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 Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 6:36 pm
Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!
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This is a Private RP between:
Cordelia, Ekundayo,
Ebony and Fathle.
Where: Auction house in Durem.
When: Late Afternoon.
Weather: Warm, chance of scattered showers.
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 7:27 pm
A tuft of black hair rose and fell with each puff of air blown from her dark lips as stormy eyes looked around the room for about the tenth time now. All around were women and men dressed in stuffy, expensive dresses and suits, her guardian included, who were all quietly conversing to one another or were glued to their cellphones. Once more the girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat and was yet again not satisfied, a frustrated sigh issuing from her.
"Cordelia please stop fidgeting." Ebony hissed at her charge. People had already gotten use to the strange girl's presence by now, but her constant shuffling was causing some eyes to stray their way once more.
"But Ebby, I'm soooo bored!" The girl whined causing another wave of curious peering in their direction. You couldn't blame them really though since a Raevan was certainly something to look at and Cordelia was no different. Most especially when some were thinking of how dangerous she might be with her all black ensemble and the sharp weapon like appendages on her back that clicked softly every few minutes. But it was starting to get rather annoying for the Brit.
"Can we go soon please?" Cordelia pleaded pathetically, clasping her hands together and pouting.
Ebony sighed and gently held the bridge of her nose trying not to let the child get to her. Delia was certainly trying the extent of her patience lately. "We can't leave Dove. The auction hasn't even started yet." Digging into her bag, the violet haired femme pulled out a coloring book and a small box of crayons. It paid to come prepared. "Here, play with this quietly for now."
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 7:38 pm
Fathle had received word about a small auction that would be taking place in Durem through his acquaintances in the antique business. Old and modern wonders and beauties would make up the wide selection of items being lined up to be sold. He was assured that most of the higher class citizens that resided in the Durem with money to burn through their pockets would be attending. A good sign that attested to the auction’s credibility and only increased Fathle’s interest in attending. He vaguely wondered if he would be able to find an old possession of his. Such an event occurring was rare in something so public. Fathle had only managed to find his things through tedious searching in private quarters. However, he had never lost hope that his search could be made easier.
Fathle inclined his head toward Ekundayo as he felt her weight shift against his arm. Her golden eyes roamed over the many faces that were staring back at her with interest.
“They’re all dressed like you,” she said, her pale fingers squeezing the soft, expensive material of the man’s black suit.
“Yes, it’s expected for an auction like this.”
“Why?”
Fathle smiled and leaned in to murmur into her ear. “So everyone can show off their wealth.” Feeling and hearing her guardians lips so close to her made Ekundayo turn her head, her expression one of bemusement and puzzlement. She was going to ask why again but a neatly groomed man gestured them toward two seats.
The Raeven didn’t like the way the man’s eyes roamed over her. There was something condescending in them. Fathle felt her bristle slightly against his arm but he pulled her close.
“Give them no mind, my dear,” he murmured against her brown hair. “They are nothing to you.”
Her guardian’s words seemed to placate her, and she said or did nothing else as they took their seats. Fathle had first tried to convince her to wear a shawl to the auction; he knew the rich could be judging about outfits, the women especially, and Ekundayo’s corset revealed much of her ample bosom – something that would bring in negative glances. However, the Raeven did not understand the need and refused. He did not push the matter. Thus, Fathle was resigned to feeling protective about his charge, his red eyes coldly returning a stare that lingered too long on Ekundayo.
“Look, Christine. Another one of those strange creatures.”
“How odd.”
“Atleast this one doesn’t look like a killer.”
“Maybe not a killer but perhaps a tart..”
Fathle turned his head as the two women stifled their laughter. They stopped when they realized that he was watching them.
“Your voices carry so well, madams,” he said smoothly, his mocking smile never reaching his red eyes. The two women blushed scarlet and angrily looked away. Fathle smiled to himself and turned his attention back to Ekundayo. Her eyes were softly glowing and there was something relaxed about her face. He realized that she was feeding on the emotions of the masses. As insipid as they might be, Fathle thought. He gently squeezed her hand and she turned to look at him, a small smile barely lifting the corner of her lips. Fathle decided to let her be as he looked about him. What the two women had said had caught his interest. There was another Raeven here… However, he didn’t have time to look for very long as a hush fell over the crowd. The auction was starting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 7:47 pm
"Finally..." Ebony muttered under her breathe as she straightened up and smoothed out both her black skirt and her violaceous locks, of which were styled down in a soft curl of waves. Seemed someone wasn't the only one tired of waiting. Eyes of tempered steel gave a quick side glance to her charge, Delia too deep in concentration with her coloring to notice, before Ebony smiled warmly and locked her focus on the auction at hand.
A painting...a china set...a grandfather clock...surely these things were beautiful and priceless in their own right, but Ebony had allowed all to pass in her search for something truly worthwhile and magnificent. Just when her thoughts had started to wander and the Brit was thinking perhaps this day had been a total bust, her ears perked at the next item up for bid.
"Our next item is a gorgeous wheel-thrown porcelain vase with an abstracted gold and platinum design inspired by a field of flowers. The artist is unknown, but experts believe this piece to have been created in the late 1800s. We'll start the bidding at 25,000 gold."
Absolutely enraptured by the vase's beauty, Ebony knew she had to have it. Quickly she raised her red numbered paddle.
"Ah, I have 25 from the lovey lavender haired lady. Do I have 30?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:04 pm
Ekundayo divided her attention amongst watching Fathle, watching the auctioneer, and watching the men who quietly brought in and took away the items to be sold off that day. She realized that the little red paddle in her guardian’s hand always got the auctioneer’s attention and when no one else raised their red paddle, Fathle would win whatever was on the stage. For the Raeven, it became a kind of game for her. There were some things that her guardian would not raise his paddle for, which made her frown. A strange sort of competitiveness seemed to blossom in her chest. Ekundayo wanted her guardian to win everything on the stage and she frowned slightly whenever he did not bid. However, even when she turned to question him, he only smiled and said that there would be more. More? She wanted him to win it all. She didn’t like watching other people take what Fathle could win.
“Anymore bidders for this well-crafted grandfather clock? Going once. Going twice…”
The auctioneer paused before hitting the podium with his small wooden hammer lightly.
“Sold to the gentleman in the third row,” he said with a smile and polite nod at Fathle. Ekundayo watched two men carefully maneuver the heavy clock off of the stage and the auctioneer shuffled through some note cards that were before him. He read off a list of information about the next item. The Raeven turned her head to glance at Fathle when she felt him go strangely still.
“Faye?” she asked. He turned to look at her and gave her a small smile and Ekundayo knew that her guardian was going to win this vase.
“30 for the beautiful vase?... Ah, yes, thank you, sir,” the auctioneer said with a smile as Fathle raised his red paddle. “Now, do I hear 35?”
There was a hopeful tone in his voice. A bidding war was a great way for an auction house to make a great profit.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 7:34 pm
"30 for the beautiful vase?...Ah, yes, thank you, sir,"
Silver orbs shifted slightly from the auctioneer and the object of her current desire, sliding just enough to gain view of the one who dared to get between herself and what she wanted. From her brief and heavily distorted vantage point of the man, all Ebony could really tell was that he looked pretty much just like any other male in the room except for his deeply rich colored red hair. The Brit flailed to miss her old acquaintance Ekundayo as her competitor was blocking the eagle, same with her shielding view of Cordelia just on the other side of her, busy at the moment furiously scribbling on her page with a green crayon.
"Now, do I hear 35?"
Quickly her attention snapped back to the stage ahead. Only 35? Surely the vase was worth much more, but if Ebony could gain it at a lesser value, then so be it. Carefully recrossing her legs and giving her long hair a bit of flick, the lilac haired female also flipped her paddle up in answer. That man would just have to find another vase because he definitely wasn't getting this one.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:50 pm
Ekundayo frowned as she saw a paddle slither up above the well-styled sea of hair. She tried to catch a glimpse of this person but could not see around Fathle. Her guardian did not look around as she did and just raised his paddle again, his red eyes fixed upon the happy auctioneer.
“And do I—Ah! Beat me to the punch, sir” he said with a happy twinkle in his eye. “We already have a bid of 40. Oh my, ladies and gentlemen. Do I smell a small bidding war about to arise?”
A soft murmur of laughter rose from the elegantly dressed mob as a few craned their necks to look at the purple-haired lady or the pale-skinned man. How strange, they thought, it was between the two people who accompanied the bizarre, half-formed creatures.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 6:56 pm
During most of the auction, Ebony's crafty distraction had completely encompassed all of Cordelia's focus and energy. So engrossed was she with trying to decide between a blue or red color for the princess's dress in her coloring book, that she hadn't notice anything of interest happening around her until the slight whisperings had grown into low murmurs. Curious, the basilisk finally lifted her onyx head to view what was going on.
Her slated orbs came into contact with numerous others of varying hues, all directed straight at her and the purple haired Brit, or at least that's how it seemed. Of course Ebony paid none any mind as she just as easily raised her own paddle, signaling to the auctioneer that she was raising the stakes to 45 and obviously not bowing out just yet.
Delia on the other hand, although pretty use to having lots of people staring and whispering on their usual bouts throughout Gaia, was feeling a bit uncomfortable by all this. Usually she wouldn't pay much mind to it either as Ebby had told her that they were just amazed and curious since not many had ever even heard of a Raevan let alone seen one. But those people were usually bashful and somewhat remorseful in their rudeness while these people...well these people were outright blatant and without an ounce of decorum towards their actions.
Wings giving off a few quick clicks in uneasiness, the smoke Raevan curled into her guardian. "Ebby..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 6:39 pm
45. 50. 55. 60. 65. 70.
“We have 75 from the young woman,” the auctioneer said with a happy, greedy smile. He expectantly turned toward Fathle, waiting for his auctioning paddle to go up once more. During this small war, his curiosity only grew as his competitor seemed as stubborn as him. Fathle ignored the people around him, watching and waiting to see if he would up the ante once more. His red eyes followed the crowd’s attention and gaze, filtering through the faces until he finally found the profile of the stubborn bidder. It was a woman with purple hair dressed elegantly as the elite atmosphere seemed to dictate.
“Why aren’t you bidding?” Ekundayo asked, her hand pressing down upon Fathle’s arm.
“I am looking at my competition… she seems as stubborn as myself.”
“She?”
“Yes… my competition takes the form of a young woman,” Fathle said. He could feel the Raeven shift next to him. He knew she was probably feeling agitated that he was not bidding. Yes, he wanted this vase but… Fathle studied the woman until he thought he saw her face tilt toward him. He offered a small smile and nod. Fathle then turned his red eyes to the auctioneer and shook his head slightly. A sign of refusal. The man frowned but continued his babble, trying to urge someone to top the current winning bid. However, time ticked by and he soon had to concede the fact that the war was officially over.
“Going once… going twice… Sold to the young woman!” he said, pounding his podium with his small wooden hammer. A soft murmur arose from the crowd once more, congratulating the young woman for her purchase and outbidding the red-headed stranger.
“Why did you not beat her?” Ekundayo asked, a note of irritation in her voice.
“An old man’s habits are hard to change,” Fathle said with a slight smile, turning to look at the Raeven. “I am sorry I disappointed you. I will try not to do it again.”
“It was ours,” she said stubbornly.
“Another time, my dear, I promise.” Fathle lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a small kiss to it to placate Ekundayo. It seemed to work because her golden eyes watched the men remove the vase from the stage but she did not say anything else.
“I want to go home,” she said.
Fathle studied her for a moment. Perhaps he would let her stay with his personal assistant next time he went to an auction. The Raeven seemed to be naturally competitive. He wondered if it had to do with her predatory soul… He smiled and nodded.
“Of course, my dear. We shall go. Let us go and pick up our winnings shall we?”
He offered quiet apologies as he stood up and escorted Ekundayo down the row of people so he could talk details with the auction house and pay for his won goods.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 8:00 pm
"Hush now Dove, we're almost done." Ebony whispered while giving the girl a gentle pat on the hand. Cordelia on the other hand wasn't as comforted by that as she should have been, the numerous eyes upon her making her edgy. Thus she grabbed the tan hand and placed it to her cold cheek and closed her eyes, praying for the end to be very soon and for the humans to stop their rude staring.
The cold made her hand jump slight, but otherwise she allowed it to stay right were the basilisk wanted it. Besides, when Delia held tight it was in her nature to tighten that hold more should whatever was in her grasp at the time try to wiggle away. So with one hand incapacitated for the time being, Ebony took a brief moment to contemplate her charge's feedings before returning back to the ensuing war. Another glance to the side at her competitor before giving her new bid, the Brit gave a menacing smirk. Giving up was not an option now, this was a matter of pride!
"Going once..."
Ebony looked straight down to the red haired man, a suspicious look to her features. Surely it wasn't going to be over so soon?
"Going twice..."
Not after all this? He'd make another bid and she'd counter again in this silent tango of theirs yes?
"Sold to the young woman!"
She blinked and it was over. She should have been happy to win. Happy to have defeated her rival of the moment and yet...there was an air of disappointment that surrounded her as the auction came to a close and everyone began to go their separate ways. That's when Ebony realized she'd been having fun.
"Is it over now?" asked a quiet voice as something tugged on her sleeve. Cordelia was eager to leave now and avoid anymore unpleasantness.
With a small sigh Ebony nodded and stood, "Yes, but I need to collect my vase before we leave. Okay?"
"Okay." the Raevan replied with a smile as she followed her guardian towards the area up in the front of the room.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:32 pm
“Yes, and there is more money for you if you would so graciously deliver my winnings to this address…”
Ekundayo was not interested in the details and drew away from Fathle’s side as he spoke with the auction house employees. Thankfully, the novelty of her appearance seemed to have dissipated and she no longer felt so many eyes upon her half-formed body. She looked back at Fathle with a small frown. What was taking so long? She wanted to leave this musty place that was beginning to grow hot from so many bodies packed within. Ekundayo raised her golden eyes and nearly floated into an old couple as she backed away in surprise. Standing only a few feet away from her was another… Raeven? She was a girl like her. Her body was partly made of a ribbon that surrounded a glowing rune. She had to be a Raeven. A small thrill of excitement and fear slithered up Ekundayo’s spine at this realization before she immediately floated over to her guardian.
“Faye,” she said urgently and touching his arm. He might have asked her to wait just for a moment but the tone of her voice made Fathle turn his head immediately.
“What is it Ekundayo?” he asked. He followed Ekundayo’s finger and his red eyes landed upon the reptilian Raeven. A smile lifted his lips.
“I thought I heard someone speak of another Raeven,” he said before glancing over at Ekundayo. For a few days now, he had been hoping to introduce her to others of her kind. How nice that the Fates would offer to drop another Raeven before them.
“Excuse me just a moment,” he told the auction house employee before he escorted Ekundayo closer to the other Raeven. The crowd parted around them so Fathle could clearly see who the dark-haired Raeven was accompanying. She was accompanying --he had to keep from chuckling. The Raeven’s guardian seemed to be the same woman who had been his bidding rival.
“Madam…” he said, “May I assume that the Raeven next to you is under your guardianship? If so, may I be so forward as to introduce myself to you? I am afraid I cannot pretend to be strangers with another person who is a friend to a Raeven . I am Farael Lekabel, but please… just call me Fathle. And this is my lovely charge, Ekundayo.”
Fathle then offered his hand to the purple-haired woman.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 6:07 pm
A constant victim to depression, Ebony found it no surprise when her deflated victory left her dragging in her venture towards the front of the room. It was rare when a genuine bout of fun came her way without being warranted, a welcomed surprise that was a surprise in and of itself. It was just too bad it had ended as quickly as it had started.
Or had it? That shade of red hair that was so hard to miss glared at her from up ahead and made her feet move even slower than before. Her focus was so acute upon the man whom had been her bidding rival that the purple haired Brit completely missed the clear view of Ekundayo she now gained with the clearing of the auction's other patrons.
But Delia hadn't missed the other and froze on the spot. Some good it did her though when her arms were tightly wrapped around her guardian's arm and her un-anchored body was slowly being dragged along without her consent towards the unfamiliar Raevan. Normally the girl would be beside herself with glee at meeting a brand new friend, especially another being like herself. But this time...the snake felt an inescapable feeling of anxiety well up in her chest that she wasn't particularly fond of nor did she understand it. And though Cordelia wanted nothing more than to run the other way, she found herself struggling with the excited pull of the other female's golden eyes.
Ebony looked over when she felt her right arm weighted down unusually. Suddenly she was worried when Cordelia's face was buried into her shoulder. Was she sick, too cold, hungry? When was the last time she feed? Oh god, she couldn't remember the last time the girl had feed! Her lips began to shape the concerned words she thought when someone interrupted her.
Looking upon what could be only described as the most perfect face she'd ever had the pleasure of being in the presence of, Ebony almost felt like she might fall right through the cracks in the floor at any moment. That was if she hadn't finally caught sight of the eagle girl right beside him. And then his words finally caught up with her muddled brain.
Frowning, she neglected to accept his offered hand. "You're charge? I wasn't aware Dayo had more than one." And if so, how in the world did the down-to-earth mechanic ever meet an unfairly handsome creature such as this Farael Lekabel? Grey eyes searching slight before turning to the downy haired Frei, "Dayo, where is Mouse?"
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 9:05 pm
She doesn’t know… He found that strange. Fathle had assumed that the entire Raeven community had been alerted about the virus. Something that devastating must have been circulated in the proverbial grapevine. But perhaps only those that were affected by the disease were privy to the unhappy information.
Fathle withdrew his hand and was about to broach the sensitive subject but the woman’s attention was fully upon Ekundayo now. He glanced over at her and saw her lips curve down into a confused frown.
“Mouse? Why would I know where a mouse is?” she asked. Her eyes were studying the woman carefully now. Ekundayo didn’t understand why the woman with the purple hair acted as though they knew each other. Had they met before? She quickly checked her memory of any passing meetings she may have had with this woman during one of her excursions with her guardian. However, her face did not appear in any of her memories.
“You have very purple hair,” she said in blunt observation, causing Fathle to squeeze her hand.
“My dear, I would like to speak with our new acquaintance privately. Perhaps you can introduce yourself to this young lady over here,” he said, gesturing over to the reptilian Raeven with a small smile. Fathle turned his red eyes back upon the lavender-haired woman. “With your permission, madam…”
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 10:10 pm
At Dayo's unusual response, Ebony couldn't control the way her brow arched in a quizzical manner. The girl thought she was talking about an actual mouse? And come to think about it, the Brit took this time to really examine the Frei, something seemed off about her, different. Although their first and only encounter had been rather brief, that Raevan had been bubbly and bursting with so much excitement that it had even managed to rub off on the normally cool and collected thief. Of which had obviously stuck with her since then. Yet this Raevan...she didn't evoke the same emotions in Ebony as she once had. This Ekundayo held no buzz of energy, but something along the lines of a melancholic calmness, something the violet haired woman was already quite familiar with. What had happened to elicit such a dramatic change? Where was Mouse? And who was this Fathle?
"Umm...yes, I do. Thank you. You're hair is very lovely as well. " she replied unevenly with an equally uneven smile, teetering dangerously on a frown again. It was halted with the crimson haired man's interjection into the conversation. A light bow of her head, "Of course. Cordelia..." The woman brought forth her reluctant and clinging ward, managing to pry the girl's cold hands off her arm and forcing Delia to face the pair before them. "Say ello to Mr. Lekabel and his charge, Ekundayo."
Desperately the basilisk tried to keep her hold on Ebony, but if she didn't want to hurt her woman then she had to oblige to the release of her limb. Slowly the two came into her slated gaze and Cordelia felt even more tense. There eyes, both guardian and Raevan, shone with the power of a predator's and Delia realized she was out numbered. Despite this, the dark girl did as her woman bid and answer quietly in that smoke filled voice of hers, "E-ello...nice to meet you..."
"Cordelia, why don't you share your coloring with Dayo? Perhaps she'd like to color as well while I speak with Mr. Lekabel?" Ebony motioned with the coloring book to the chairs off to the side of them. The snake Raevan simply nodded and whispered an 'okay' before taking the book and crayons over to the aforementioned seating, still keeping an eye on this Dayo.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:06 pm
Ekundayo looked up at Fathle with a small frown. Her initial excitement at finding another Raeven was quickly dissolving in the wake of her realization that this… Cordelia was scared of her. Ekundayo felt it like an oppressive heat seeping into her skin. Why was she scared? Had she done something? But all she had done was float next to Fathle and comment on the woman’s hair. Her guardian squeezed her hand once more and let her go. He offered a small, encouraging smile and a nod toward Cordelia’s direction. Ekundayo hesitated before slowly floating over to her, momentarily distracted by the crayons and coloring book.
“She is lovely,” Fathle said softly, his red eyes lingering upon Cordelia before he turned his eyes back to Ebony. He paused for a moment as he thought of how to start. “I am afraid I cannot offer you answers to your questions. I have never met a person named Mouse. But, as far as I am aware of, I am Ekundayo’s sole guardian. I am not sure how much you know of this event but there was an outbreak amongst a small population of the Raevens… the epidemic was started by a fel virus.”
He paused in his narrative to look over at Ekundayo, absently rubbing the base of his ring finger. “Ekundayo’s case seemed to have been especially bad. I believe a Lab staff member found her very close to death and her guardian, Mouse, was nowhere to be found. Thankfully, she has recovered but she has lost her memory. I am not sure how much she has lost but it seems she does not recall her life before she was infected.”
The Raeven looked over at the two of them. Her guardian was speaking too softly for her to hear over the dull throb of the people around them. Ekundayo turned her golden eyes toward Cordelia, studying her face with unabashed curiosity. One of her slim fingers curled around a crayon.
“Why are you afraid of me?” she asked, twirling the waxy pencil in her hands. “I can feel it. It’s something I can do.” Ekundayo didn’t know why she felt like she needed to add this part. It as was if she needed to prove to herself to this Raeven.
“In a sense, I suppose she is a brand new Raeven. I am sure you can understand the sensitive nature of this situation. I hope I may impress on you the importance of not mentioning her past life. I would rather not distress her if I can. And I am sorry to burden you with such unhappy information. I hope I have not caused you very much distress with this news. I am not sure how deep your relationship was with Mouse and Ekundayo…”
Fathle studied Ebony’s face in a quick moment of silence to catch any flicker of upset. He offered his pale hand to the woman.
“And if I may,” he said softly, “may I have a name to place with your lovely face?”
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