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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:28 pm
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A human girl, 1/16 witch, has grown up with stories about magic and wonder her whole life. But as she grows up, she becomes more interested in the real world than that of the make-believe one her mother used to tell her about. Now, as she enters college as far away as she can get from her unrealistic mother as she can get, she's forgetten completely about that magic and her family's history. However, when wandering her new college's library, she finds a mysterious book. A summoning tomb. She recognizes some of the symbols, as her mother taught them to her. At first, she wants nothing to do with it, but the tomb seems to pull her in, as if by magic. She checks it out and read its, and her curiousity is peaked. One weekend, with no homework and no plans, she looks at it again. Well... what's the harm in trying? Her mother was probably crazy, anyway. There was no magic. Right? Well, of course, she finds out that answer the hard way when she unwittingly summons a handsome and powerful demon, who is none to pleased to have been brought into this mortal world... But when he finds he is unable to hurt her, and worse, that he must obey her every command, he finds himself stuck with the young woman. It brings a whole new meaning to the phrase 'hell on earth'.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:42 pm
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C H A R A C T E R Sxxxxxxxxx
She's human, with one exception; her great-great-grandmother was a full blooded witch. That magic is carried down on her mother's side. Growing up, she always heard tales of mystic and magic, but as she aged, she started to treat them as just that- tales. But when she discovers an old tome, her curiousity gets the better of her and she tests it out, wondering for the first time in years if her mother really was as crazy as she now thought she was. Turns out, she wasn't. She's able to not only summon a demon, but a powerful one at that. But there's something going on. Something about him is... familiar. He reminds her, faintly, of the demon in a story her mother used to tell her about. One where a witch summoned a demon to help her save her father from a dreadful illness, and ended up falling in love with him. But they could never be together. However, out of his love, the demon made a promise to the witch; that even though his heart was broken at the fact that they could never be together, he, and all his decendents, would never harm her, or any of her decendents. They would serve the witch and her family loyally. That was his promise. But that was just a story she'd been told. Of course, magic had been just a story, too...
He's a powerful and feared demon in his dimension. He is handsome and arrogant because of it. It isn't often he's summoned, but when he is, he usually has his way with his summoner, killing them in the end. But this time things are different. When that young human girl is able to summon him up, he believes it a fluke. But when he goes to kill her, he finds his attacks not only delfected, bu reflected, right back at him. Not only that, but her words, when spoken as a command or any sort, have a compelling power over him. He cannot harm her, and he is entirely at her disposal. A terrifying thought comes to mind; there was a tale in his family, dating back a hundred years or so, of a witch who'd summoned his great-great grandfather. He fell in love with the witch, but they could never be. As a parting gift, he promised her that he and his family, for the rest of time, would faithfully serve and never harm the witch, or any of her family. She couldn't be one of them, could she? He had always thought it a myth, just something passed along the generations. But now that he's been summoned, he cannot leave until she lets him. How dreadful! Stuck in the mortal world, reduced to nothing but a lowly servant. He's desperately looking for a way around the curse. And when he does, she'll be sorry....
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 6:58 am
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Mega thanks to the beautiful, wonderful Hunter~! ^_^
We will start with Charlie summoning Azazel in her small apartment. He'll be called forth into the pentagram, and find that, strangely, he cannot harm her and cannot escape her. And more worryingly, her wish is his command. This, of course, does not bode well with him, nor her, for even if she commands him to leave, he cannot. It's the one command that doesn't seem to work... So, until they figure something out, he's stuck with her in that small apartment.
Weather outside today is cloudy and dark, and it looks like a thunderstorm is coming. It's only October, with a long weekend this week! Students at the University have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off! Not that they can do much in this weather... It's currently Friday, and early afternoon. Perfect time for a summoning!
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 7:40 am
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xxxxx
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
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xxxxxxx♔ ﾟ in a ⊰ Y O U N G GIRL'S ↷ ❥ 「 Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ 」 ?
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xxxxx↻ alone xxx↻ skeptical;nervous xxx↻ apartment
Charlie sighed for what must've been the hundreth time that day. It was just a stupid book. A really old, powerful, magical book. Why had she picked it up, anyways? Charlie shook her head and went back to her tea, taking a small sip as she flipped through the TV channels. Her long pink hair was wrapped up on the top of her head in a messy bun, long strands falling out already. It was a long weekend, and for the first time since she'd started the new school year, she didn't have any homework. It was just going to be a lazy weekend or relaxation. Or, it was, until she'd stopped by the library that morning and spotted that stupid book. It sat on her coffee table, staring up at her, begging to be opened. Charlie stubbornly looked away, instead focusing on the TV.
Her apartment was small. Currently, she sat in the living area. It consisted only of a comfy couch, a glass coffee table, an armchair across from it, and TV stand in the corner. There was a large window on the back wall, and drenched the room in light when it was sunny. But since it was cloudy today, Charlie had the two lapms turned on. Across from the living room, in the open floor plan, was the kitchen. It was small, with room for only one person. But it was modern, with a large fridge, stainless steel appliances, and a small bar area that could fit two comfortably. The front door was over there, too, at the end of a small hallway to the side of the kitchen. Down another hallway from the living room was the bathroom, and then two bedrooms. One was her own, and the other she'd turned into a make-shift study/storage area. It was covered in boxes, the only real furniture being a small desk and table, covered in papers and a printer, fax machine, and scanner. There was also a small bookshelf, where that stupid tome should be sitting.
Charlie looked at the clock. It was only two in the afternoon. Her eyes darted to the book. "Fine!" She called out loud. She would open it. But only for a couple minutes, to convince herself it was stupid. Turning off the TV, she picked up the book.
An hour later, Charlie had dismembered three boxes, lit several candles, and drawn to perfection the pentagram discribed in the book. She had cleared a small area in her living room to test out the summoning spell. Carefully reading over the next set of instructions, she knelt in front of the pentagram. She should be done by now. All that was left was to recite the small spell and think of the size of demon she wanted. There were different sizes? Charlie shrugged. She decided to just leave her mind blank for that part. Taking a deep breath, Charlie closed her eyes and started to recite the spell. She could feel something happening, but with her eyes shut tight, she couldn't see. This wouldn't really work, anyway. Magic, spells, summonings; they were all fairy tales. This was just a way to prove it to herself once and for all.
Of course, perhaps this wasn't the best way to do it, given that as soon as she was done with the spell, she felt a tug from within her, and a small pop sounded out in front of her. The room grew hot, and smoke covered her small apartment. Coughing, Charlie looked up at the pentagram from her spot kneeling on the floor. Good lord, what had she done now?
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:10 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxx♠ DON'T BE ¤ RIDICULOUS
xxxxxxc♥ DON'T DELUDE ¤ YOURSELF
♣ HAPPY ENDINGS DON'T ¤ EXIST
♦ AND HELL ON EARTH IS ¤ REAL
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
a...human girl? « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
annoyed, unamused « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'What in the nine realms...' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
an apartment « xxx
Azazel was, for the record, a little unamused. He had spent the whole day wandering the demon realm, and honestly, he was getting a little bored of it. What 'friends' he had were all busy with their own summoners and what not. He had never understood why they were always willing to go and be at a human's (witch, wizard, warlock, what did it matter, they were still more or less mortal) beck and call. It was also one of the reasons why Azazel was free more or less of the time; he always ended up killing his summoner out of sheer boredom. He was one of the more powerful ones, yes, but that made him even harder to control and command.
Azazel was bored again.
The demon realm was usually quiet today, lacking of the rowdy demons he usually hung around with. Amon, Grigori, and Ifrit were all out in the human world, with their summoners. It made him sick to see them leave so eagerly. What was so good about working for a human anyways? He could never see the fun in it; unless it was killing them at the end. His grandfather had told him that he would never understand until he met that one special person. And Azazel had laughed him off like he always did. Demons couldn't fall in love, and no matter how many times they told him that his great-great-grandfather had fallen in love with a human, he knew demons weren't capable of such human emotions. They couldn't be.
They were demons after all.
Azazel sighed, lounging back in his dark corner as he watched the demon realm pass by idly, willing something entertaining to happen; when he suddenly felt a harsh yank in his chest, causing him to grimace and clench his fists. This feeling...it had been something he hadn't felt in a long while.
Someone was summoning him.
A look of pure irritation crossed his features. It had been a long time since a human had come across his seal. Perhaps he was being given a chance to let out some steam. The yank grew harder, more urgent, and Azazel stood up, letting the pull tug him through the veil between the human and the demon worlds. A feeling of weightlessness; and then his feet were back on solid ground again.
The air felt cool against his face, a sign that he really was no longer in the demon realm, where the air was filled with fire and brimstone smoke. Azazel allowed his celeste-colored eyes to open and survey his surroundings; it was a small apartment, he guessed. A typical human styled living room, complete with couch, coffee table, TV, and the window at the back of the room.
"Hnn."
He had been expecting something a little more...classy. He couldn't deny that it wasn't modern, it was just a little...dull. He could tell a lot about his new summoner already. He turned his attention to the world outside of the window. It was cloudy outside, he noted. He only ever did like the human world because of its' ever changing weather. The demon realm had nothing of the sort, as the skies were always covered by the smoke from the burning brimstone. Environment aside, the human world was really no different from the demon world.
After he finished taking everything in, he now hunted out his summoner among the putrid air and brimstone smoke that had escaped into the human realm with him as he passed between the barrier that separated his world and this one; and found her kneeling at the edge of the summoning pentagram. The human didn't even look like she had been capable of summoning one of the lesser demons, much less someone like himself. She looked confused and bewildered. Naive. Innocent. This just had to be a joke.
"A fluke." He decided. "Has to be. There's no way someone like you could have summoned me." Blue flames crackled at the tips of his cobalt blue nails (claws, one could almost call them, though they were much more human than animal) and he raised his hand, raking the unnatural length of his nails through the air, leaving a trail of blue fire hanging there, intending on leaving the mortal realm; but the portal back 'home' refused to open. He hesitated a little, slightly confused, but then realized that the summoner must have some sort of binding seal that kept him from leaving. "Of all the..." He turned back to the girl. "Great. Now I'm going to have to kill you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:40 pm
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xxxxx
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
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xxxxxxx♔ ﾟ in a ⊰ Y O U N G GIRL'S ↷ ❥ 「 Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ 」 ?
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xxxxx↻ a.... demon? xxx↻ dizzy;shocked;scared xxx↻ apartment
Charlie was coughing from all the smoke that had filled her apartment. It wasn't a very big place, and therefore it all seemed to congregate around her, seemingly intent on choking her to death before she even got to see if it had worked or not. Something must've happened to cause all this smoke. Already her curiousity was getting ahead of her. She wanted to stand, but she was feeling dizzy all of a sudden. Whatever she had just done, it had taken it out of her.
"Hnn."
Waving away some of the smoke, Charlie rubbed her eyes, wiping away the tears that were forming from the smoke.There was something there... Or, more accurately speaking, someone. Charlie had grown up with all sort of weird odds and ends at her house. Her mother always had been a collector of the more... occult-like items. It wasn't uncommon for her to walk home and come face to face with some stuffed something or other, or jars of who knew what. Not much scared or surprised her anymore. But this was way out of any league her mother was in. Wide-eyed and mouth ajar, Charlie looked up at the demon she had summoned. She hadn't thought that, if it did work at all, that she'd get one so big! Or so human looking! She thought he'd be smaller, more like an imp or something. Wasn't that the usual deal? Oh hell, what did she know? She'd gone into this blind. She'd barely read the book before she'd flipped to the summoning page. So much for being a good student.
He was tall, and very handsome. Her eyes traveled from the tip of his snow-white head, to his blue eyes, his log body, clawed fingers. She stared at him for a good while, drinking in the image. He was real. He had to be. Could it be a joke? A prank? No, no one had been in her apartment when she started; no one even knew she had the book, save for the librarian. But somehow, Charlie doubted Mrs. Eckleman, at age 82, would have any time or patience to plan something as elaborate as this. "A fluke." He spoke again. "Has to be. There's no way someone like could have summoned me." Charlie's eyes narrowed at that. A tad arrogant, wasn't he? That annoyed her a bit. But before she could gather enough nerve to say anything, blue flames crackled at his fingertips. She gasped and watched him claw the air, enraptured as the flames hung there. But something seemed to go wrong. "Of all the... Great. Now I'm going to have to kill you."
A wave of terror rocked through her. Kill her? Why!? She couldn't voice her questions, though; the words were stuck in her mouth. "K-kill?" She finally managed to squeak, backing up while still on the ground. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and very trapped. "Look," she said, panic rising, "I didn't even think the stupid thing would work, I just wanted to see if my mother was crazy and I guess she wasn't since you're here and everything, but seriously, can't you be a little more rational about all this? I mean, why kill me? I didn't do anything. I don't care if you leave." Charlie babbled when she was nervous or frightened. She didn't have any way to defend herself. And unfortunately, it seemed like a long shot that she'd scare him away with her chatter. "Seriously, whoever you are. I promise not to ever touch that stupid book again. I just really don't want to die."
[[OOC: [/glomp] Hunter~! XD Reku is so lucky to have her first 1x1 in such a long time with you~ <3 ]]
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 10:13 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxx♠ DON'T BE ¤ RIDICULOUS
xxxxxxc♥ DON'T DELUDE ¤ YOURSELF
♣ HAPPY ENDINGS DON'T ¤ EXIST
♦ AND HELL ON EARTH IS ¤ REAL
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
a human girl, apparently my new summoner « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
annoyed, unamused, very much in pain « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'What the hell...?' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
an apartment « xxx
Azazel could almost see the fear roll off of the girl in waves. "K-kill?" Yeah, no. He didn't have time to be dealing with a kid like her. "Look." Azazel arched an eyebrow. "I didn't even think the stupid thing would work, I just wanted to see if my mother was crazy and I guess she wasn't since you're here and everything, but seriously, can't you be a little more rational about all this? I mean, why kill me? I didn't do anything. I don't care if you leave."
"Oh this is brilliant. Not only naive; but an amateur as well. As I thought, it was a fluke." Azazel sounded half exasperated, muttering to himself. "Seriously, whoever you are. I promise not to ever touch that stupid book again. I just really don't want to die." Azazel wanted to strangle her, and he probably would in a matter of minutes. "Humans." He muttered with a roll of his eyes, flicking a particularly annoying section of his bangs away from his eyes. "I don't come to the mortal realm for a couple of centuries and they just get dumber and dumber." So much for human evolution. "Do you not read about what you were going to summon before you go through the process of summoning them?" He addressed the girl sharply before sighing, letting his fingers curl into the air in front of him. "What am I even doing?" He wondered aloud, before semi-transparent tendrils of blue fire curled out from underneath his feet, wrapping around the girl's neck.
"No hard feelings. I'm not doing this because you're an amateur, though I have to admit that irks me a little." A little, being somewhat understating it. "But I can't leave unless I kill you and, knowing humans like you, you were probably going to run out of here first thing and tell the world about demons, and I can't let you do that. No one would believe you anyways, really, but just to be on the safe side..." He closed his hands into fists, the tendrils of dark magic mimicking his movements and tightening around the girl's throat; and he thought he was one step closer to getting home.
But the most curious thing happened, and instead of him snapping her neck in two, he found that he himself couldn't breathe either. His neck and collarbone were burning, constricting, and suddenly Azazel was forced to let go of the magic, collapsing to his knees and gasping as air returned to his crushed lungs. He clutched at his throat, gritting his teeth against the burning pain that reached out over his whole body from his throat, and he fell to his side, writhing in silent agony.
||OoC: [/huggles] Reku-chann~ ^O^ I'm so glad to be doing a 1x1 with you too~~ ^O^ Azazel and Charlie are already getting along so well ~<3 ||
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 1:40 pm
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xxxxx
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
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xxxxxxx♔ ﾟ in a ⊰ Y O U N G GIRL'S ↷ ❥ 「 Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ 」 ?
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xxxxx↻ a demon! xxx↻ panicked;confused;worried xxx↻ apartment
As the demon stood there mumbling to himself, Charlie had a brief flashback to her childhood days, sitting on her mother's lap as she told her stories about magic and demons and summonings and what not. The stories were always silly, always made her laugh and giggle. They were always happy. Nothing about killing people or scary blue fire or anything! A particular story stuck out for her, though; the on of her great-great-grandmother, summoning a demon and then falling in love with him. Her mother's description of him fit very closely with what she saw now. Did all demons look a like? This couldn't possibly be the demon from the story. That demon didn't kill people. "Do you not read about what you were going to summon before you go through the process of summoning them?" She was suddenly ripped back to the present, staring speechless at the creature in front of her. "What am I even doing? No hard feeling. I'm not doing this because you're an amateur, though I have to admit that irks me a little. "But I can't leave unless I kill you," oh, that was unfortunate, "and, knowing humans like you, you were probably going to run out of here first thing and tell the world about demons, and I can't let you do that. No one would believe you anyways, really, but just to be on the safe side..."
Charlie let out a surprised gasp as she watched the fiery blue tendrils that had creeped around her throat begin tighten. She could feel their warmth on her skin, and shut her eyes tight as she readied herself for whatever was to come next. But nothing came. They tightened, but nothing was uncomfortable. She opened one eye tentitively, and looked up at her captor demon. The magic suddenly released itself, and the tendrils disappeared. He collapsed to his knees before sinking to his side. He seemed to be in a fair amount of pain. Suddenly, Charlie's more motherly nature took over and she began to worry for him. Sure, he'd almost killed her, but something seemed to be wrong.
Before she could think about it rationally, she crawled over to the demon. "H-Hey... Are you alright?" She asked, placing a small hand on his arm. She manuvered his head into her lap, gently swiping aside his hair to place a hand on his forehead. He didn't seem warm... "You don't look so good. What's your name?" She asked him, removing her hand. Maybe if she could get him back up on his feet, he'd find reason not to kill her. That was a good plan, right?
Right?
[[OOC: Oh totally. Every solid relationship starts on a foundation of death threats. XD ]]
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 7:45 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxx♠ DON'T BE ¤ RIDICULOUS
xxxxxxc♥ DON'T DELUDE ¤ YOURSELF
♣ HAPPY ENDINGS DON'T ¤ EXIST
♦ AND HELL ON EARTH IS ¤ REAL
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ησт ALONE †
my new summoner...possibly a witch? « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
confused, uncertain « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'What the hell.' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
an apartment « xxx
Azazel could hear the girl crawl over to him, and he wished to lash out at her to back off, but the magical hold that was currently gripping him refused to let him do anything other than twitch in pain. "H-Hey... Are you alright?" Stupid, standard human question. Did he look alright to her? Really? He wanted to shoot back some sort of snappy retort, but he was still gasping for breath. She touched him, and he had expected to feel some sort of electrical shock of more pain or, at the very least, disgust. But her hands were small and warm, oh so human, taking a hold of him so that his head was in her lap, and then placed a hand on his forehead. And from the touch on his head, the pain receded; a cool, comfortable feeling settled over the fiery pain, extinguishing it.
"You don't look so good. What's your name?"
He blinked blankly up at the girl; this idiotic, naive girl who had willingly allowed a demon onto her lap, fussing over him like he was a kid who had scraped his elbow while falling out of a tree. He hardly wanted to tell her his name, but something made him open his mouth.
"...Azazel."
And before he realized what he was doing, he was already telling her his name. "Azazel Mammon." Looking up into the human girl's eyes, he was faintly reminded of his mother, and, consequentially, the stories she used to tell him before she died. Though his father continued to insist that they were real, Azazel had never actually taken them into consideration until this moment. The story about his great-great-grandfather stood out the most; about how he had fallen in love with the witch who summoned him, but because it could never be, he made a promise to her that his family would always be there to help hers if they were summoned by them.
But she couldn't have been descended from that witch...
And that story couldn't have been true...
Right?
Asking for her name probably wouldn't help, because he couldn't remember the name of that witch anyways...but..."And you?" He asked, suddenly feeling warm and comfortable just laying on her lap like that. "Do I at least get to know the name of the person I'm going to have to be stuck with until I find a way around all this?"
||OoC: They're going to get along just fine~~ xD Oh I can't wait to see what happens when Azzy realizes that he does like her and gets jealous of her school mates for hanging around her too much xDD ||
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 9:37 pm
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xxxxx
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
❖ DO YOU BELIEVE IN ❛ MAGIC ?
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xxxxxxx♔ ﾟ in a ⊰ Y O U N G GIRL'S ↷ ❥ 「 Ｈ Ｅ Ａ Ｒ Ｔ 」 ?
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xxxxx↻ azazel xxx↻ concerned;wary xxx↻ apartment
"...Azazel. Azazel Mammon."
Charlie nodded, staring a bit wide-eyed at the demon in her lap. He didn't disappear at her touch, so there went her theory of him being a hallucination. A part of her was still in shock that all this- the magic, the summoning, the demon- were real, but for the moment, she pushed it aside. Besides, as she looked back down at him, she started to get a more comforting feeling, and it set her at ease. Well, more at ease. She was still wary, but looking down into Azazel's light blue eyes gave Charlie a sense of calm. "And you>" He asked her. "Do I at least get to know the name of the person I'm going to have to be stuck with until I find a way around all this?"
Annoying, wasn't he? Charlie made an irritated face, rolling her eyes. It wasn't her fault he was stuck here! Maybe it was her fault that he was here in the first place, but as far as she knew, she wasn't the one (or the thing) keeping him here. But all the same, she found herself giving up her name to him, as he had done for her. "Charolette Jenkins." She said softly. "But everyone just calls me Charlie." Well, everyone but her mother. Her mother still called her Charolette. But she didn't say that.
Placing on hand on the side of his face to keep him balanced there, Charlie reached over to the nearby armchair and plucked the pillow off it. She was reluctant to move since she actually felt quite content with his head in her lap, like having a familiar weight back again, even though she hadn't known it was missing. But she was starting to lose feeling in her legs, and a small voice couldn't help pointing out how awkward the whole thing was, anyways, a stranger's head in her lap. Though, he wasn't really a stranger any more. She knew his name. That made him an acquaintance. "Wait here and don't get up." She told him, gently replacing her lap with the pillow she'd swiped from the chair. "I'll be right back."
Charlie got up, absently smoothening out her jeans. She wasn't really dressed up for the day. Just a pair of comfy jeans and cozy, well-fitting, light purple, long-sleeved sweater. A thin silver chain hung around her neck, sitting just above the light blue camisole she wore under the sweater. Just her comfy clothes for the long weekend or what was supposed to be relaxation. So much for that. Charlie quickly worked her way into the kitchen, and plucked a bottle of water from her fridge before returning to her guest. "Okay." She said, kneeling down again. "I got you some water. Try to drink a little, slowly! Then see if you can get up." She placed him back in her lap again, holding his head as she held out the water bottle. Whatever had been wrong with him before seemed to be gone now, but a little hydration couldn't hurt. And it didn't seem like he was going to hurt her anymore. So the sooner Charlie got him to his feet again, the sooner she could get some answers.
[[OOC: I can't wait for all the fights, too! Between Azy's immaturity and Charlie's stubborn nature, I can forsee a lot of those in the future! XD
I'm hoping that, once Azy's on his feet again, one of Char's friend's will stop by for a short visit; we'll see if Char can get him stuffed into a closet or something~ ^o^ ]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:23 pm
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xxxxxxxxxxx♠ DON'T BE ¤ RIDICULOUS
xxxxxxc♥ DON'T DELUDE ¤ YOURSELF
♣ HAPPY ENDINGS DON'T ¤ EXIST
♦ AND HELL ON EARTH IS ¤ REAL
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xxxxxxxΩ ∞ can't t r u s t A N Y O N E but ∑ ⋙ м є ⋘
ησт ALONE †
Charlie « xxx
ησт HEARTLESS †
uncertain « xxx
ησт MINDLESS †
'What the hell.' « xxx
ησт ANYWHERE †
an apartment « xxx
Azazel could read that brief flash of irritation across Charlie's face. Cute. Humans were so amusing. "Charolette Jenkins. But everyone just calls me Charlie." Not a very effeminate name. But it would do. Charolette seemed a mouthful. He blinked. Wait, why was he getting comfortable with this situation anyways? He was about to shift to sit up, but her hand was back on his face and he lost the will to move about. "Wait here and don't get up." Azazel grunted inaudibly as her lap was replaced with a pillow, much to his discomfort. "I'll be right back."
Hell if he was going to listen to her. While Charlie left for the kitchen, he tired to sit up anyways, thinking he was no longer dizzy and no longer comfortable at being immobile on the floor without Charlie there, but was unable to, still a tad unsteady. She came back a while later with a bottle of water and he looked at it curiously, wondering what she wanted him to do with it. "Okay." Okay what? He glanced back up at her. "I got you some water. Try to drink a little, slowly! Then see if you can get up." He looked up at her blankly as if to ask her if she was seriously making him do this; but then she moved him back onto her lap and there was an electrical surge that made him move his hands automatically. He swallowed the cool liquid, before pushing himself up, off Charlie's lap and away from her.
This sucked.
He didn't know how she did it, but she had managed to bind him to her so that he was unable to leave for the demon realm and he was unable to kill her, even if she didn't realize it. He was still a little dizzy, but more or less better than previously.
He was still trying to figure things out when the doorbell rang.
||OoC: Oh the fun we will have with these two~ ^O^ Poor Azzy, he so adorable when he's confused~~ xDD
Hurr, let's make it a group of friends who come to ask her to go to the movies with them or something xD And put a potential love rival for Azzy with them~~~ hurrhurrhurr ^O^ ||
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