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 Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:52 pm
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((Rebuttal is not worth it))
Does fortune really favor the bold?...
 Funny, she was so in tuned to Rule that she could sense the smile, no matter how small it was. And it shocked her that this girl could bring it about. So much so that she took her eyes off of the scenery just long enough to get a good look at her. Oh, she was pretty, there was no doubt about that. But she didn't have to see in people to notice the pain in the girl's eyes. Not quite desperation, but something... something close. Something tired of hurting, that wanted the love she spoke of. Some-
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a sluggish human approaching, cursing to herself in her own mind as she pushed him away. It helped that he was at least a little bit inebriated, a mind controlled by substance was an easy one to change. That, and just the slight intuition that if he went near them, it would end badly for him. Tick tock, tick tock.
Care to find out?... |
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 9:39 pm
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((Never Sweetheart, I just don't have the energy for such witty arguments.))
Does fortune really favor the bold?...
The minute the words left her mouth Kaira nearly jumped out of the wall, public be damned, as her eyes glowed red once more. Enslavement?! Oooh, how her initial reaction was the wring the girl's neck, pain and longing or no. Fortunately for her, the kiss saved her, Kaira's magic could never counterract Rule's. A lucky thing for either of their play toys. Rule's kiss was binding, and there was nothing she could do now except growl to herself, blending deeper into the shadows while still keeping an eye on the streets around them. No matter how he felt about this, she would need at least three games of Lady Luck to feel better after witnessing this. No surprise to her a breeze picked up in the air, her annoyance physical until she could calm herself. This better lead somewhere productive.
Care to find out?... |
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:06 pm
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Tell me, what is your wish..
It was the shock that hit him first, for the first time his eyes widened and Rule was at a loss for words.. Her soft lips pressing against his own to seal the wish. Just as he promised his magic did leap to obey, the feel of a connection snapping into place between them even as Rule pulled away from the girl.. His back hitting a chimney even as he grasped at its bricks to steady himself. A gust of wind picked up, pulling his braid from his shoulders as the male narrowed his gaze on his 'Mistress'.. Knowing full well that he was well and truly bound to her whims by the heat the jewel at his neck put off. No doubt a slave band would be already inked around his throat if his collar was removed, but he did not need to see it to know it was there.. This witch had found a loop hole in his magic.
Aware Kaira would have seen this he held up a hand, silently asking her to wait.. simply because he knew her rage and would have no choice but to protect this girl if Kaira went after her. He was fairly angry himself, red Djinn were not known for their forgiving natures.. Leveling a lethal, direct, stare on the girl he stood away from the chimney, his voice little more than a whisper of wrath. " You will regret that, girl." But.. not yet. He could not harm, or let harm come to, his Master. It just angered him more.
.. And how far will you go to get it? |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 2:57 pm
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 Alonna RidelaTheme song
How far do I have to go...
She wiped her mouth with her forearm, pushing her wet blonde hair back. "Is that any way to address your Master?" she said to him, refraining herself from a smirk. "It was the only way I could ensure things go according to plan. You understand that, don't you?" The witch snapped her fingers and produced a large, ancient-looking book, opening it and flipping through the pages until she landed on the passage she was looking for. "I knew it. An enslaved djinn is forbidden from allowing any harm to their master and is entitled, as of 1692's Rebecca's Law, written during the aftermath of the Salem Witch Trials, to do whatever is possible, and even impossible, to ensure happiness and prevent the ruining of their master's life and the end of said master's life." She slapped the book closed, the book disappearing in a puff of light blue smoke. Her eyes returned to the djinn's, and a single blonde eyebrow rose. "What was that about regretting this?"
...To get your approval?
{{Erm....I like pie! <-- my contribution to this conversation}}
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 3:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 5:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 5:22 pm
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Alonna RidelaTheme song
How far do I have to go...
"But it is obedience," she replied without hesitation. Alonna summoned a bit of warm wind, drying herself off and warming her chilled bones. Even with the dried dress, her body's silhouette was still clear, and she looked every bit like the beautiful woman she had grown to be. Alonna watched him carefully, studying his movements. She didn't need the djinn to protect her from her own mastered element. The young witch crossed her arms beneath her bosom and tilted her head at him. "Please don't be cross with me. This is the only way to ensure I get my wish. If you could only see this from my point of view." Snapping her fingers once more, a small light blue bag appeared on her arm, out of which she pulled a silver ring on a silver chain. "You will wear this. This ring will protect you from my kind, as well are other being with my level of power and lower. Think of it as a good luck charm." The blonde held out the chain, her expression serious. "I'm not asking you to wear this, djinn. You will wear it."
...To get your approval?
{{I know, I just wanted to feel included...}}
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 5:45 pm
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((Then by all means, please add whatever you want to any convo :]))
Does fortune really favor the bold?...
His words, though clear as day to her own ears, still only just broke through to her mind. She didn't want to calm, she wanted to push the boundaries until the girl broke the pact herself. Still... of all of the people she listened to, he was one of them.... grudgingly and unwillingly most of the time. Sighing in annoyance she closed her eyes, only opening them again when the wind had completely died down and her eyes were brown again, stepping out of the shadows and walking towards him slowly. But, no matter how controlled she could make herself, there was no masking the anger for him in her eyes. She was only a few feet away when Alonna's demand hit her ears, a small breeze ruffling her hair but otherwise staying down, Kaira meeting Rule's gaze. Her own held an uncontrollable tint of red around the irises, her voice so deadly soft that she would really be surprised if he heard her. "This isn't fair." Alonna Ridela. Greed. She would remember this. As soon as the pact was fulfilled, and if anything piled on in between, there would be consequences for her desires.
Care to find out?... |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 8:44 pm
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Tell me, what is your wish..
A order already.. and she asked for empathy. Thankfully that was one thing she could not demand; A Djinn like him had none to offer. Kaira approached and some of his ire calmed.. not quite fading, but backing off at the familiar sight. Oh yes, she was pissed.. and a Black Djinn was something even a demi-god would fear. This Witchling really had no idea how fortunate she was that this female was a friend. Or rather.. how unfortunate it would be for her after their pact was filled. Trusting her to keep control of herself he closed his eyes for a moment, disliking the feel of pins and needles on his throat as he resisted that order.. But getting used to it patiently.
Turning Rule prowled to Alonna.. Stopping perhaps too close, looming over the witch so that she would have to look up to meet his red gaze. Intimidation.. was only slightly intended, he simply did not see a need to keep his distance. Fine, he was a slave.. But she was his Master until the deal was done. He owned her in that sense, and he would treat her as such. Watching her silently he allowed the back of his right hand to brush her arm as he lifted it to be level with her charmingly stubborn lips.. Waiting. She wanted a ring on him, he would not resist.. but she would be putting it there.
Perhaps in a different situation he would have admired that ring.. Silver etched in elegant designs and three well charged stones embraced by the metal. Even the enchantment inscribed inside the band would be considered beautiful.. Ah yes, he would be a spoiled pet to this Witchling if he behaved. A pity such gifts would not buy him. These thoughts, grimly amusing as they were, did not brace him for Kaira's voice.. His eyes widening with a brief surprise at the mourning tone before darkening; his expression becoming stone as he answered both of them in a openly devil-may-cry voice. " I might enjoy a little bad luck.. I never did like playing fair."
.. And how far will you go to get it?
(( She is right, speak up and argue back when you like. )) |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:01 pm
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Alonna RidelaTheme song
How far do I have to go...
The witch broke the chain with her finger, then slid the ring onto his ring finger. "Take great care with this ring, djinn. It took my mother years to create it, and I will not have the last thing she created destroyed because of your carelessness." The ring glowed a faint purple and, to her astonishment, fit itself to his finger until it fit him perfectly. "Well then, it's never done that before," she murmured, raising an eyebrow. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Alonna looked back up at the beautiful, dangerous djinn, and finally realized she didn't know his name. "Tell me your name," she ordered.
...To get your approval?
{{I'm the shortest person in my age group in my family. Seriously, everyone else is like, 5'8 and I'm only 5'3. I'm taller than my mom, though! By only about half an inch, but still! It counts!!}}
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:14 pm
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((Lol I'm 5'3" too! That's why Rarian calls me Hobbit. However, I do have you beat in that my mom is four inches shorter than me..))
Does fortune really favor the bold?...
Kaira couldn't help but flinch at his words, screaming through her brain like a bullit ricocheting in her skull. She had promised him long ago, after seeing his mother die, that she would never tamper with his fortune. Was he asking her too? Was this his way of giving permission? Almost instantly there was a pain building up behind her right eye, one she tried desperately to ignore. Please don't make me Rule..... However, at the girl's next command she couldn't help but smile in false amusement, forcing her eyes brown again and her voice to raise, just enough to hear her. "His name is Legion, for they are many."
Oh, she would do as he said. She would remain calm. She just couldn't guarantee her methods of relaxation would be to anyone other than his and her satisfaction.....
Care to find out?... |
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 9:54 pm
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