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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 8:23 pm
Acelyn laughed, shaking her head. "It's completely fine." She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled. The way she thought of it, it was only defense, very aggressive defense but defense none the less. "If I was in your shoes I would have done the same thing." She closed her eyes, her hand still on Roulin's arms as her mind began to wonder a little. Thinking about how all this would turn out, the war, if they stayed a live, that she would actually have a friend around to keep her company every once and a while once it was all over. "You would have been the best brother." Her eyes opened up again, looking into the lavender eyes of the Life Owl.
"So tell me. Do you live around here? Not like I am gonna stalk you and make your life any harder after this." Her smile came back, almost as if she was lighting up the room. The metal puddle that she had created in the middle of the room started to float and go back into the jar slowly. The girl's mind was else where but she didn't want him to leave her yet, or at all, because after he left he would probably not go easy on her the next time he saw her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:22 pm
Needless to say, Che was more pleased with this outcome than the last for more obvious reasons than one. The main reason of course is because it wasn't Amara starting the trouble he knew the world couldn't handle. He wanted the best for the girl and for his son's, but as things seemed, his wishes would go unfulfilled still. Sighing and thinking back to the first soothsayer he met, he remembered not liking anything she'd said to him and Dante either. The fatigued, slightly annoyed man shook his head and said to himself, "Goddamn it. Probably shouldn't have raised you guys on just fighting. Maybe put you guys through real school so you could've went to a real college instead of fighting a real ******** war..." His trailing, which was rather audible throughout the kitchen thanks to him elevating his tone, hinted at his thoughts about both instances. While one was still far more desirable than the other, they both lead to war and they both lead to more death and they both lead to his loved ones being in more danger that he'd have to put himself through to guide them out. The tablecloth was pulled upward slightly when his fist clenched and lightly, the elder Owl slammed his fist in disappointment.
"I guess I can't be too upset. This all you kids know anyway," admitted the wild haired Owl with a hint of spite towards himself and his past methods. Exhaling heavily once more, Che knew he could no longer assist Amara down either of these roads anymore, but if he had to chose, he'd take the second. Looking up to the girl with dark purple eyes filled with regret, he spoke to his daughter figure, "These are just scenarios you know? Ideas. Concepts. As a man that doesn't believe in fate, I don't think...that I can say that your visions are likely to happen. If they are, then I can't avert them. Maybe you, Roulin, Lucien and the rest of you kids can, but I can't. Hell, I doubt I'll even try. But whatever you do Amara..." Che stood from his chair and fleeced the collar of his housecoat bringing it to his shoulders once again. After making his way to the young blonde woman, he hugged her and drew her close just as he should've done years and years ago. For a moment, he stood with the girl in his arms and his eyes on the floor behind her. If this embrace could protect her from herself and her inevitable thoughts, the Che knew he wouldn't let her go. She was far from his control now and he hoped that this would telegraph just that. "Just stay safe and try not to die. Roulin and Lucien are strong and if Roulin gets to the point you say he will, what with the killing without hesitation, then you'll have a problem on your hands."
After the mushy moment was done, Che released the girl and tended to the oven once more. The catfish wasn't close to being done, but it didn't matter. He'd wait as long as he had something to do or someone to talk to. As Amara had mentioned, there was another person. Someone she called the Messiah of Owls. He hadn't heard that term since his father he had to kill was off doing his own thing over the globe. Tilting to his head to the side after leaning into the corner where the counter and the sink met, Che cast a thoughtful, inquisitive gaze on the girl. "Amara, do you ever wonder how Roulin is doing? Do you two even talk anymore? I mean with the visions and all, you've probably just assumed that he's getting stronger and a tad bit more idiotic everyday, but surely you know he is like a brother to you. Where do you see him in maybe five years?"
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Roulin knew he could trust the girl now if he didn't before. Her thoughts seemed to match his in terms of it. Because Aimee could trust him, the dark haired boy assumed she knew that she could trust him. It was a very naive speculation and condition, but this seemed to be it. As long as they could keep things between them as calm, cordial and amicable as this, then they'd be the best of friends in no time. Amara and to an extent Lucien were the closest two friends he had. Cecilia was still his girlfriend despite the past few weeks so she was there, closer than they. The prospect of having someone else to talk to though brought a smile to his pale features.
"You'd just be on the list with the others. But no, I don't live anywhere really...but I have reservations in a nearby hotel casino thing. It's ran by our family friend William DeScythe. I'm not going back home though. I plan on just..walking and living tonight. I'll sleep where I fall." Just as him and his father did during their "Bum Retreat". "I just know I'm going to fall soon when I start walking. I'm rather tired and I don't plan on returning so...I'm going to need to find a bench soon." With a childish smile, Roulin acknowledged the brainlessness of his plan, but who was there to stop him? As long as he could sleep warmly on a bench or a bag of trash without repercussion, the young Owl knew he'd sleep and sleep comfortably with the same satisfied grin he wore now.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:39 pm
As the blonde owl listened, she sat up and stretched a little, a small groan was released from her pale lips. The girls electric blue eyes looked into her friend's lavender one's, her smile still there. She put her hand on his, a friendly gesture. "Why don't you sleep here? I'll sleep on the couch and you can have the bed." The girl retracted her hand as she slid over the Life Owl like a snake, rolling as she hit the foot and popping up onto her feet. Again the young woman stretched, leaning forward and showing a glimpse of black markings on her back. Acelyn stood and leaned over Roulin, grabbing the pillow on the other side of him, her face close to his, "I insist." She pulled the pillow over him and tossed it onto the sofa, laying down now.
"That bed is extremely comfortable. I am positive you will love it." The girl closed her eyes, letting her mind wander once more. "I am glad I met you, Roulin. You really have made my life brighter." She leaned her head back to look at her newly found friend upside down, then smiled, getting back into her comfortable position to go to sleep. "If you need anything just make yourself at home, or close to it." In her mind this young man felt like he had always been a part of her life, a childhood friend almost, but she knew that once morning came, that dream would be over with.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:55 pm
Wrecked, Disheveled and completely lost Sakura managed to climb up the shores of New Exire without even aware of where she was. She could barely remember what had happened unfortunately, Last she remembered was L's island and then having to run for reasons she could not register. Some one had found her, some one she did not want to find her.
For a moment she stood in the damp sand and let the water carelessly drip off her face and hair currently too weary to do much about it since she had used more power than she needed in years. "sleep... some where soft" she mumbled as the Ocd clean freak managed to stumble a little further before collapsing in the drier sand before her and drifting through a half conscious state where her body would take some time to re coop.
Time passed Before Sakura roused again sensing more people within her general vicinity, <********> she groaned, she was already beaten and rather worn out after such the unpleasant encounter, Owls, more of them were closing in on her. "Please tell me you are simply coming to check on my condition?[" she asked and the group stepped forward.
"i cant really believe what i am seeing, the Water herald... here in New Exire..." one of them mumbled apparently aware of who she was, urg, in this state... she could tell what he wanted, of course the promise of a practically immortal life was something everyone thought about, "Dont give me that crap, i am really pissed right now, covered in sand, and my clothes are ruined... when was the last time you bathed?" she whined feeling the grains of sand now digging uncomfortably against her skin, she wanted to scrub it and scratch it all off, jump into the shower and take a deep cleaning rub down.
the group moved a bit and Sakura stood straighter. they were not here to cower before her apparently, Guess i'm not as intimidating as i had hoped she rolled her shoulders slightly, this was probably the worst day she had had in a long time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 10:05 pm
 When Che showed the disappoinment in his past meothods, Amara drew an expression of confusion. She had never seen him "break" as he did. When he embraced the telepath/telekinetic she stood in place. She didn't know how to respond...this was the first time Che had ever shown a type of affection to her. Not really knowing how to respond, she embraced him back, looking at the wall behind him. "Che...I won't...it's not my time just yet to stop living..." she trailed off. When he released his embrace and she followed suite, she gazed off into the distance. "Che...do you want to know how I've survived Apocalyptic fire?....I merely refused to get burned" she told him.
She then could sense that Che had questions...he thought about the Messiah. "You've heard of that term before?" she asked him. "I'm sorry Che I'm not prying into your head...just some thoughts poke at me like a pin. What was said about him? I can show you what he looks like...who he is from my memory" she said to him. She closed her eyes as she projected the image of the young messiah and then one of an older image into the mind of The Mastering OWL.
When Che began to question her, she began to think over each question. "Do I ever wonder how he is doing? Of course I do...if anyone knows about going through changes it's me...I sympathize with him, but everything he's doing is out of character for him. He's blinded ....not thinking logically...at least for the cause he wants to stand for...if this was me or Lucien...it might be acceptable...but not for him" she told him. "To be honest, we didn't talk for a while until a few days ago...we actually had a heart to heart...about everything that's been going on with us personally the last few years...he gave me some excuse about the way he was acting but I didn't want to tell him he was wrong for the way he was feeling...I'm sure he get's that enough already...I was just there to listen as he was there to listen to me as well...he's still empathetic...which is somewhat a relief."
"He's aquiring more powers...he's not neccessarily stronger that's a difference. He's slowly understanding each one, but he's not a master of anything yet. You know how they say a jack of all trades...a master of none...that's basically what he is now. If he continues down this path which it seems that he will...he will begin to master each one, understanding how the power works inside and outside" she began. "His lust for power will grow...and then he'll block out any reasoning, beleiving that his way of thinking is more rational than anyone else's...he'll become more of what I believe a dictator in a way...not politically but in the OWL community..." she told him. "But you won't have to worry about that...I'd soon kill him before I let him get that way" she admitted. "I will say I'd love to see Roulin in five years, relaxing, with a family or mentoring young OWLs...living up to his title as the LIFE OWL and not some power crazed mad man. I really just want to see him happy....and at peace" she told him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 1:59 am
Sitting down again, his violet gaze still perched upon the blonde, Che listened to her go on and nodded and smiled at her impressive feat of endurance. Part of him wanted to clap and add to what she said his own bout of prolonged suffering. Instead, he only shook his head and tapped out another rhythm against the table allowing her to have her time. His interest was piqued when she brought up the messiah of Owls again and chuckled when she asked if he'd heard of the term before. "It used to be the title of my father when he started to use his powers in the wrong ways. He had a cult that made Raven's look like a schoolyard bunch. His power was also frightening as well. Oooooh....ferociously strong. So strong that when I locked his soul in a card, his actual power didn't come through. Anyway, I'd rather not think about him right now. His soul is in a special place in my deck."
The old Italian received the image in his mind's eye. After shifting between the two images on his own, he noticed features that probably would've stuck out to anyone else as well. His lips were curved downward and he seemed to inch away from the views. The Mastering Owl was just stuck in thought and after settling his theories his mouth hung partly agape. Rather than ask the question that would assure him of his assumptions, he allowed the girl to finish.
"Definitely. Roulin isn't thinking as clearly as he should be. If he was, I doubt we'd be here trying to put together a plan to kill a single person for the fourth time," said Che as he crossed leg over another. "And I didn't know you two spoke recently. That's actually nice to hear Amara...and he hasn't lost his empathy you say? Well, that just means that he's not crazy yet. He's either starting to think just for his safety, or just Owl safety. Maybe human safety? ******** confusing kids. I swear." He'd decided against making a remark on Amara's prediction for Roulin as it only sent chills up his spine thinking of the situation his son was unknowingly working himself into. Ironically, he found satisfaction in knowing that Amara would fight him before he got too out of hand for anyone else to handle. If he was as strong as she predicted he'd be by that point, she'd have more than just another fight on her hands.
Returning to the issue of this Owl Amara was going on about. Che licked his parched lips, then decided to pour himself a glass of wine, something he told himself he wouldn't do minutes earlier. Savoring the sharp flavor of the alcohol as it died down leaving a grating, burning feeling in his throat, he looked over to Amara with inquiring eyes and sat the cup down. "These images Amara...you've went over them right? Doesn't this guy look...I don't know...familiar to you at all? Just a yes or no please. I just want to make sure you know what I'm asserting here kid."
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Roulin's half-eyed stare widened only slightly when Acelyn insisted that he spend the night. The first thought that entered the young man's mind was whether or not the woman had ever partaken in a sleepover. If not, then having him over was probably the closest thing she ever had to it. Sadly, he couldn't assure that when she awoke, he'd still be laying there enjoying thing that brought him peace nowadays. He didn't burden her with the thought. As long as she was happy, so was he. After she slid over him, the Owl did well to mask the blush that entered his cheeks by reflex. While Acelyn accommodated herself on the couch, Roulin moved to the center of the bed and spread his limbs measuring just how comfortable this oh so comfortable bed really was. Just as she had said, the bed was rather plush and was surely thousands of times better than a wooden bench or a soft bag of trash. More sanitary by far. His relaxed sigh would let her know just how comfortable he thought the bed was. His pleased expression would as well.
Roulin wasted no time taking advantage of the sheets and covers granted to him Acelyn. Smirking lightly, he patted the pillows before removing his sweater leaving on his silk undershirt to cover his torso. The sweater went behind him. Afterwards, he rested his head against the pillow. Even if separated by the strands of dark hair that poured from him, he could still feel the surface of the marshmallow like headrest conforming to him. After his eyes shut and the light of the room was turned off leaving only the moon to shine through the curtains of the penthouse suite, Roulin turned his eyes to where he knew the girl lay. His grin was hidden by the darkness, but he knew she could tell that it was evident. "I do what I c--Heh. You're welcome. I'm glad you let me keep the bed. This is all I need to be at home." Pulling the sheets further upon his shoulders, he curled up beneath them embracing the warmth that around him now. Letting his eyes slipped closed once more, he said to the 'emotionless' blonde, "Good night Acelyn."
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 2:27 pm
When Che mentioned his father, Amara listened with great interest. He never talked about his family...well family before Roulin and Moli. She still wondered what his power was but she decided against it. "I don't know Che...I really don't know" she told him. She really couldn't figure out why Roulin was doing what he was doing...she had heard his reasoning, but it still didn't make sense to her...he didn't have a genuine cause other than to gain more power....underestimating or selling his friends and teammate's short of their own capabilities. Taking a sip of her wine, her eyes met with Che's lavender eyes before she processed his question. "Yea I've seen the image but I don't know who he is" she told him. "Maybe an OWL that our kids will know or something I haven't given it much thought, I'll just know who to look out for in the future" she said to her father figure. "But in simplicity....no...I do not" she told him taking another drink of her wine before checking on the food that was halfway prepared. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss Che?" she asked him with mild curiosity.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 1:41 am
 Ҝѻjῐrѻ Ίʐɑѻyѻῐ═━┈...The Border of Dreams┈━═The Fallen Phoenix 【╳】 xxxxxxxxxxxx㊌ The Frozen Owl....㊌ ╔═══════
Kojiro continued his partol, his eyes tiredly gazed over the landscape of New Exire, as he moved, he would trip over objects or stumble and bump into things. His heart was no longer into anything he did. Silently he made his way along his normal route, however something out of the ordinary caught his attention, "...More UNS?...perhaps just a stupid disagreement..." Kojiro stared in indifference as the scene continued to build. Kojiro stepped forward, but suddenly paused, "...What is the use...." he pondered. After such a heavy blow, Kojiro was in doubt, and lacked drive to do anything. Kojiro stared for another moment.
Three frozen knives landed in front of the group approaching Sakura,"...Please stop whatever you are doing...this is an unnecessary act of violence and It won't be tolerated" another blade formed in his hand as he finished his warning. Kojiro spoke coldly towards the group and did not even consider looking back at who he believed was the victim. Human or not, this was pointless, he would have to deal with this in a much more acceptable manner.
Kojiro looked on to see their weapons unholstered ,"...UNS..." he muttered had he been paring attention it would have been obvious, he looked at the group and then prepared himself,"...Th-this is your last warning...please leave immediately otherwise-" A gunshot cut him off. Kojiro stumbled and felt his shoulder, it was warm as it began bleeding badly. Kojiro fell tot he ground, his powers did not act on their own, he did not even know what happened for a second, he in such a state that he was not even completely on his guard. Kojiro finally realized how derailed he allowed himself to be. Kojiro's weapon slipped from his grip as he got on his hands and knees, he could hear the steps of the group closing on them. Kojiro's eyes were on the ground, he was still out of it, even when he should be writhing in pain, he was just empty. He heard the weapons click as they were leveled at him again, he needed to snap out of it, he would have to stay on the defensive for the moment. Kojiro focused on a shield to stop the rounds, however to his surprise nothing happened. Then there was another gunshot, But this time there was no impact, a ricochet could be heard further in the distance...it missed. Kojiro looked in front of him and saw more blood, the shot must have grazed him, but he didn't feel anything.
"They are toying with me now...." he thought quietly. Kojiro looked up in anger, but it was quickly washed out by horror and disgust. Kojiro stumbled back and realized what happened. The UNS soldier was raised in front of him, impaled in several locations, his limp body held up by frozen tendrils that was meant to be a shield but instead looked like a sharp dead tree. The soldier was killed in a blink of an eye. Kojiro put a hand over his mouth as he stumbled back,"....I-I...I didn't....I didn't mean to...."Suddenly more gunshots rang out as the rest of the group opened fire. Kojiro put his hands up as another jagged shield came up, it was misshaped and large. The confusion o Kojiro's face was a clear indication that he did not intend for this result. But he could not keep grieving. Kojiro darted from out of the cover and closed in on the closest soldier. As he quickly elbowed the rifle out of the way, he send a quick jab to his chest, but in the blink of an eye his hand became coated in ice. Just as the blow made contact, the ice erupted outward through the Soldier, ripping a hole through his torso. Kojiro grimaced,"...N-no!" he thought to himself. The ice shattered and Kojiro turned to the other soldiers,"...I don't want this please just drop your weapons and retreat!" he begged. however the group was already sighting back in on him. Kojiro had no choice, he created on knife and quickly launched it towards them, he opened his palm, but again the attack seemed to magnify, instead of creating a few more knives, several filled the air and shredded a few soldiers to pieces. Only one soldier stood at this point, he looked to his sides and saw his comrades butchered. Then quickly just made a war cry as he charged Kojiro with the butt of his rifle, Kojiro put both hands up in defense,then the shouting soldier fell silent. Kojiro looked on to see the desperate UNS soldier skewered by two spears, the Soldier stopped and shuddered, silently falling to the ground. Kojiro was not fond of the idea of killing, but this was not killing, these men were slaughtered. Kojiro felt sick as he looked at his hands, they were slightly coated in ice and frozen blood, and thick vapors rose from them, his left arm was covered in blood from the shoulder he was shot in. Kojiro looked at the mangled bodies around him, and quickly left the nightmarish scene to see the person he supposedly protected.
Kojiro walked up to sakura, he felt numb and scared, but he did not know who this person was. "...I don't recognize you...who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked in as cold a voice as he could muster.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 2:29 am
Nik smiled at Cecilia's response to his question. It made sense that she'd be on the Night Owls side if she felt that way, but Nik couldn't help but be surprised, someone that would have obviously been prejudiced against for her entire life would certainly have the right to be bitter and hateful towards those who weren't accepting of her looks or abilities. He nodded lightly and replied, "It's similar for me, then again I think I can pass as normal when I want to so I wouldn't be in the spotlight as much as you would." Nik continued smiling as Cecilia asked him if he wanted dessert; his mind immediately flipped to after their first sparring session, when she had promised him ice cream. Chuckling a little, Nik replied, "I think I'm in the mood for some Italian ice cream, after all you still owe me some." Nik was kidding around, he had the full intention of paying for his own ice cream, but he hoped it would cheer Cecilia up a little more. He pondered a bit and selected a flavor, but while they were waiting, Nik asked, "So, what about family? Are your parents Owls or are they human?" Nik didn't know about Cecilia's family troubles, so he saw no trouble in asking the question.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 2:57 am
Despite the fact that the Italian culture had never been Cecilia's most vital strong point, she still knew that Italian ice cream was referred to as gelato and came with other ingredients such as chocolate flakes, an assortment of nuts, cookies, and other small pastries. The gelato sometimes had a special fruit flavor or sometimes a hint of a chocolaty flavor. Of course, the Herald wasn't there to give Nik a lesson on Italian desserts. She merely waved the waiter over and ordered a Gelato for herself and then allowed Nik to order what he wanted. The Jade-eyed Owl also ordered another glass of iced tea as she knew the dessert would make her thirsty as did all frozen treats.
Cecilia had had enough time to mourn over the fact that her parents had wanted to throw her away as a baby that hearing a question related to them did not affect her and if it did, it was merely a passing sadness, which one could consider normal. "Actually, I was raised by my grandparents." She sat back in her seat and crossed her right leg over her left shifting her body into a state of relaxation as an indication that she was perfectly fine speaking about it. "I didn't meet my parents for the first time until just a few months ago in Italy. Roulin was with me. They pretty much told me that they had tried to abort me, but my grandparents stopped them from doing so. I guess you can say I wasn't very happy to hear that." The Azure Owl paused for a moment for the waiter had brought their desserts and she didn't want him listening in as he wasn't part of the conversation.
When the waiter left, she continued after taking a small bite of the delicious fruit flavored gelato. "Whether they're still alive or not, I don't know. I mean...we did make a pretty big mess of Rome. Part of me hopes that they're all right, that they weren't there and another part of me...the part of me that hates them doesn't even care what happens to them at this point. That part of me wants to see them dead." Mmm...who knew that Gelato could be this good. An authentic Italian dessert was just what Cecilia had always wanted. It was very easy to tell the authentic Italian restaurants with the Italian-American themes. The place they were eating at did not disappoint.
Cecilia continued with her story. "My parents were both humans and so were my grandparents. As far as I know, both sides of my families have displayed no hint of powers or anything out of the ordinary. But my entire family dates back pretty far. I could have had Owl ancestors. Of course...Owls didn't really expose themselves back in the old days from what I can determine. But there have been theories. Think about it...Adolf Hitler...the way he could manipulate people into either loving him or fearing him. It's possible that he could have been an Owl. Hell, for the longest time everyone thought that he was actually the Anti-christ. Um...the Salem Witch Trials. Who's to say that some of those girls weren't Owls?" Realizing she was getting off topic, a laugh escaped her lips, which was muffled by the act of the Gravity Herald gently sucking on the spoon she was using to eat her gelato, savoring the hint of flavor it left on the utensil. "But to answer your question...I got along well with my grandparents, but my first impression of my parents definitely wasn't good."
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:12 am
((Serena))
The Vanishing Owl ignored all the other commotion a she kept her mind and focus on the Hot Springs that lay not so far away from her current location. She dipped both hands into her coat pockets to keep them warm. She wasn’t bothered about all the current chaos taking place or where Will was. Nope. Nothing was going to keep her from doing what she wanted, not even the brown haired boy inquiring about wonder beans. In fact, when she heard his voice, Serena picked up the pace at which she walked. She could only expect the chaos to increase with that kid’s appearance….
Soon enough, the white haired woman had arrived at the hot springs and was making her way inside the warm building. She removed her clothes and stored them away safely before wrapping herself in a white fluffy towel and heading into the wash room area to clean herself before entering the hotspring. Perched on a wooden stall, Serena removed her towel and began washing her body and hair using a soft sponge to work the soap up into thick foam. “This is more like it…Peace and quiet..” She picked up a wooden bucket and tipped the warm water inside over herself to ensure all soap was washed away. The Vanishing Owl was feeling quite relaxed now; in fact she was relaxed enough to hum as she strolled from the washroom with the towel back in place and she continued to hum as she dropped the towel and entered the warm healing waters.
((NPC---Sebastian))
Myra stormed after Seb only to…..fall into a portal that led to her ending up right on the other side of the house. The butler smirked and headed back to his office to begin the bothersome task of cleaning up the mess left behind by Myra. Then a thought occurred to him, payback was definitely in order…and the butler had a good idea how to issue such a thing. “Oh Freya~ I have a task for you~”
After speaking with the child and explaining a few things, Sebastian had successfully gained the girls help and together the pair of them redecorated Myra’s room here in the mansion. The once clean, spacious, and tastefully decorated room was soon a jungle paradise filled with moving plants and….ROSE BUSHES!. The dark haired male thanked the young girl and promptly made himself at home in the room. He simply had to be around when Myra showed up. He wanted to watch as she trashed her own room!
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 12:02 pm
Nik quietly listened to Cecilia's explanation; what she described wasn't the best of relationships with one's parents, and Nik could understand her feelings on that front. When his Italian ice cream, or as it was properly called, gelato (something Nik was not aware of) arrived, Nik quietly ate some of it, taking in the taste of the chocolate flavor. When she went off on a tangent, Nik chuckled lightly, and replied, "My friend in the circus, he was quite interested in that, he was the teacher. He taught the kids of the performers various things, made sure they had a decent education and all. He was writing a research paper on it the last time I saw him." Nik nodded at Cecilia's last statement and replied, "I'm sorry about that. if I had known it was a sore subject I wouldn't have asked. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones, my parents were human, but they never really found out about me until I told them, and by that point I was 18 and I was about to leave home and travel a little." Nik fell silent and took another bite of his gelato, conversation had died down again, Nik wished he could think of more things to talk about.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 12:22 pm
Cecilia enjoyed another bite of the delicious fruity gelato, but the bite she took was rather big. What followed was an almost head-splitting brain freeze. She rubbed her temples briefly for a few moments until it passed before partaking in another delicious partial consumption of the Italian treat. She listened as Nik spoke more of his time in the circus and his friend who seemed to be a History buff. It reminded her of her grandfather who would also speak of things that happened so long ago. She had wanted to visit the home she had been raised in. However, certain events had prevented her from traveling to Romania to even visit her home for the briefest of minutes. She was sure that after the war was over, she would be able to visit her family home, but for now...all she had were her memories.
"It's not your fault. You didn't know how my life was back then. It doesn't really upset me all that much anymore to talk about them. As far as I'm concerned, they're not my family. My real family is right here, with you guys and who knows...maybe one day I'll get to start a family of my own. I have all the time in the world now given certain circumstances." She was speaking of the fact that she was a Herald and her life span was many times more than that of someone who wasn't. "I was actually six when I left home. That was when my powers manifested. I guess you can say after that, I didn't really had a steady home, I went from place to place doing everything I could to stay alive, doing things no child would dream of. But sometimes one must do things they don't want to in order to preserve their own lives." The Herald finished off her gelato and pushed the small crystal bowl back. Once Nik was finished, they could both pay for the ticket and head back to the casino, or they could have enjoyed another activity. To Cecilia, it didn't matter for she was not going to sleep any time soon.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 1:23 pm
((Genya))
But it seemed the moment Genya asked his question out of nowhere...everyone disappeared, leaving Genya to wander around the estate on his own....((dun dun dun...)))
((Myra))
"!!!" Just as Myra was about to scream at Sebby again, she found herself at the other side of the house. She blinked and twitched. "That Sebby and his portals." The woman stormed her way back to Sebastian's office with some stops in the middle to sort out some business, so by the time she got back to Seb's office, she noticed that it was cleaner than before and that he wasn't there. Of course he would clean up his office. The golden haired woman sighed as she stalked back to her room. She could use some rest after this stressful day.
Myra was completely clueless of what had happened to her room, so imagine her surprise when she opened the door and saw a black mass. Her eyes narrowed. Plants. Plants. More plants. Sebby. Roses. ROSES? ROSE BUSHES?!! Myra twitched as she roared. "Seeebbbyyyyyy!" She picked up a small table in the hallway and then charged into the room, swinging the table left and right to get to Sebastian. Maybe she should have called her giant sword out to be more effective...
((Will))
Will arrived at the hot springs area a couple steps behind Serena. He finished his shower earlier than her too, so he was actually already waiting by the side of the hot springs before Serena went in. Too bad the albino woman was looking forward to the hot springs so much that she walked pass him without even noticing him. "That eager, hmm?" he remarked as he sat at the side of the hot springs and just dipped his feet in. "Shopping afterwards?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 5:16 pm
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