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 Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 11:19 am
Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::.  As Anya walked towards the kitchen pantry, the world around her suddenly became flooded in white light. The blinding flash was so instantaneous that it seemed as though it had only been imagined. Though the kitchen seemed mostly unchanged, a strange door now stood a little ways in front of Anya. Leaking from the edges of this door was a strange blue light. The entire incident was surreal, and now the door seemed to beckon Anya, asking her to enter...
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 11:58 am
Chiaku Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. As Anya walked towards the kitchen pantry, the world around her suddenly became flooded in white light. The blinding flash was so instantaneous that it seemed as though it had only been imagined. Though the kitchen seemed mostly unchanged, a strange door now stood a little ways in front of Anya. Leaking from the edges of this door was a strange blue light. The entire incident was surreal, and now the door seemed to beckon Anya, asking her to enter...
Anya stiffened as she stared at the door in front of her. Now what was this all about? What was going on? Her eyes widened as she stared at the strange blue light, wondering if the day had been too long.
Her hand shifted as she raised it to the door, instinctively pushing it open. It was crazy to think that a door could try to beckon a woman, but that was the way she felt.
She remembered then, the old lady with the tarot cards. That had been similar, almost. There too there had been something very odd about the event... her other hand slipped into her pocket as she felt the curling edges of the card.
It wasn't the same.
But...
She pushed the door open and stepped in.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:55 pm
Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::.  After going through the door, a minute passed before Anya's eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the room. Even before she could make out the shapes of the dimly-lit room, her ears were greeted by a melancholy melody: a pair of musicians practiced in one corner of the chamber.
More immediately before her was a settee, where a man languished with papers tossed haphazardly around him. Because of the lack of light, it was difficult to tell if he was awake--or even alive.
However, before that morbid thought had much time to develop, the man began to stir suddenly. He made an effort to straighten his posture, then glanced at Anya wearily.
"It's been a long day, hasn't it? I apologize for the mess. We've had a rather busy day here," the man said, attempting to adjust the ribbon-like garment tied around his neck. "Welcome to the Velvet Room. My name is Igor, and I have been waiting for you."
He picked up each paper, making a neat pile as he spoke. "My master has charged me with the task of leading you to your new fate. We have the power to grant your deepest wishes." He stared at Anya, his expression apathetic, but his eyes stern and intense. "The only condition is that you must accept responsibility for the events that come to pass from this moment on. You can no longer blame anyone but yourself for what happens. If you agree, then give me the card that has come into your possession."
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:23 pm
Kael shook his head a bit as he moved on into the kensington district. The idea he was going to find a baby's toy. This was not going to be easy now that he realized it, let alone the fact that Alyson would need to be fairly quiet and...He quickly ducked into an alleyway and checked on Alyson. A strange feeling of panick filled his chest followed by a strange feeling of relief when he found out the reason Alyson was as silent as the grave was because she had fallen asleep.
He understood this was a rare moment in a parents life but still, it was impossible for him to think of himself as Alyson's parent and not just simply her guardian and trainer. He shook his head clear before he moved back out into the streets of Kensington and moved along the streets to seek out a place that carries or has any sort of children's toy.
It would all be easier if that buffoon of an actor Feyd was in his stupid theater, but no of course he wasn't around the one time Kale had reason to go there. The possibility that he could just climb into the theater and steal what he wanted to steal occurred to him but he was trying to move about and act honorably when he was not working.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:11 am
Valerius walked around the side door to his house and, after checking to make sure that the usual vagabonds and other ne'er-do-wells resident in the area weren't paying particular attention, knelt by the side of the house and fiddled with something on the ground. It was not very aesthetic, but as a trap to keep intruders out, it had done its job. The first night he'd taken up residence in the old shop the trap had scared away a pair of thieves looking for easy prey. Now, Valerius was more or less certain that the house was rumored to be haunted, or containing a particularly murderous occupant, which was fine with him.
The boy in his arms, though, hardly seemed to care that his guardian was guaranteeing them safe entry into his home. He had perhaps noticed that the tenor of this part of the city had changed significantly from the one that they had just left, though it did not seem to bother him. His small teeth eagerly dug into the carrot, ripping and prodding at its orange flesh, enjoying the feeling of the thin slices shaving off between his teeth.
Cracking open the side door now that all was well (or at least, not going to injure him on the way in), Valerius carried the little boy inside and quickly locked the door behind him. He was home, but that had never seemed to solve his problems.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 6:52 am
Chiaku Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. After going through the door, a minute passed before Anya's eyes adjusted to the dark interior of the room. Even before she could make out the shapes of the dimly-lit room, her ears were greeted by a melancholy melody: a pair of musicians practiced in one corner of the chamber.
More immediately before her was a settee, where a man languished with papers tossed haphazardly around him. Because of the lack of light, it was difficult to tell if he was awake--or even alive.
However, before that morbid thought had much time to develop, the man began to stir suddenly. He made an effort to straighten his posture, then glanced at Anya wearily.
"It's been a long day, hasn't it? I apologize for the mess. We've had a rather busy day here," the man said, attempting to adjust the ribbon-like garment tied around his neck. "Welcome to the Velvet Room. My name is Igor, and I have been waiting for you."
He picked up each paper, making a neat pile as he spoke. "My master has charged me with the task of leading you to your new fate. We have the power to grant your deepest wishes." He stared at Anya, his expression apathetic, but his eyes stern and intense. "The only condition is that you must accept responsibility for the events that come to pass from this moment on. You can no longer blame anyone but yourself for what happens. If you agree, then give me the card that has come into your possession."
The card? Anya blinked for a moment as she eyed the man in front of her, not liking the way that the room seemed so set for something so melancholy. It was depressing, and suspicious... and the htought of having her deepest wishes granted seemed like a joke.
What would befall her then?
But he knew about the card, didn't he? He knew about the card in her possession and her grip tightened on the card as she pulled it out of her pocket.
"This." she confirmed, vocally as if for some reason there would dare be a chance that he had made a mistake.
"Here." she looked at the card, at the empress with almost a fond expression, and handed it over.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:36 am
Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. Just as Anya offered the card, Igor snatched it from her fingers, then settled back into the cushions of his settee. He thumbed through the stack of papers, pulled one free, and then muttered as he read quickly over the words on the page. When he was finished, he turned towards a strange device nearby, a kind of box that was made up of two parts. He lifted the smaller part and placed it to his ear, then began pressing buttons on the face of the larger box.
A minute passed, and then Igor began to speak, though it was apparent he addressed someone who was not immediately in the room. "Hello. We have one last guest for today... I wasn't quite sure she'd show up, either... Sorry, I know it's inconvenient. We'll finish this one, and that will be it for today... Yes. Yes. Ok, we'll be ready for you in another minute."
After re-assembling the machine, he stood and moved towards a chest that sat next to the settee. Just as he placed his hand on top of the box, the lights in the room dimmed. The music hushed and the room became deadly still. Then, whispered voices descended from the ceiling of the room. A mob of ghost-like figures began to manifest, floating above the Velvet Room residents and conversing amongst themselves.
A figure pulled away from the throng and approached Anya. This woman was tiny and dainty, yet regal, a pair of butterfly wings pumping rapidly on her back.
When she spoke, her voice echoed throughout Anya's entire being, the sound much like tiny tinkling bells. "Life needn't be so sorrowful and serious. Let me show you a little fun!"
The spirit then turned to Igor and dove into the open box at his feet. The man slammed the lid shut. Moments later, the usual gloomy light returned to the room, the spirits gone. Igor brushed loose strands of hair from his face as he lifted the chest's cover. Inside was a tiny infant with wide eyes.
"By the strength of your heart, you have awoken another aspect of your personality and given it form in the world. She is your's now. If you treat her properly, you shall reap generous rewards. I wish you the best of luck." Igor then turned his back, going back to his position on the settee.
Titania as an Infant .: [ Titania (Infant) ] :. [ Origin ]
On the Other Side, this child was known as Titania, Queen of the Fairies and the wife of Oberon. She was a proud creature who dwelt in a magic forest and played tricks on humans.
[ Physical Traits ]
The child wears a costume that is silken-soft, but resembles some sort of strange caterpillar. Although this costume appears to be made of normal cloth, the child will not part with it; the material seems somehow a part of her. She is fair-skinned and more beautiful than cute.
[ Personality and Behavior ]
The child has an insatiable hunger for leaves. She will attempt to eat any kind of green plant material, from weeds to houseplants. When she is not feeding, she sleeps for long periods of time. Despite her desire for sleep, however, she is unable to get comfortable unless she is wrapped in many heavy blankets. During the periods when she is truly awake, she is playful and alert.
[ Relics ]
( - None currently held - )
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 11:43 am
Chiaku Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. " By the strength of your heart, you have awoken another aspect of your personality and given it form in the world. She is your's now. If you treat her properly, you shall reap generous rewards. I wish you the best of luck." Igor then turned his back, going back to his position on the settee.
Anya stared at the little child wrapped in the costume and paused, her eyes widening. The dainty fairy like creature that had spoken so cheerily had disappeared, and now there was this little blonde and blue eyed infant. She reached out almost instinctively and held the child to her, comforted by the fact that the infant was small and defenseless.
This was certainly... unusual.
"This is." she started, and nodded her head. "Yes sir." she answered immediately, curling her hand around the child as she looked into the green eyes.
"Hello darling." she cooed. None of her own children had been so fair and fragile. "My name is Anya. I guess..." she hesitated. "I guess I'm yours."
Not the other way around, certainly. No. It was she who belonged to the child now.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 8:15 pm
Grondax finished his business with the theater and decided he would return briefly to unload his materials at his hideout before returning to the mansion for his daily debriefing.
The evening air was cool as he walked down the road absent minded towards the lost district.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 4:56 pm
Event for Rabid Ice Weasel!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR TRAUGOTT . ] ::.  As the wind outside picked up speed and rain began to beat more heavily against the roof of Traugott's shop, a sound echoed throughout his home: the banging of a fist against his door. A voice, though muffled with the sounds of the storm, penetrated the walls of the building, stirring the blacksmith from his sleep.
"Hello? Is anybody home?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:54 pm
Traugott opened his eyes at the sound of knocking, trying to believe for a time that it was a tree branch against his window or a raccoon on his roof. Of course, there were no trees directly above his home, and that would have had to be a rather large raccoon to sound so deep and resounding. The voice, however, was impossible to ignore. Go back to sleep, he told himself. It had been a long day.
...but what if it was someone looking for shelter? What if it was a Peace Enforcement officer come to collect some due he had no knowledge of? In one case, his conscience would eat at him, and in the other it may very well be a sword. One of his own swords. Either way, who ever it was seemed pretty intent on getting inside, and Traugott didn't particularly feel like having to attach a new door.
His bed and his joints both groaned as he forced himself to sit and then stand, hobbling painfully toward the door. He was cold and sore and shirtless, but the person outside would undoubtedly be more so, plus wet and hungry or possibly heavily armed. He pulled the door open with a little grimace.
"Yes?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 4:57 pm
Rabid Ice Weasel His bed and his joints both groaned as he forced himself to sit and then stand, hobbling painfully toward the door. He was cold and sore and shirtless, but the person outside would undoubtedly be more so, plus wet and hungry or possibly heavily armed. He pulled the door open with a little grimace.
"Yes?"
Event for Rabid Ice Weasel!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR TRAUGOTT . ] ::. The woman stood hunched outside of the door, the hood of her cloak casting shadows across her features. She seemed weary, one hand resting heavily on the frame of the doorway.
"I apologize for disturbing you, sir," she said, her voice somehow confident despite her flimsy appearance. "Please give me shelter until this storm passes. I can only offer little in return, perhaps a card game to pass the time. May I enter...?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:06 pm
Chiaku "Please give me shelter until this storm passes. I can only offer little in return, perhaps a card game to pass the time. May I enter...?"
Traugott was more used to wandering orphans than random women, and children were usually more than happy to hide out under the roof overhang at the back of his home. It didn't seem right to leave such an apparently frail being out in the cold, though. In the pouring rain. He stepped back and motioned for the woman to come in.
Of course, he wasn't really in the mood for a card game and he had been entirely asleep. Having a guest at this time was simply ridiculous ... but did he not wish every night that he had someone to spend his time with? He may never see this woman again, but she was not running from him in terror, and that was an incredible step up from the norm.
"I only have one bed," he said a bit softly, "You may have to make do with a blanket or two."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:25 pm
Rabid Ice Weasel
"I only have one bed," he said a bit softly, "You may have to make do with a blanket or two."
Event for Rabid Ice Weasel!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR TRAUGOTT . ] ::. "I haven't need for a bed," the woman said, walking briskly into the offered home and sitting at the closest table. She cleaned the surface of objects, then set to placing a series of cards in ordered rows. Her attention on the cards was so intent that it became apparent that there was some purpose behind her visit other than shelter from the storm...
As she turned the cards over in sequence, she mumbled words low beneath her breath. "He has turned his back on the world, standing at the edge of some black, unknown abyss, yet with a flame in hand...Will he find the truth there?" Then, as she flipped the last card face-up, she set back in her seat, seemingly satisfied.
"Thank you for a brief rest from my travels, sir," she said, collecting the cards, but leaving the last card on the table. "I offer this card as thanks for your kindness. Keep it close to you; you may soon find your true path in life."
Without speaking another word, the woman swept out of the room with haste, disappearing almost instantly into the black night beyond Traugott's door. The card she left on the table had the image of a cloaked figure standing on a cliff, holding a lantern to illuminate the darkness: The Hermit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:33 pm
Left alone once more, and with strange swiftness, Traugott could do nothing but frown a bit and sit at his own table. The card that lay before him almost seemed to taunt him. She'd spoken about him as if he wasn't even there, and her murmur had been as disturbing as anything. He picked it up and touched the little man. He sort of had turned his back on the world, hadn't he? ...but the lantern. Was there something for him yet? He had never been taken by the soothsayers in his native town, but something about this all seemed very odd. Very real.
Well, what was the hurt in keeping a present? Even if it wasn't some kind of strange psychic object, it was given to him, and it would be entirely improper to throw it away. He had no idea how much cards cost nowadays, but he was sure it was quite a bit. He stood and pierced the card on a thin nail that protruded from the wall, letting it hang like a tiny, ominous picture. With a sigh, he turned again to his bed.
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