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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:21 pm
Like the cold snow on the ground, the Alkaline Owl seemed to be nothing of what she was before. Her eyes, cold, yet some how were masking the gentleness she had gained the night before. Her eyes were looking at a picture she painted of her sister that was now in a silver frame, lined with leaves that swirled around like the flurries outside. The young woman put a box next to the picture, smiling a little as she unwrapped it slowly and took out a pendant. Running her pale fingers over the small token of love, the memories of Aimee grown up flooded into her mind like a wave. As she put the pendant next to her dead sister's picture, she breathed a sad sigh. "Thank you for watching out for me. Merry Christmas, Aimee." Acelyn kissed the forehead of the pictured Aimee, holding back her tears as she put the picture on the table and headed for the window.
Christmas was hard for this young woman, growing up without a family and having no one to spend this day with seemed to be at the surface of the feelings she always had on this day. The Owls pale fingers ran down the window, watching the families walk on the sidewalk below. Her fingers that laid on the window turned to a fist, which was now seeping silver liquid. "I hate Christmas..." She whispered, walking away from the window to the table and opened her hand to watch the liquid seep between her fingers.
The Owl's mind seemed to be gone now, anger and hatred filled her eyes as she grabbed her jacket and put on her snow boots. She needed to leave before she broke something, which seemed to be what she wanted at the moment. Heading out the door she grabbed her key, her footsteps echoed down the hall quietly as she walked. I just need to get my mind off this stupid holiday. Everyone is so happy, it's almost repulsive. Her bright blue eyes scanned the hall as she went down the stairs, leaving the building through the side door so no one saw her and then walking down the sidewalk, not knowing where her destination was.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:37 pm
Che, much like both his sons, had spent most of their trip just glaring out of the window in the sea of illumination below. For nostalgic purposes, Che wished the lights below weren't flaming cars, random gunshots and burning buildings. Once again, he was caught up in this mayhem...this war that he and a select few deceased now of course started centuries ago. He could faintly see his reflection thanks to the dim lights above him. Not even he could bring himself to approve of the saddened look on his pale mug. He tugged at the collar of his turtleneck sweater to unfold it and then looked forward giving his attention to Lucien.
The young man seemed less concerned compared to Roulin and many of the others. Vincent was in a league of his own though. The kid was passing out gifts to everyone. Che couldn't care less about his mood even though someone here needed to be "that guy" in this moment. He accepted his deck of black cards grinning and with a pat. There wasn't any need for spite right now and showing a bit of disappointment now wouldn't boost anyone's morale. "Aww...thanks kid. You've given me a deck of grenades!" said Che after realizing just what he was holding.
After Vince left, Che replied to Lucien as he'd planned to before. "You know, that's an odd question to ask. Not that I mind it." One of the Italian's long, lanky legs settled over the knee of his other leg and he leaned back in the half-recliner. "What happens to everyone else isn't important is it really? I know what I want to do and you know what you're hell bent on doing. To answer your question though kid, I don't know. All I know is that I'm going to get my job back this weekend. Thomas is going to die and I'm going to become an Ambassador. I don't know what everyone else will do, but as long as I'm alive, I guess I'll help them where they need it. You should do the same."
~~~
"Yeah." Roulin replied, his mind still clouded in thoughts of how he'd finish things this time without killing the one Owl he wanted to see make something of herself. He played with the scarf's edgings making sure not to tug them lest it unravel into threads. The tattered look of the edgings were a nice touch and probably something Dante would've appreciated given his title. Too bad he was dead. When Lucien gave a Merry Christmas to the couple Roulin nodded back and let him speak with Che afterwards.
After sitting briefly in silence for a moment Roulin's sight focused on the ground below again. There were bodies everywhere and chaos ruled the streets. Oddly, William DeScythe wasn't cheerful about this. Probably for the same reason Che wasn't. Probably because it was Christmas, a holiday that probably weakened him or some supernatural bs like that. As the Italian went to start another conversation, there was a warm hand placed upon his cheek which drew his attention to the emerald eyed girl sitting next to him. From her touch, he could tell what she wanted and just how she felt about this debacle. She kissed him and he kissed her back just as fondly. He felt subdued though and for unknown reasons, but it didn't stop him from placing a hand on her's after he returned to his seating. Dropping his Life Vision and just staring into the girl's green hues, Roulin almost silently replied, "I love you too Cecilia."
Vincent's optimistic demeanor didn't do much for Roulin's and neither did Cecilia's kiss. The latter did open his mind to more thoughts, all of which were about finishing the next two days with haste, but nothing joyous or happy. The kid's remark about being a decent dresser did make him grin though. To the Owl of Grey, he was a stunning dresser and his wardrobe was the only thing that rivaled the powers that he had. Appreciatively, he accepted the shoes and placed them in the overhead bin for when they landed. Looking forward again, his mind began to wander as even the presence of the girl next to him faded away.
~~~
After dragging strongly from the cigarette perched between his cold, embittered lips, Thomas, the reluctant Wind Herald exhaled a cloud of smoke that was as white as the snow that covered his dark brown wide-rimmed hat. His shoulders had collected a bit of snow since he'd stepped outside of the government's appointed hotel to take a smoke break. He found the fact that any toxic fumes take in by his body would only be synthesized, broken down and then be emitted as something pure. In this case, it was oxygen. Pure, unrefined oxygen. It also angered him because during his Negation days, the methane that he exhaled reminded him of himself. His ability to bring pestilence and plague with just a flick of his finger or a touch. Now, that was all gone and in Lucien's hand. Before he could slice the building in half from the rage he kept all too well hidden, a snowflake fell onto his cigarette and dispelled it. Rather than reignite it, he simply tossed it aside.
"Christmas." Thomas mumbled silently. Unlike the girl who was now entering his view, he didn't detest the holiday. Like most soldiers, he'd rather have been somewhere drinking with coworkers or something. Instead, he was stuck her in Arlington along with the rest of his core team. "You peeved darlin'?" Acelyn's emotions couldn't hide from Thomas, the old b*****d. He'd been reading people for years, using their very thoughts against them. This moment wasn't for torture though unless Acelyn proved hostile. He knew her as a sweet girl. She wouldn't snap just like that, would she? "With that stuff drippin' from yer hands, ya won't hafta be worried about gettin' lost girl. I'mma gonna guess that yer upset that it's Christmas. Hm?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:54 pm
As the young Owl made her way down the sidewalk, a familiar voice met her cold ears. She looked up to see the man who had hired her and for right now, the only person who was with her for this cold, depressing holiday. "Hey. Yeah this isn't my favorite holiday..." Her French accent seemed to stress the word favorite without her trying. Just then she looked at her hand, noticing she was still oozing with metal. "Oh. I didn't even notice." She looked behind her and could see next to the track of her foot prints was the train of the silver liquid. "Well, I am glad I have my own bread crumb trail that won't go away." Acelyn seemed to half smile, looking back at Thomas with a more clear and honest gaze.
"Would you like to walk with me?" Her arm extended up the sidewalk, inviting Thomas to be her accompaniment to wherever she went. "I suppose you sorta enjoy Christmas. You don't seem to be hating it much by the way you are holding yourself." Her eyes fixated themselves to the crowd as she began to walk, her mind going around in circles as her boots kicked up the snow. "I really can't ever enjoy the holiday anymore. It would be different if I had at least someone to spend it with. A friend maybe..." Her voice went quiet, thinking about the one friend she did have.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:39 pm
Lucien looked towards Vincent who handed him a rather unexpected gift. He smiled and laughed lightly. "The irony, who would have expected out of our generation that Amara and I would be the first ones with a child? Regardless thank you Vincent." He turned then his attention back to the Mastering Owl Che. "Quite the scathing remark Che." He said softly. He was referring to the first retort Che had made, that it wasn't important what the other's did after this. He continued to swirl the champagne in his hand, tapping the rim of the glass gently with his index finger every so often. "Helping them is exactly what I intend to do. There's more ways to help people than with just medicine and nice words. Every person on this plane is familiar with those tactics one way or another." He lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip before returning the glass to it's previous position. "Don't get me wrong, I may have to change my tactics a little. Trading one terrorist for another may not exactly be the perfect way to go. Once Raven has been slain I will need to wait a while, let the wounds set before I act. If I don't my acts will simply melt away into the old pains Raven caused and I can't have that. But who knows, the one factor i never applied to my thinking was my new gained immortality, I might just keep my plans in my pocket and watch the world. If it continues to spiral out of control then there will always be my plan." He smiled a little as he sat up straight letting his arm which was supporting his head rest on the arm rest. "I guess I get to walk a mile in the shoes of an immortal. I've heard that you and Dante had your crazy years in the past. Starting wars, insighting rebellions. You two were quite the rambunctious pair weren't you. I wonder if Roulin and I will continue that tradition."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:48 pm
A few quick swipes of his hand over his shoulder removed the bits of snow that sat there with a bit of a chill. The areas were the snowflakes had piled were dampened, but it wouldn't kill the grizzled old man. Thomas's pale features curved slightly when Acelyn noticed just what he'd pointed out to her. It was obvious that she still had much yet to learn. The UNS would learn her fast if she didn't pick up things right away. "Yeah, try to pay more attention next time will ya? It'll lead people to ya and given from your record, that doesn't end well for anybody." Tilting his hat to the young woman, the Herald of Wind began to scan the skies searching for the batch of Owls he knew would be arriving tonight. If they were smart that is.
"Heh, since ya asked so nicely and all, I s'pose I could stroll with ya." Partly, it bothered the old man to leave this station even if it was to walk a few blocks away but when he considered just what filled this building and the next three close by, his worry dulled to just an itch on his hand. He walked on down the sidewalk awaiting the crunching noise that would be Acelyn catching up to him. "I enjoy quite a bit actually. Unlike yerself Ms. This year's xmas isn't gonna be what I hoped fer because I have people to kill. And a friend hm? Can't say I disagree with ya there. A friend does make things worthwhile, but sometimes you just have to bite the bullet. Even when all yer teeth are gone, you just keep on going." He looked once over his shoulder to Acelyn, then forward into the grey screen that was the snow's blocking of the horizon.
~~~
As Lucien spoke, the only thing that passed through Che's fogged brain were the futures explained to him by Amara. The Mastering Owl intended to do his parts to keep just those things from happening. He was just one man with a few powers to his name. Looking at this just reminded him that he was no longer immortal nor was he vitality filled revolutionary he used to be. Even with a golden, childish smile and a bushy hairstyle, he knew he was still as potent as concentrated Black Mamba venom.
"You will have to change your tactics if you want your family to thrive. Your wife that you're not married to yet and your little bundle of...joy." Che stood from his seat, walked into the aisle, forward a row then sat down next to Lucien who was enjoying a swig before the flares went off. "Dante and I? Heh, if you haven't noticed, you're a lot like him as it is. Take it from me kid. Roulin will become like me, or how I used to be...just look at him now. You two will turn out to be something, but I just hope somewhere, this loop isn't restarted with you as Dante number two and Roulin as Che number two. We don't need millions more dying because of one person's dreams."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:07 pm
The young woman caught up to the old man, surprised he walked as fast as he did. She kept in step with him, listening to him talking and warning her about her trail she had left. "Eh. Sorry." The Owl looked out of the corner of her eye at Thomas, nodding a little as watched his movements, thinking about everything he said. In her mind, this holiday seemed to spite her over and over again. This was the day she killed her first boyfriend, and most of her other victims. The next thought seemed to make her smirk, thinking about an alternate way of getting people to just leave her a lone. "Maybe if I get trailed, I can just scare them and make them leave. That way there isn't any mess to clean." She sighed a little, looking down at her boots. "I feel so... I don't know.. new? I just don't feel into the job yet but I pretty much know everything about... them." Acelyn pointed towards the sky, her instinct wasn't to say the name so she didn't proceed to get upset. She had read every file on every Owl that was in Roulin's faction, and some from the other one. The girl was still a little burnt out on all the information she read but it was her choice to figure out the people she would be fighting, knowing it was for the best.
Her eyes looked up finally, becoming gentle as he mention killing on Christmas. "It didn't always used to be this way. Of course you probably already know. Thing is... I wish, before I just shut myself off completely, that I could just have one decent Christmas again. Just one. I wouldn't think that is too much to ask for, right? I mean... I would like to enjoy this holiday like you do." As the girl talked, her hands moved in the rhythm of her words. This was the only remainder of the Italian background that she had, besides her cooking. The girl pronounce clearly so that Thomas could understand, her words almost running together in the fit she had earlier.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:16 pm
"Hmph. A little lady controllin' metal isn't scary these days thanks to our friends The Fallen Phoenix. Owls are nothing to be feared 'cause they're everywhere." Thomas watched the blonde woman catch up to him and match his pace. While he is still the same sociopath man he was when he was in control of his Negation, he couldn't let anything happen to Acelyn while they were out during the evening. Part of it was teammate sympathy. The other was something he hoped she'd done back in Las Vegas. She didn't need to know that right now so the minty Herald kept it to himself.
Once again, as the snow crunched beneath his steps, he turned his gaze to Acelyn and nodded as she spoke about her new job woes and how she longed for a Christmas that was 'decent'. A small chuckle escaped him. "Yer just thinking too much. You can enjoy this holiday just as you enjoy any other day. It just depends on what ya do. My advice to you is to stop yer whining and go find somethin' to do or do what you do every other day. Friends or no friends, a day is what'cha make it." The Texan knew he was being harsh, but to all of his newer clients, he just was. Not to antagonize, but to teach quicker. The dark eyes of the Herald faced forward again catching a clothing shop in the clearing. Thanks to the UNS's umbrella of safety, the store hadn't been destroyed by looters or hoodlums. Pointing it out to her, he nodded to it asking silently if she wanted to enter it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:49 pm
Acelyn looked up at Thomas as he talked, taking a mental note. "You're right. I should just get out there." As the old man pointed out the store to her, she smiled, nodding a little and walking to the door. "Thank you." She held the door open for the Herald so that he could walk in too, then looked around. "I know this may seem boring to you but I am enjoying your company." The young woman smiled gently at Thomas and then walked off to look at the clothes, looking for something that wasn't too dark. Finding a nice white London jacket and showing it to her company, she gleamed a little. "How do you like it? It's not that bad." She takes off her jacket and then puts the London jacket on, stretching out her arms to see the length. "Fits perfectly. But I already have a jacket so I don't need it." Her eyes went to Thomas, just to see his reaction and then took the jacket off, putting it back on the rack. Picking up her coat she spots a dress, walking over to it. "Wow that is gorgeous."
The dress she had seen ended right above her knees, being form fitting to her figure and showing off her shape. The top exposed her shoulders, making her neck look longer. Acelyn took the dress and showed it to Thomas, her eyes gleaming. "I'm gonna try it if you don't mind." She walked over to the dressing room with the bright blue dress and changed quickly, coming out and showing the Herald. "Does it look good?" Her eyes shined as she looked in the mirror, running her hands down her hips and smiling. To this young woman, it was like a shopping trip with a father figure, this was definitely something she was enjoying.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 11:29 am
((TFP---Raven))
“Catherine, do you remember the tale I told you, the one about the phoenix and how it is reborn from its own ashes?”
“Of course Papa, it is a wonderful story”
“I agree. Did you know that people can be reborn as well? For either bad reasons or good reasons they will change their lives dramatically and pursue a whole new path…”
“I think it is amazing…being able to change who you are as a person…. Have you ever been reborn, papa?”
“Heh...Only once”
“Really? When?”
“When I became a father”
~~~
A tall female rubbed her eyes tiredly as she stared out into the white speckled darkness. The snow was continuing to fall with the snowflakes growing in number and size each passing minute. Raven was not a fan of the snow, but for some reason in this moment it seemed to fit the scene appropriately, but did little to hide the on-going fighting. It was close to 7pm, Christmas day, freezing, and the mood was…well, undetermined. Raven’s body’s position changed as she shifted the weight from one foot to the other while wrapping her long thick cardigan about her small frame more tightly after it had grown slack.
The Quaking Owl’s frost bitten hands, pink from the cold, grabbed a trench coat from a nearby chair as the blonde female made her way back outside. Her steel toecap boots crushed the snow with each stride, tarnishing the pristine whiteness with upturned soil each time. Raven’s icy blue eyes zeroed in on a male who was crouching behind a car with a small handgun gripped firmly in his hand. It was tiring; each time a human took a stand and tried to act like a hero. Each time she received a lame arse speech about the rights and wrongs. Each time she heard the pleas and cries of distress. Tiring and annoying. So very annoying. This time was no different from the last time.
Without a moment’s hesitation the French woman blasted the car to one side and locked eyes with the man whose hand shook as he weakly took aim. His other arm was wrapped protectively around a brunette’s neck, shielding her from sight and harm? Raven’s lips twitched ever so lightly, her eyes narrowed closer together. She hated guns with a passion. The fact that this….man was now pointing one at her was an insult. She raised her hand and mimicked him; her gaze tore through his fear stricken one for a moment longer.
A low rumbling, a cry of distress, and the stench of fresh blood mingled together only seconds later. Yes, it really was just like any other day…
((Daryle))
The end of the year was fast approaching and once again Daryle was not with his family to welcome it. Ah, such is the life of a Breezy Owl turned Fire Herald fledgling. The blonde male sat staring blankly out of the window barely moving and hardly blinking. His mind was currently filled with various problems, situations and the past. All of these thoughts were probably best left alone, yet the more he tried to ignore them the more they reared their ugly heads and probed his poor brain. His short return to Japan had been rather eventful to say the least. Firstly he and Will had managed to extract vengeance on Serena and dressed her up as Mrs Clause before stamping their names on her back. Needless to say the Albino woman had not been amused….still, it had been highly amusing and worth the slaps.
During the remainder of his stay he had spent every moment with Erin and Freya both of whom appeared delighted by his presence. It made him think seriously about returning to France with them and not leaving the house anymore in the future. Easier said than done unfortunately. His small family was due to grow by one more by next week when Erin reached her due date and Daryle was extremely certain that he wouldn’t be missing that. Even if he had to tear someone apart….he would be there.
Daryle finally moved and turned his attention towards the seats in front. “Exchanging gifts…How pleasant” It was probably now known amongst the Night Owls and former UNS Owl that Daryle had obtained a new title. It wasn’t like he waltzed around informing everyone. No, it was more thanks to mindless gossip, the fasted form of spreading ‘the word.’ The blonde male yawned lazily and leaned back into his seat. He had to admit that traveling on one of Will’s planes was far better than the public one he had taken a few weeks back. Still, even the plush seats was not enough to bring a smile to his lips…
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:52 pm
 Aeon soon went to grab Amara's present as she handed her sister her box and she watched her unwrap. Christmas had always done...something for the young projector and things just always felt as if nothing could go wrong. But she knew now that things could go wrong. She also was worried about Moli and the upcoming fight that he was about to partake in, would he live or...she would need to use Amara's tablet to speak with Moli soon. Grabbing a cinnamon stick she began to stir up her cider as she pulled it closer taking a drink and enjoying the Christmas music playing.
"So you're sure that they are here?" the blue hued hair Owl asked his wife. She nodded as he blew hot air into his hands, trying to stay warm. Sebastian and Evelynn had made their way to Japan. One to see their grandchild that Evelynn had told him about, see Aeon...and Amara and finally do what they had originally planned so many years ago. Walking forward with his wife, they approached the large estate until they reached the door. Looking for the doorbell, Sebastian pressed it, awaiting for someone to come and open the door.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:28 am
As if it were just another occurrence in the blonde's life, the french woman did away with another would-be killer...the upteenth hero of humankind with the tenacity and caring that anyone would when killing a fly. To her it was nothing as her expression so aptly implied. The little man's lips were curled forming a grin that glistened dull with an almost childlike wonder all the while he watched Raven counter-assault her unsuspecting, possibly undeserving target.
"I can't tell if you enjoy that or not. That being protecting your life while killing others." Barefooted, but still dressed for the weather from head to ankle, the white haired Herald looked upon the dead, twisted bodies of the man and woman with an odd interest in both them and how easily and ungracefully they were taken down. Timothy crossed a leg over. The soles of his feet were the same shade as Raven's deadly hands. Pink and bitten fiercely with cold. The short, ageless man kicked his free foot in the snow after a few flakes accumulated atop it. To him, the scalding cold that would've drove anyone out of their mind by now was just a minor nuisance. It didn't compare to the curiosity that nestled irritatingly in his otherwise calm, uncaring mind.
Dodger blue eyes still gazed forward at the mangled bodies and the blood that poured from them into the sewers. Holding the porcelain doll grin that became etched into his features, he asked the blonde terrorist, "Living is one thing, but what you're doing isn't living, Oracle. From your handling of that situation, I'm tempted to say that you're just...waiting to die." Tugging at the black, rounded buttons of his snow white pea coat, the lightning Herald finally looked to the woman. "That man and his friend. That gun he held. The ease of the motion. Are you bored with all of this progress you've made on the Eastern front as well as your life? Or are you disappointed that it's all become just a simple game with no difficulty or opposition presenting itself?"
~~~
(I shall post Thomas when I wake up.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:25 am
((Solaris, I'm confused. Serena and Daryle's family (Erin, Freya, and soon to be Chase) are at one of Will's estates in Japan, the home next to Gen/Benkei's place. It looks like you're putting the A team(Amara, Aeon, Aiden) there too?
Hmm...well, if that's the case, I guess it'll work. I honestly don't think Will would have invited them over. Erin and Serena are there because of their relations to Daryle and Will. But here's the solution! Serena's got issues with strangers (haha), but let's put everyone in the main building anyway so we have some hilarity!
I'll post later when I can.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 6:34 am
((TFP---Raven))
Silence had befallen the area for only a short moment before being shattered by Timothy. Raven’s body twitched back into movement after being rooted to the spot for a few minutes. She turned her head to the right and looked over at the Lightening Herald. Her facial features remand impassive as she took note of the short males grin, his attire and the fact that he still wasn’t wearing shoes. Surly in this kind of weather a pair of shoes was required…Hell, even a pair of sandals would be far more appropriate then exposed flesh of his sole.
“It is not something that should be judged as being enjoyment or not, Timothy” Raven said while carefully keeping her voice level and indifferent. She turned round completely to face the white haired Herald, her blue eyes holding steady under his questioning gaze. She didn’t want this right now. In fact she couldn’t care less for the man’s words…Even if they were hitting close to the mark of what it was her current state of mind kept processing. “Waiting to die?” That remark brought a smirk to Ravens’ lips which soon gave way to a small laugh “Isn’t that what we all wait for? It is the way of life after all.” Of course the French woman knew what Tim was getting at. Perhaps he was right; maybe she was waiting to die. Or maybe he had misread a few things and arrived at some deluded conclusion.
“Bored with this? After working so hard to get to where I am today…You ask if I am bored.” Raven rand a hand through her long hair which was now damp thanks to the melting snowflakes. “I have no time for boredom, Herald. If anyone should be bored it should be you, with your endless life and lack of companionship.” Her voice was now trembling with some unknown emotion. She was definitely not up to this type of conversation but yet she had not turned away from the short Herald. “Let’s say I am bored with my existence and merely awaiting the time I can die, do you think I would be happy with all those little lose ends that will remain incomplete? Your words hold little meaning to me.” It would be clear to anyone that by this point that was not the case. She had shown far too much of her unbalanced side already.
“As for the difficulty of this game, as you call it, it has been hard because if it had been easy we wouldn’t have lost lives on our side.” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked to the left, listening to the never ceasing gun fire that seemed to have become the drumbeat of her life. “Things have only just started out…The game is only just beginning. Everything up till now was a warm up…” She laughed “You speak far too much about things that don’t need to be spoken about” Her eyes flickered back to the short male and she finally asked the one question that had been rotating around her head since he had turned up back in New Exire “Why don’t you wear shoes?”
((Serena & Sebastian))
Sebastian was already aware of the approaching guests for the alarm system had informed him with its annoying low buzzing sound. The dark haired male arched an eyebrow as he watched the red light flicker on a monitor that told him of the visitors current location was. “Ah I better get to them first before the Bunny” The tall man stood from his seat and swiftly exited his office, taking the right turning that led to the main staircase. “I wonder if Aeon of Amara invited some friends over….Either way they should have informed me…” The butler chuckled somewhat as he approached the front door.
The butler opened the door and stared blankly at the two people who stood there. “Well well…I can’t say we were expecting a visit from you two…” Seb bowed lowly for a short moment before standing back up “If you will be so kind as to follow me through to the lo----“
“Sebastian? Who is it?”
Sebastian glanced over his shoulder towards the large staircase and smiled at the white haired woman who stood in its centre with a questioning gaze. He watched as her eyes narrowed upon recognising the duo as former Fallen Phoenix allies “Serena…There is nothing to fear from these two. They are merely here to speak with Amara and Aeon…” Seb was taking a wild stab in the dark with his assumptions…which usually turned out to be the truth anyway.
“Is that so…” Serena muttered with slight distaste as her dislike for the two became rather apparent by her cold demeanour “Don’t leave them unattended…” She was also close to saying ‘Don’t feed or water them either…otherwise they will never leave’ The white haired woman continued her way down the long flight of stairs while eyeing the duo with perfect calmness. As if having Aeon, Amara and the brat turning up wasn’t enough already, now these two were here. She hadn’t been told about them turning up and Seb probably hadn’t known, otherwise he would have at least told her. “I will be taking dinner in my room again tonight, Sebastian” Without saying hello or goodbye to the other Sebastian or Evelynn, she disappeared through a set of doors.
“Hmm…well…shall we continue through to the lounge? I believe that is where the others are currently residing” The butler said while ignoring the fact that Serena had not just been rude with how she had ‘greeted’ them. She was not one for accepting the company of strangers… “I will have some tea brought out as well as anything else you may require during your visit” He smiled and led the way while making a mental note to check on Serena later…For she had just gone through the doors that led towards a special hidden room…where the weapons were kept.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 10:00 am
((Will))
The blonde devil only smirked as Lucien responded to him and declared that it was a positive statement since it could have been soooo much worse. Perhaps, true. He wasn't concerned. He leaned back on his seat and sipped some of the champagne.
Soon, Vincent approached everyone with gifts and even went to Will as well. The blonde elder looked at the red haired Vincent in front of him with a slight smirk. The boy had gone from black and blue hair to grey and then to a blazing red shade. Maybe he had decided he was sick of beating beat up black and blue, and thus opted for Armand's hair color...though Armand's hair color was still more vibrant than the red Vincent possessed now. A harmonica. Right. Vincent had no idea that Will had simply used Vincent in a way that allowed Vincent to unknowingly execute people in real world situations "simulated" by the game. He brushed off the harmonica and then nodded. Without a chance to say thanks, Vincent had gone on to Demios.
So, Will simply began to play out a tune on the harmonica, Piano Man- Billy Joel. If there was anything he could find comfort in to overcome the whole notion of Christmas, it was the fact that they were practically in one of his realms because of all the chaos.
But Will received a message and he simply continued playing the harmonica....
Back in the secret room Serena just recently entered....
In the midst of all the weapons, a black tail moved forward and tapped the albino Owl on the head...
((Myra))
Tea... visitors...unwelcome visitors from the sound of it. Sebastian had it handled, but he had told her to fetch tea. Myra didn't know what type of tea to fetch, so she just picked the first jar, lemongrass, and brewed the tea from the tea leaves. The golden haired woman brought out the tea on a tray and left it in the lounge and then went to fetch Amara and Aeon.
A couple of strides and steps and skirting around areas where Freya would be, Myra Bargarth arrived at wherever Aeon was. "You have visitors, Aeon, Amara."
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 1:47 pm
 Receiving her gift, Amara hugged her sister. "Thank you Aeon, it's beautiful" she said in reference to her gift. Aeon was way sweeter than Amara was however...this concerned the psychic at times. As she began to sip her cider she heard the doorbell ring but figured it was for someone else and not herself, since this was not her home. The door however was open where they could see the lounge, and she could see Serena, she couldn't hear exactly what she was saying...but Amara could read people very well...no powers needed. "Gosh that Serena girl is such a b***h" she mumbled enough for Aeon to hear. Aeon elbowed her sister. "What? I'm just saying what you were thinking" she muttered before going back to sipping her cider. "I was not thinking that Amara" Aeon said a little flustered. True, Serena wasn't the most pleasant person, but Aeon figured it was due to having strangers in her home. Aeon was conscious of this most of the time and tried to not to disturb the albino woman too much...and made sure she cleaned after herself when she could. Myra soon entered the room and told the duo that they had visitors. "Visitors?!? We weren't expecting anyone" she had told Myra.
Receiving the news that they had visitors, Aeon and Amara and of course baby Aiden went into the lounge. As Aeon glanced upwards she noticed that her mother and father were now in the lounge...at a lost for words she simply stared.
Sebastian looked at the other Sebastian and nodded, bowing back to him out of respect. "I am terribly sorry to show up unannounced" he told the butler. "But we wanted to see our daughters before tomorrow" he told him. When Sebastian instructed the older couple to come in, he and Evelynn entered. When Serena came downstairs, the blue eyed Owl glanced at her. Hmmm....bratty little b***h we have here? he thought to himself. Sebastian was never one to show his emotions on his face or through his actions so he merely smiled and acknowledged the lady of the house.
When they reached the lounge, he saw his two daughters in front of him. Noticing that Aeon was speechless, he smiled lightly. "Aeon are you at a lost for words?" he asked with a calm demeanor. "Is that anyway for you to act when your mother and father come and visit you for Christmas?" he asked his eldest daughter.
"...I..I'm sorry dad...it's just that this is a surprise" she said with a smile. "It's so good to see you...I haven't seen you since we were in Italy" she told him giving him and her mother respective hugs.
"Wait?!? Mom...and dad?" she asked Aeon. "I remember seeing him in Italy...I wondered why you attacked the group Aeon when he was there...but wait...this isn't making any sense....I thought you two were dead" she said to her parents, the shock of them being dead was a lie was still present and probably wouldn't die down immediately.
The elder woman, looked at Aeon and Amara. Motioning for them to sit down, because Evelynn believed it was incredibly rude to continue to stand, especially in someone else's home. Spotting the tea she grabbed her husband a saucer and cup and the same for herself. "Thank you sir...ma'dam...this tea looks great" she said as she took her first sip. "Ummm this is splendid, I will definitely need to know what kind this is" she said with a warm smile. Looking back towards her daughters she then addressed Amara.
"Well Amara you're everything I dreamed you would be" she said with a smile. "And trust me, we will get to that...but it was for your own good that you beleived that we were dead" she said to her youngest daughter. She kept her eye on the blonde psion the whole time, sipping her tea and trying to be as warm as possible.
Noticing the young baby in Amara's arms, Sebastian smiled. "Is he yours Amara?" he asked out of curiosity. Once he received his answer the probability owl was fixated. "I'm a grandfather?!?" he stated with excitement. "Please Amara, let me hold the little man" he said as he placed his tea cup and saucer down. Reaching for Aiden he admired the young baby. "Oh he's so big...and sophisticated already...he must get that from me" he told Amara with smile. Sebastian then asked for his name, and Amara told him. "Aiden....I see that you are following in your mother's footsteps with the 'A' names" he said with a chuckle. "I really don't know what's her fixation with names that start with A...regardless...my my my I have missed a lot" he stated. "So Amara...tell me a little more about yourself. We haven't seen you since you were six or seven....and who's the lucky guy? Where is our son-in-law?" he asked with excitement. This was a cake walk and probably the most calm this conversation would be...because the longer it went...the sisters would be able to see the shift in the direction the conversation would be going.
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