to go….but the determination each Owl had was burning strong enough to see them through. “Time to continue” Raven said as she rose from her chair.
((TFP---Serena))
Serena was glad to finally have a few moments peace and quiet. She had been working from New Exire doing the work that the Exiran Generals told her to do. She was never one to enjoy being told what to do but in her current position she had no other choice. Should she refuse her cover may become at risk. She had just returned to her flat after working a long night shift and was preparing to eat, shower and sleep…Well that had been the plan up until she walked in her home. Where a comfortable stylish sofa had once stood was now a tattered mess of material, foam, and wood. Apparently her three headed companion still had a problem with being left alone. “Goddamn it Cerberus…” She was too tired to even raise her voice at the hellhound/overgrown puppy. Stepping into the kitchen she opened the fridge to be greeted with a large number of high quality steaks. Cerbs had a huge appetite and such as it was his food took up all of the fridge save for one compartment which was Serena’s. “Cerberus…Dinner..” The white haired woman muttered as she slapped a few steaks into a large bowl.
Over the last two months Serena had been busy with Kojiro, working, training, bonding so on so forth. Unlike before, she had begun trying to keep herself from harnessing any more feelings towards the young male because she knew that things will change and become bitter between the two as soon as she was no longer needed in America. Still, Serena could not help but dread that day. There were only a very small handful of people in the world that Serena wished to never hurt. And unknowingly to Serena, Kojiro had become one of them. “Uh…Perhaps a shower first..” Turning around and leaving the kitchen, the Vanishing Owl walked through her bedroom (Which was a mess…thanks to Cerbs) and grabbed some clean clothes before entering the bathroom. “Hmm..I wonder if Kojiro has eaten yet…Perhaps I should invite him over for some----wait…I can’t until I get a new sofa.” She rubbed her eyes in annoyance but shrugged it off. This was the price she needed to pay for keeping a pet such as Cerbs.
((UNS---Daryle))
Oh man had Daryle been faced with the most hectic scene on his arrival in Japan. His precious daughter had annoyed Myra enough to see that the hot springs house that belonged to Will destroyed. The Breezy Owl had been able to enjoy the company of his family in the mansion and had even helped out with the repair work. Apparently though, Sebastian did not trust the blonde male with electric tools and so Daryle had been reduced to cleaning up rubble and other messy stuff that no one enjoyed doing. Despite that, Daryle had been rather happy with his current location. He was in a wonderful country with his family and to him that was the only thing that mattered. Despite his presence, his daughter had continued annoying Myra at every chance that arose. Thankfully, Sebastian was usually on hand to quell the situation when needed which made things easier on Daryle and Erin who was three months pregnant and rather unstable with her emotions.
Today the Breezy brained male was out in the city of Nagasaki shopping for random supplies. Around here it was highly recommended that you were able to speak and understand Japanese to save confusion, getting lost, causing offence, and looking like an idiot. Daryle was actually pretty fluent in the language and so he had no trouble getting around…The same cannot be said about his young Spanish wife who struggled with English as it was. “Ooo I bet Freya would love to try these!” Daryle said as he excitedly grabbed a bag of chocolate goodies. “Oh! And Erin would enjoy that! Oh oh oh! I want some of these!” Yes the stupid Owl was in a shopping mood which meant he would splash out on items that were really of no use to him. “Hehehe…”
Stepping outside with bags simply bursting at the seams, Daryle picked up the sound of a woman speaking or rather...shouting in English. Blinking a few times, Daryle looked around and finally located the source of the voice. “You know…yelling in English will not get you anywhere..” He said in a cheerful tone as he tapped the redhaired woman on the shoulder. “Allow me to offer you some help. If you are looking for something to drink I can act as you navigator and---Oh wait…” He crouched down on the floor and rummaged through his bags until he pulled out a bottle of sake. “Hehehe, I have this. Ever tried sake?” He said as he rose back to his feet and handed the bottle over to the woman who seemed to need it more than Sebastian anyways. “The names Daryle by the way. Darlye Saxton.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 9:19 am
Cecilia found her plate already made. "Thank you, Aeon," she said with a light smile as she sprinkled some Parmesean cheese on top of it. This wasn't that processed powdered Parmesean that came in a jar that one stuck in his or her cabinet, but real Parmesean cheese that came in a block and needed to be grated. It wasn't real Italian unless every bit of fixing was real. She was sure that Roulin, Moli, and Che would enjoy this. Yet thinking about them brought sadness to her heart, especially when she thought of Roulin. Thinking about Roulin also brought feelings of betrayal. After all those times of her comforting him when he had been afraid of turning into a monster....What good did that do? What good did her words or her advice do? Absolutely nothing. Because her nerves needed settling, she fixed herself a small cup of coffee. It was one of the only things that kept her going these days, that and knowing she had a child to take care of. The weary Herald then carried her plate into the dining area and sat down and began to dig in. Most would agree that her cooking was delicious.
Her grandmother had taught her a few things when she was just a young girl and she had picked up a few things here and there on the streets and in hotel rooms by watching a few cooking shows. After she had become comfortable enough to start cooking on her own, she began to add in her own creativity when it came to preparing or cooking a meal or two. Not wanting to spend this meal in silence, she spoke. "Have you heard from Moli?" she asked Aeon curiously. She probably hadn't. They hadn't heard from any of the others for quite some time. They were still alive, Cecilia knew that much. They had to have escaped the explosion as well.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 4:10 pm
New Orleans, Louisiana. That was where Erin had ended up being transported to after the explosion at Rome, along with Roulin and another girl who had briefly introduced herself as Bailey. For the last two months, the three had been staying in New Orleans. Roulin hadn't said much to anyone, let alone much of anything in their time here. The city of New Orleans was a brilliant mosaic of culture, food and music. However, Erin had not been in any sort of mood to fully invest herself into the sightseeing.
What had happened back in Rome before the explosion, when she had helped Roulin get to Thomas, had taken a huge toll on her mentally and emotionally. A UNS soldier had punched her in the jaw, knocking her to the ground. After which, she had retaliated. But that wasn't exactly her. Her abilities had kicked into battle mode overdrive, for lack of a better phrase or word. It felt like she was outside of her body watching herself killing soldier after soldier as she followed Roulin deeper into Rome. In the past, when she lost control of powers, Erin wasn't able to remember anything that had happened during that time, like it had been after a fainting spell or something. Except this time. This time, Erin remembered everything that had happened. Everything that she had done. And, to tell the truth, it scared her. She hadn't wanted to kill people! Not at all! But they had left her no choice. When in that state, Erin remembered she could only feel cold, and numbness. No compassion or pity for any of the people she had had to kill. She had wanted so very badly to take control of her body back. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not regain control. And while battling in her subconscious, she had become so frustrated, frantic, desperate, and helpless that she had started to cry. It was maddening: not being able to stop the massacre that she was creating at that time.
Add on that fear a few more things: 1) her worries over her decaying relationship with her sister; 2) the state of the world; and 3) Another physical change, after her now reddish eyes, had occurred with Erin's mutation. She now had intricate elegant tribal tattoos, which bore similarities to the veins of a leaf, that had slowly but surely faded into existence along her entire body. The only place that did not have any markings was her head. As such, Erin was now forced to wear long skirts or pants, with a long sleeved or turtleneck blouse or shirt. If she chose to wear sleeveless shirts, she put on either a sweater or light jacket to cover up her arms. But no matter how carefully she dressed herself, she couldn't cover some of the uppermost edge of the tribal patterns on her neck at the base of her skull.
Anyway, one can only imagine the stress, anxiety, fear, and depression she was suffering. However, Erin being the person she was, was not going to let any of it show as best she could. This was certainly not the time for her to be pouring out her worries to Roulin, Bailey, Cecilia, or anyone else in the world who would listen. They had bigger things to worry about. There was no one who would understand her situation and try to help her. The only person Erin trusted enough to confide in had been Elle, her older sister. But now even that route was denied to Erin, for Elle wanted nothing to do with her any more. Cecilia, while being a new good friend to Erin, was nowhere that Erin could possibly get in touch with her, and nor did Erin feel like burdening Cecilia with even more worries. Erin had no desire to be someone that people had to worry about because she didn't want to be a burden to people who had been so good to her. Roulin, of course, was off on his own doing things that Erin had time and again told him she disapproved of, and was most definitely not someone Erin wanted to bother with her problems right now. Hers seemed so small and insignificant compared to everything else. And Bailey seemed to be purposely avoiding both Erin and Roulin, so Erin let her do so. If Bailey didn't want to be approached at all, then Erin would leave her alone. Besides, if someone was avoiding you, that most likely meant that the person was either afraid of you, shy, or didn't like you at all. Any one of those reasons was clear enough to keep Erin from even trying to talk to Bailey. In all, Erin was alone. The most alone she had ever felt in her entire life. Despite this, Erin still smiled her usual smile, though a lot of the time it would seem more like a half-hearted smile.
Today, after two and a half months of sheer loneliness, Erin found herself visiting some of the graveyards in New Orleans. Usually at night, but she went during the day too. It was one of the only places she felt she should go. Plus, she had pretty much visited every other place in New Orleans that was reportedly worth seeing with one's lifetime. This was where she was now, under the main arch signifying the entrance to the graveyard. Erin stared up at the cemetery's sign with her red eyes. She lowered her gaze from that sign within a couple of moments, and she could see a tiny group of people, mourners, gathered at a grave for a funeral. There had been so much death in Erin's life up until this point. Most of which, she hadn't wanted to happen at all. But it seemed that it must be so, for it appeared to be the only way they were ever going to bring peace to the world. Erin stood there, underneath the cemetery sign, watching the funeral from afar...
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:11 pm
(Forgot to mention to you guys (Nicko and Solaris), that Moli is already with them. Also, Solaris, post as Victoria soon.)
On the tip of the young man's index finger of his right hand sat an orb of condensed photons. It wasn't volatile, but the way it hummed and rotated on it’s perfect axis seemed to say otherwise. On his middle finger of his right hand was a ball bearing. Metallic in composition, there were some areas that were darker than others. Still, those dark patches were metal, but the ball bearing because of this was no ordinary one. It was one the youngest Presidiomni had constructed with a new power of his. Like the orb of light, it rotated about a perfect axis. It didn’t hum, but instead remained silent. On his other hand floating above his ring and middle finger respectively sat two other elements. One sphere, which rotated the slowest of them all, was composed of rock and splotches of dirt. The other and final one was nearly invisible and rotated the quickest. Its axis constantly changed and this was a sign that this power was the most volatile in nature. This sphere was a shock wave. Roulin’s lips finally lifted from scowl they’d been fixed to every since he entered New Orleans with Bailey and Erin. Unlike those two, he a way to get stronger and this test was just another way to do it. What could they do? One could manipulate blood and the other could grow ethereal arms out of their back. Scary to some, but almost amusing to him. As long as there were more powers to gain, then Roulin wouldn’t be stopping this anytime soon.
The Owl of Life as of recently had not been living up to his title. A string of unsolved murders have been springing up in state after state. If it wasn’t the doing of Lucien, then it was undoubtedly him. Even as he read the newspaper supplied to him by the local restaurant, he didn’t flash a bit of remorse for his choices. What was done needed to be done and now he was stronger because of it. That was that and nothing would soon change either. Rising from the corner of the bed, Roulin finally gathered his dark green button up shirt. His hair, which was now flowing in onyx tresses down onto his shoulders, would always get caught beneath the collar. Promptly after lifting the black strands from his shirt, he left the cheap motel that the three scraped money up for and left to the town. Unbeknownst to Bailey and Erin, Roulin had money and a nice amount of it. Only when they weren’t around did he use it. Now was one of those moments. The local restaurant, a small eighties themed burger place, was his only choice. Being an Italian, each time he entered, someone somewhere would utter to him, “Ayeeeeee” as he entered. Smirking at the gesture each time, Roulin simply went to his seat and awaited a waitress.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 5:40 pm
Bailey left the exact change for the coffee on the table before she got up and left the small, yet cozy cafe and ventured out into the cold air once more. Her long raven tresses whipped around her face, caught in the wind. She used her left hand to move them out of the way. During these two months, food for them was scarce and therefore Bailey had lost quite a bit of weight. Then again, she had always been tiny for her age, like a porcelein doll some would call her with her wintery pale skin and haunting aquamarine eyes. She spun around wondering where to go next. New Orleans was a large city, one could get lost and never find their way back home. But given the fact that this was her home-town, she was quite familiar with it.
The pale Vector Owl passed by a small restaurant, but stopped in her tracks and backed up a few steps. It was burger themed, one of the few in New Orleans. The food was surely delicious as was all food in this city, but that wasn't what stopped her. At a table, Roulin sat. While the restaurant wasn't exactly expensive, her funds most definitely couldn't have afforded such a place. Bailey could have stormed in, yelled and screamed at Roulin, but what good would that do? None whatsoever. Still, she opened the door to the restaurant and maneuvered through the tables towards the purple eyed Life Owl. Her lips curled into a light smile, which didn't exactly reach her eyes. "Feel like some company?" she asked in her usual timid voice. If he turned her away then she would leave. He had been kind enough to at least try and help her with her mutation. Of course, they rarely spoke to each other unless completely necessary.
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