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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 10:00 pm
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 12:00 pm
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 6:29 pm
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»†† Řåŋđåľ Ŧâɱ Șɱĭţĥ ††«
He smiled at her softly when she thanked him for his jacket and more than likely for helping her sit down. He was a gentleman and that's what he felt a gentleman should do. He enjoyed watching her facial expressions and listening to her as she spoke. And he could tell that she was opening up more and more. A weight had seemed to lift from her after she'd told him her secret and now there was a happiness about her. He was looking forward to spending time with her, getting to know her, learning from her, and perhaps, she learning from him.
"You're welcome. Ah, I understand now. I'm very intrigued and am looking forward to watching you make potions. Does it require someone having witch abilities such as yours to make potions? Or is it something that anyone can do? If so, I'd like to take the time to learn. It's interesting to learn that your parents were magic users as well. Which brings me to ask the question of where were you born? If that's something that you can recall."He too laughed when he thought about her question regarding his hearing because she'd hit the nail on the head."Why yes actually! I've had to learn how to do that over the last several years. Sometimes, even when it's still and seemingly quiet, I can hear things that others generally can't. Such as a mouse scurrying in a wall, or the beat of a butterflies wings. I can switch between listening to what's going on around me and tuning into those more subtle things readily now. So it's not a problem. At first it would cause a lot of headaches."
Pausing for several moments, he ran his hands over the grass and then looked around at the beauty around them both. He wasn't sure if it would be permissible to pick any of the flowers, but he would this once. If one of the head Mistresses said something to him, he would apologize. Standing, he walked over and gathered a lovely bouquet of flowers for her and used two or three of the leaves of some lilies to wrap around the stems so that it would be easier for Cleo to hold. Looking at her periodically as he picked them, he would smile, not embarrassed by what he was doing in the least. Walking back to her, he sat once more by her side and handed her the bouquet and kissed her cheek softly.
"I had a wonderful evening Cleo. Thank you for everything." |
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 8:56 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:42 am
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:22 am
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He shrugged a bit as he sat down with her. He put an ankle on his opposing knee. Hmm, the question was, did he share the experience of when he first became a gypsy, or his time now? Leaning back, he found there was no back to the bench, but oh well, he could compensate. With his crooked smile, he asked "Now, there's another question first. The first time, or the second time? Both were highly different experiences." Yeah, the first time he had no choice, the second was his decision, as was the decision to strike out on his own and not form a clan. Nah, he was a lone rider as the saying goes.
"And I do wonder, Miss Maya, how is it that you got here? I know I got here by complete accident, but it seems that most of the guests here were invited at some point or another." Oh how he loved not being invited at all. It led to many interesting stories about how the others were invited, or connections some people may have. He'd never seen so many races assembled together for a party, so there had to be another reason. Most parties were done strictly by race; Vampires all together, with a few humans here and there for a snack for example.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:42 am
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Maya Gabrielle Skye
Maya gave Thacharaia a surprised glance. He was really going to answer that question? She hadn't expected him to. "Well...both, if you don't mind. You've piqued my curiosity." She rubbed her arms slightly at the elf's next question. She was silent for a moment, debating. Well...fair is fair. This is an exchange of information. So if we're going to share, might as well share. Not to mention if he sticks around, he'll find out sooner or later. She lifted her chin slightly, prideful despite the burning shame of being a slave. Her voice was level as she spoke. "As I said before, I had nowhere else to go. The slave shops were tired of ending up with me back in their stores. No one else would buy. Word gets around, and I've had quite a few masters. So...the last slave shop I was at got an offer to send me here, and they were all too happy to accept." She shrugged, looking away from Thacharaia and up at the stars. "I can't say I mind. I am by no means a prissy dragon, but I tire of filth." She flicked her eyes back to the elf, giving a faint smirk, expectant. Her expression clearly said, Now its your turn to spill, friend. |
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 10:52 am
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Thacharaia knew exactly what her look said, but he was far more curious now than ever. A beautiful creature like her, a slave? He'd have never guessed. Well, okay, that was a lie, he could have easily done so. Her demeanor said everything; the way she tiptoed around subjects, "Mr.". It wasn't too hard to guess at all. "An enslaved dragon, I can't say that I've met one yet. But what is this place? Is it for slaves alone?" He remembered this place from a long time ago, and he couldn't say that he knew it to be a place for slaves. The gypsy was quite close with the owner, not that he ever visited much, but it was her place, and her place alone. What had gone on in the past century or so?
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 11:21 am
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 8:14 pm
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I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under the cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Cleopatra St. Raven
~Witch~
Who She's With:
Cleo shook her head when Randal asked if making potions required having witch abilities, or if it was something anyone could do. And that if anyone could do it, he'd like to lean how to do so. She waited on answering though until he'd finished, asking where she was born. Then answered her question about if it was difficult to deal with having stronger hearing than most people. Cleo wondered what that was like for a second. She wasn't sure how well she'd like having a power like that. She had a hard enough time dealing with her immediate surroundings, let alone trying to do that and listen to what was going on farther away from her. When he'd finished, she decided to answer his questions. "Anyone can make most potions. Witches were the ones that created them, but all it takes to make the majority of potions is just putting the right, special ingredients together. There's only a few potions that can only be made by witches, mostly just the strong ones that require magic to work properly," she explained. Then added, "I'd be more than happy to teach you how to make them. It's rather easy once you get the hang of it," she added.
"And as for where I was born," she continued, "I'm from London, England, originally. My parents lived in a little cottage just outside of London, but when I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time in London, going on errands with my mother or father," she explained. She didn't have much of an English accent these days. Being away from London for so long had caused it to become watered down and almost unnoticeable. In fact, the only time that it became obvious was when Cleo would get excited about something and in a big way of talking, her accent would come out then. But that was such a rare thing, and usually only happened when Cleo was talking about her potions.
As Randal stood up and walked away for a moment, Cleo was curious what he did. But instead of watching, she pulled on her necklace, the charm always remained hidden beneath her shirt, but she pulled it free to lay in the palm of her hand. The gold charm was small, and in the shape of Big Ben. It was the only souvenir Cleo had from London, and she never took it off. She was always careful to keep it hidden beneath her shirt and out of sight because she'd been worried that her previous masters would take it from her. But she hated having it hidden, and since she was sure that Randal wouldn't take it from her, she decided to leave it out. After running her fingers over the little charm, she let it rest on the outside of her shirt.
No sooner than Cleo had let go of the charm and put her hand down. Randal came back, sitting down beside and handing her a bouquet of flowers from the garden, kissing her cheek as he did so. And then saying he'd had a wonderful evening, and thanked her. Cleo felt her cheeks get hot, and she looked at the flowers in her hands to try to keep him from noticing the blush. "Th-thank you," Cleo said. She cleared her throat, and looked back to him, smiling. "I should be the one thanking you. Tonight's been the nicest day I've had in awhile," she admitted. "So thank you for that. And for the flowers, they're beautiful," she added.
Cleo went quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. Well no, that wasn't exactly true. She could think of several things to say, several questions she had about Randal. But all of the questions were minor, just curious bits of information that crossed her mind now and then. Mostly because she was curious to get to know him better. But all of those questions could wait for another time. Clearing her throat again, she looked back to him. "Did you want me to get started on that memory recovery potion? I could show you how to go about making potions at the same time," she asked. "Or were you tried and would rather go to bed?" she added. Not wanting to be rude and keep Randal there if he were tired and wanting to go back to his room.
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody |
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 9:41 pm
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The gypsy gave her his crooked smile. She looked cute when she bared her draconic teeth. It was slightly alluring; made him wonder how those teeth would feel...better stay away from those thoughts. But he raised his hand, conceding her point. "I don't recall asking how you were caught Miss Maya. I know those are tender subjects. So I tend to stay away from those. I was merely curious about the castle. I knew the previous owner. But that was well over a hundred years ago." He looked around at the garden with a lackadasical aire.
A safe haven, huh? That was fascinating in itself. Perhaps he'd learn more by speaking to the owner. And there was another thing, the first story was long, and winded, and not quite the tale he would enjoy emparting. It would take a lot more than just the few jaunts he had with Lirin before he was kicked out of the troupe. No, it would entail how he was forced into the life-style. And the second, well, that was short and boring. His smile returned, after having faded during his thoughts. "Both stories are boring, and neither would I enjoy emparting to you. The first for different reasons than the second, but nonetheless. Alas that I am a bore."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 6:00 pm
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»†† Řåŋđåľ Ŧâɱ Șɱĭţĥ ††«
It was good to know that making potions didn't always call for the talents of the magically gifted. He had no idea what it would entail, but if it were just a matter of ingredients then maybe it wasn't any harder than cooking. That made him smile slightly as he listened to her and an image of the two of them standing by a stove boiling some sort of potion almost made him laugh out loud. But the offer for Cleo to teach him was something he was very interested in. He could hardly wait to get started. He listened with avid attentions as she spoke about where she was from. He knew of London England and had one vague memory of having been there at some point. The details he couldn't recall at present. Soon that may change though with Cleos promise to make a memory potion for him. It was nice to hear that she had some good memories at least.
He noticed how she tried to hide her face and it made him want to kiss her again. Only this time it wouldn't be on the cheek. Blushing ever so slightly himself and deciding keep his lips to himself at the moment, he instead let his facial features soften a bit as they tended to look a bit stern most of the time. He suspected that had something to do with his time in the military. And also the seriousness with which he dealt with the issue of not having much of his memory. Looking at her in silence for a few moments, he then looked down at the flowers and it was then that he noticed her necklace. Funny, he'd not even noticed the chain around her neck before now. It was a small golden replica of Big Ben. Which made him wonder about something else. Cleo was dropping hints here and there that she'd been around for a considerable amount of time yet she didn't look any older than a young child to him in ways. Maybe at some point he'd work up the courage to ask her. But right now it didn't seem so important. Thinking about all she said as she'd spoke, he waited a few moments before responding.
"You're welcome for the evening little one. It was my pleasure. I would like to get started as soon as possible, but you're right about one thing, I am tired. I got here not long before the party and so I'm rather worn out. If you'd like you can stay with me as I sleep and do as you like in my quarters, or you can do as you please as long as you feel safe. If you ever need me, don't hesitate to wake me. It's nice to hear more about you and that you're from London. I also noticed your necklace, it's very pretty and it seems that you have good memories of that place. I have a vague memory of having been there at some point but I'm not sure exactly when or what the details of that visit are. Perhaps after we try the memory potion we'll see if that can't remedy the problem."
Standing he offered to help her up and smiled warmly at her.
"Shall we?" |
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 11:09 am
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I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under the cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Cleopatra St. Raven
~Witch~
Who She's With:
Cleo suddenly felt a little guilty when Randal said that he was tired, and he hadn't arrived that long before the party had begun. She hadn't even thought about when he might have gotten there, and should have asked sooner if he was tired from his trip there. She blinked though at his offer of either staying in his quarters while he slept, or do as she liked. Honestly Cleo wasn't sure what to do. On one hand, she was tempted to go with him to his quarters so that she'd already be there in case he needed anything. After all, Cleo didn't want to start off the first few days with him as not being there when he wanted her to do something. On the other, she didn't want to bother him if he were just being nice and really wanted to be left alone.
Cleo found herself wishing that he hadn't left the decision up to her, especially since Cleo wasn't all that use to having the choice of making a decision. She was more use to just being told what to do. One thing Cleo did know was that while she appreciated what he'd said about not hesitating to wake him if she needed him, that she most likely would never wake him. Not unless it was just something major that she thought he needed to know. Otherwise, Cleo would just deal with it on her own if it didn't affect him.
Cleo blinked, realizing that he was still talking, that he'd noticed her necklace and that he had a vague memory of London, but that he wasn't sure when and couldn't remember the details of it, but maybe the memory potion would help with it. She nodded her head at that, and took his offer to help her up. When she stood, she thanked him, then looked around to make sure she hadn't dropped or forgotten anything in the garden. When she saw that she had everything, she turned to leave the garden with Randal.
Cleo gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "I'm not exactly use to making decisions," she said, giving a light chuckle. "In all honestly, I don't know which to do," she admitted. Sighing, Cleo shrugged again, an idea coming to her. "How about I go to my room for a few moments, so that I can change out of my costume, and I can get my potions book. And then I'll go to your room so that I'll be there in case you want anything when you wake up?" she suggested. "I'll be quiet when I come in, so I won't wake you in case you're already asleep when I get there," she added.
That seemed to be a good cross between the two; it would give Randal some time to himself, and if he were asleep by the time she got to his room then he wouldn't even know she was there, but she would be in case he wanted something when he woke up. In the meantime, Cleo could try to come up with some what she would need for the memory recovery potion, which would be what she did anyway.
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me, someone like me
Someone like me, somebody |
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 5:00 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2012 9:38 pm
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XXX
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