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 Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 5:49 pm
༶Who: Grimm Darius and his Caedos, Cyril; accompanied by Grimm Jin-Ho Kyon and his Phasmas, Blaithe.
༶Where: One of the many bustling Gadu markets, North-Central Imisus.
༶When: Late in the year, winter drawing closer with each day.
༶Weather: Cold and cloudy, threatening for a light snowfall.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 6:10 pm
Sometimes it was still such a strange sensation, not having an arm. Such simple tasks, once mindless, often times took a bit more dedication and time to get accomplished. For a while, there was someone who would follow and help when needed, but as the days wore on Jin-Ho found he preferred to do things on his own; there wouldn’t always be someone to help. He needed to do these things. He needed to continue surviving, just as Amory had been telling him. It was still frustrating, often time consuming, but he was starting to feel better bit by bit, day by day. There was no denying it was hard, but with Blaithe cheering him on, Jin-Ho could do almost anything.
The Phasmas in question was getting better, as well. While she still couldn’t quite come out of her newly formed shell, the fact that her Grimm was once again making an effort to turn a new leaf definitely put her at ease. While she wasn’t quite expecting to move so far away from the few friends she had, life in Imisus wasn’t so bad. It was certainly warmer, something she had missed since the first time they had visited their family, and she got to meet her Grimm’s twin sister! She was so nice and caring, but they only were able to enjoy one another’s company every couple of weeks due to Jin-Ho’s therapy. The trip between Pont and Gadu was a good few days’ journey, and since he had a few sessions per week, it was important that the two stayed in the area until dismissed for breaks. It was pretty lonely, but tolerable. Still, she missed Sloane’s company terribly despite having Hero around. She also missed her bell friends, but Jin-Ho assured her that they had been given over to good, caring people.
Hero, on the other hand, had grown in the time that they had moved. Having grown into quite the Phasmas, himself, he donned himself in handsome clothing, with no color other than his fur and white ribbons. He was a bit larger than Blaithe, as to be expected at three inches, but he was still an effective companion and mode of transportation for the girl. It was much safer here, no one knowing who the former scribe was or even caring about his affiliation with any faction. It was simple, free. A much needed break from such hardships, and each day things became easier.
With Blaithe and Hero tucked away snuggly in an extra pouch at Jin-Ho’s side, the three roamed the market for their weekly groceries. They weren’t made of money by any means, but they were allowed a comfortable sum for food and shelter – though the latter had been provided by the Fellowship during his healing sessions. Somehow, such a modest lifestyle had become so comfortable; they couldn’t imagine living any other way anymore. The warmer climate certainly helped, as well.
”It’s getting cold,” Blaithe whispered, clinging tightly to Hero inside the satchel.
”It is still much warmer than Shyregoed,” he whispered back, holding the brightly lit Phasmas closely with a purr.
”Yes, I remember…” she said, a slight frown tugging at her features. The Excito idly recalled her short time in a human form, shuddering at how biting the cold had been while in such a fragile body. She never wanted to experience that again if she had any say in it, she decided as she relaxed into Hero’s curves. In response, he nodded while holding her closer.
”We won’t be out long,” Jin-Ho stated, careful to not jostle the bag too much with them inside. ”I just need to get a few things. Would you like more paper?”
”Yes, please!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 3:21 pm
In that same market, not so far away from Jin-Ho, stood a tall man with incredible posture, lingering at a booth and selecting his own groceries. He worked silently and efficiently, paid without haggling, and made no conversation. The man himself, but for his size and the special sharpness in his light eyes, was hardly worth a second look to most others in the marketplace. His entire bearing did not recommend himself to such scrutiny, and were he alone, he might pass through the entire market without one soul remembering him to be there.
And yet many eyes did follow him.
Or perhaps not him, but the Caedos that rested proudly on his Grimm's broad shoulder, his wide eery smile finding each and every person that stole a glance at him. The man made no indication that he even noticed the plague, even though the creature talked incessantly, sometimes climbing atop his Grimm's head, sometimes swinging down his cloak to his elbow.
"Darius, another lady glances our way," the plague said, his voice pleasantly smokey and smooth. "Good morrow to you, miss! A pleasant day to you! -- Ah! She hurries away. It is too much to give so much attentions all at once, is it not? Perhaps the cold hurries her. It is indeed becoming cold --" (Or so he said, the Caedos gave no indication that he himself cared at all about the temperature) "-- and of course she should wish to guard herself against it! Miss! Go quickly to the tannery and buy yourself a good muffler!"
The plague waved after the woman who had rushed away, but the moment she turned the corner and out of his vision, he forgot her. He turned his black head toward the next nearest person, a dark man without an arm.
"And a good morrow to you as well, sir!" said the plague, lifting his slouched hat a touch in greeting. He studied Jin-Ho for a brief moment, his white eyes squinting, taking in details about the other: the dark skin, the scars on his face, the lack of an arm, the practiced balancing movement of his single hand. But he said nothing of what he saw, immediately launching into another speech. "Darius, another fine gentleman! There are quite so many in the marketplace at this hour. What is the hour, I wonder? It should be called the Grocer's Hour, should it not?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 4:25 pm
The outgoing presence of a certain, noisy Caedos certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by the former scribe, his eyes scanning the scurrying patrons for any sign of just who was making such a ruckus. If it weren’t for how deathly still the supposed Grimm had stood, perhaps the Excito wouldn’t have been so easily spotted. It wasn’t the first time Jin-Ho had run into a Grimm and their companion, though it had been a while since he had met one so lively. The decidedly male Plague in question reminded him a lot of Blaithe back before any of their hardships had even been put into motion by whatever sick deity decided to play such terrible pranks on them. Somehow, it tugged at his hardened heart.
Blaithe, tucked away carefully from the outside world, had become restless mere moments before this excitable individual had been noticed by her own Grimm. Despite the air being muffled, the scent of death, old blood and sharpened metal had caught the small girl’s attention. It couldn’t be. What would Sloane be doing all this way? Who else would smell of such a classic combination; who would be this far out in his place? Giddiness nearly took over as she fumbled with the smaller latch that miss Min-Ho had fashioned for her, only to be gently pulled aside as Hero opened it in her stead. ”Sloane?” she called out, the excitement in her voice unable to be hidden or toned down. It had been so long, had he really come all this way? Her eagerness faded into disappointment as she saw no single sign of her dearest friend, but the overpowering scent of her fellow deathling couldn’t be forgotten. Even if her friend wasn’t here, there was someone similar. Unlike Jin-Ho, however, Blaithe noticed their new company just as soon as its attention was drawn to her Grimm.
Normally, Jin-Ho wouldn’t have even flinched at a Plague directing their Grimm’s attention to himself, but the man was, indeed, rather intimidating and large – a drastic contrast to the giddy, miniature man standing on his shoulder. From what the Mage could tell, the Caedos was very slick, his outfit handsome and his smile unmistakable. ”Greetings…” he mumbled, his hand instinctively reaching down for his bag as Hero and Blaithe peaked their heads out. Her sense of smell must have failed her, lest… The Plague must have been a type of blade, like Sloane. Stranger items had been found, there was no doubt in that.
”It is a pleasure to meet a fellow Grimm,” he said, offering the towering man a polite bow. Despite Blaithe’s incessant pleadings, the native Imisian silently refused to let her out quite yet. He did not know this man, nor his companion; he had mindlessly trusted too many in the past, and it wasn’t to happen again if he could help it.
Blaithe was not so easily deterred, having Hero assist her out and onto Jin-Ho’s arm. The man wasn’t happy, but he stayed quiet as she nestled herself into the fold of his sleeve. Her curiosity knew no bounds, though her apprehensiveness kept her hidden all the same. This Caedos smelled almost exactly like Sloane – their differences were unnoticeable. His appearance was so contrasting, but without looking she had been fooled. How was this possible?
”Who are you…?” Blaithe asked, partially hidden behind Hero, her face pinked against her stark white glow. Hero looked unimpressed, merely looking in the general direction of their new companions. To the Phasmas’ question, Jin-Ho nodded, though he didn’t offer his hand as one normally would.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:03 pm
The plague smiled as Jin-Ho acknowledged him, the smile on his face growing even wider, threatening to curl clean off of his face. He returned Jin-Ho's bow with one of his own, sweeping one arm back to flutter his cloak as he dipped low. "A pleasure, of course, my dear man! I am Cyril Horatio Byron Daggerfeld IV, and this is my Grimm, Darius. " He gestured with one hand toward Darius' jaw, as though the man on whose shoulder he was perched could be forgotten. All of his movements were easy and graceful and fluid, the same as the lilt in his voice.
Darius, for his part, turned slightly toward Jin-Ho, his left eyebrow lifting a hair. It was a curious expression; there was no judgement or darkness in his gaze. Other than this, his expression did not change, his wide mouth still flattened in a line. It seemed impossible that this mouth ever opened. His grey-blue eyes flitted over Jin-Ho briefly, taking him in, and then settling on the crook of his arm, where the tiny plagues were nestled. Darius inclined only his head forward in a bow, his broad shoulders staying steady for his plague's benefit.
"We are overjoyed, but overjoyed to have made an acquaintance during this busy Grocer's Hour," the plague continued without pausing for breath, taking a seat on the very edge of his Grimm's shoulder, as close as possible to Jin-Ho. He leaned forward with interest. "What is your name, good sir, if I may be so bold as to inquire?"
"Forgive Cyril his exuberance." The tall man spoke finally, his voice hushed and gravelly and deep, as though long kept unused. "We do not mean to keep you all in the cold."
"You all? Ah!" Cyril leaned out even further, so far it seemed certain he would tumble off of his Grimm. He looked Jin-Ho over until he, too, saw the small Phasmas pair partially hidden. His white eyes widened and he slapped one ghostly hand against his thigh, letting out a ringing laugh. "Brilliant! Look, Darius -- but of course you have already seen -- such hidden gems, such a pleasant sight! My fellows! Good morrow, hidden ones!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 4:57 pm
Charming and energetic were the first words to come to mind when it came to the obvious blade perched so carelessly on its Grimm’s broad shoulder. While the pair seemed to suit each other nicely when it came to physical appearances, the sheer animation of the small one was jarring in comparison to his master’s stone stance. If it weren’t for the acquaintance of Sir Sloane, perhaps Jin-Ho might have even been a tad intimidated, but after such hardships and meetings, it was just another meeting. Besides, the most threatening of the pair was certainly the Caedos; at least, in the long run he would be. Unless he were to manage a non-linier growth, he would become an Infitialis; a spreader of the Plague. Such a flatterer, the young one was, but such is the sharp tongue of the chaotic.
Jin-Ho’s eyes drifted upward to meet with Darius’, initially startled such a blue but forbade such a reaction to show in his expression. He remained as listless as the statue of a man, watching just as he was being watched. The man’s eyes drifted to the wee ones, part of the former scribe wishing that they had remained in cover in case the duo was not trust-worthy, but now that there were two it was much harder to keep them contained. There seemed to be little danger, however, and the native Imisian’s eyes traveled back to the Caedos as he spoke once more.
He would have spoken in response had it not been for Darius’ sudden chiming in, his nearly raspy voice cutting through the momentary silence to voice his own opinion. One thing that struck the once-writer; this man, while silent, seemed to have a well-educated tongue. And it was true, it was rather cold and Jin-Ho silently remembered Blaithe’s complaint, but now it seemed she had become pacified by the arrival of a new Plague. Now that he thought about it, it had certainly been some time since she had seen a new face like her own, no wonder she had become so jostled to leave the semi-warmth of their satchel. He couldn’t blame her. Once again, he would have liked to respond but the small one cut through the conversation once more, bringing the two in his sleeve into the light.
An involuntary reaction, Blaithe hid behind Hero once more as their new ‘friend’ gushed over the two of them. Hero’s ears fell back just a tad, though he was well aware that his lady was merely startled. There was no fright, no ill intent and no intimidation in the air; merely fascination and bewilderment. This time it was Jin-Ho to be the one to interrupt, first allowing Blaithe and Hero to climb onto his palm rather than rest in the cloth of his sleeve. ”It is quite all right,” he said, offering Darius a polite nod. ”My name is Jin-Ho Kyon, but you may simply call me Jin-Ho. These,” he said, gently bobbing his palm upwards for emphasis, ”are my Plagues; Blaithe, and the stunted Hero. They are companions and remain together. It is a pleasure to meet you both, Cyril and Darius.”
Blaithe, now clung to by Hero’s larger form, sat quietly in awe of their new, metal friend. She still couldn’t wrap her Phasmas mind around how similar this Cyril was to Sloane; while they looked nothing alike, their scent could barely be distinguished, even at such a distance. While normally one would not be so fond of the smell of iron and death, the Excito cherished such an aroma in the thought of her dearest friend. She could barely find words, especially at such flattery.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 10:44 pm
"Jin-Ho, what a name! I confess I have never heard it before. They say one's name says much about oneself, and yours sounds noble to my ears, good sir. Hello, fellow plaguelings! Blaithe, Hero, my fondest greetings." Cyril's voice took on a note of pleasure, a thrumming vibration throughout his tone almost like suppressed laughter. He stood from his perch on Darius' shoulder and took hold of his Grimm's cloak. With a series of deft steps, he repelled down the man's cloak in a flutter of fabric, lowering himself to the Blaithe and Hero's level. "Let me look at you and shake your hands; it is wrong that we should not say hello face-to-face. Tell me, Hero, is it that you are called such for past deeds or present actions?"
A long-suffering expression flickered momentarily over Darius' visage before the man lifted the arm beneath the cloak, allowing Cyril to sway closer to Jin-Ho's palm. He looked back up to the man and lifted both eyebrows just slightly, as though to communicate his acknowledgment of his plague's eagerness. But out of his mouth, he only said: "Jin-Ho, a pleasure."
The smile on Cyril's face grew wide and strong as he got a closer look at the two plagues now not so far away, and his gaze lingered on what he could see of Blaithe's colors behind Hero's body.
"Does my nattering on displease the lady?" he said, his voice lowering into a coo. "Little one, you will find no harm in me, only smiles and sound, and I shall endeavour to make both pleasant to you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 3:40 pm
At this point, Jin-Ho silently began to wonder if this one could even conceivably remain quiet for more than the span of five seconds. His flattery, while seemingly genuine, poured from his mouth at a mile a minute, nearly to the point of overwhelming the man. Despite his calm, a small, flustered blush crept across the former scribe’s cheek as he cleared his throat. Luckily for him, it seemed that Cyril’s attention had already drifted downward. He almost wondered how Darius tolerated such constant jabber, but then again, he had once done so himself; the mere thought causing his heart to sink. How he missed those days.
Hiding his scowl, Hero nodded at the blade’s question. ”I saved Lady Blaithe’s life shorty before I transformed,” he said, pointedly. His ears eased ever so slightly, though they remained low against his head.
Blaithe, now crawling her way into Hero’s lap to allow a better view, stared in awe as Cyril slid effortlessly and gracefully down his Grimm’s arm and into her line of sight. Just as she would have expected, he was much larger than her; compared to a full grown adult human, she would have been considered the size of an infant to the dagger. Her heart sank, but at the same time her high kept her from pitying herself. ”N-no, I’m sorry. I just…” she said, floundering for an excuse. His pleasantries made it difficult for her to be on her toes, any suspicions melting away at his charm.
”She is just easily startled, that is all,” Hero announced quickly, his arm protectively wrapping around the small girl. While he meant to hide it, his disdain for any male other than himself was jarringly apparent.
The attention of others in the market drifted toward the miniature scene, catching Jin-Ho’s eye. ”Maybe it would be best,” he said, nodding his head toward a small clearing around a tented dining area, ”to cease being the center of attention.” It was a familiar feeling, chancing a meeting with a Grimm only to drag them away from a market. That always seemed to be his luck, but times like this were pleasant. It would even get them out of the cold, and to Blaithe’s luck he had already bought new parchment. They could fill their bellies and relax.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 7:54 pm
It seemed the Grimm and plague had the silence and speaking split unfairly between them, each with too much of one extreme. As Jin-Ho gestured to the tented area, Darius simply nodded in return, pulling Cyril back and allowing the plague to crawl back to his earlier seated location on his shoulder. Cyril, for his part, spoke the entire way:
"You saved a life?" He said to Hero, his expression becoming bright and intrigued. "My dears, this is a story I must impose upon you to tell! Ah -- then you are aptly named, Valiant, for this small Blaithe seems of course well worth heroic action. -- oh, and she speaks! I am glad to hear I do not cause any displeasure. Tell me, you little prism, how did you come to be so dazzling? Oh -- just a moment -- we appear to be moving!"
Here the speaking paused momentarily, as his Grimm had taken him away and put Cyril back upon his shoulder. The dagger made himself comfortable, looked to see where the Grimm was walking, and called down to the duo: "We will be more comfortable to speak in a second, I am sure!"
Darius walked toward the tent, ducking inside and turning toward Jin-Ho to see if the other was close by. On his shoulder, Cyril ooh'd and aah'd about the general splendor of the dining tent -- in reality nothing out of the ordinary -- and Darius said under his breath to the other Grimm: "I am afraid we will always be the center of attention."
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 4:57 pm
Jin-Ho ducked underneath Darius’ arm, he sighed in relief at the lack of people inside the dining tent. Aside from the general ruckus outside, the cloth surrounding them transformed any and everything into nothing but a muted mumble, allowing the five of them to speak in peace. The cooks, quite familiar with Jin-Ho and his normal company, eyed the stranger he followed as they made their way to one of the few wooden tables scattered around, returning to their own business as the group sat. The man allowed Blaithe and Hero to scramble onto the table, setting down a scrap of parchment immediately after.
Normally, the brush would have jumped as soon as the paper had been set, but her attention was still captured by Cyril; much to Hero’s disfavor. With the topic on himself, he couldn’t help but idly preen as his ego was stroked despite the less than pleasurable circumstances.
”Hero saved me from a rat… I had somehow ended up alone but he came back just in time,” she announced, preferring not to recall the memory. Part of her wished that he had been there several months sooner to save her from a certain repugnant flower. She let out a small shiver, cursing herself for jumping from one horrid memory to the next, but with the cold it easily hid any hints of discomfort toward inward thoughts. ”He’s been there for me ever since… he’s one of my greatest friends.”
Hero’s tail puffed slightly at the word ‘one,’ knowing all too well that Sloane was included. He could understand her sudden infatuation with Cyril; he and Sloane seemed similar in many ways… only causing his dislike to grow. ”She is well taken care of under my hand,” he said sharply, sitting cross-legged between the blade and the brush.
The cat’s loyalty sometimes surprised Jin-Ho, forcing himself to turn away from the three miniature beings in favor of his fellow Grimm.
”I am well aware. Sometimes I wonder if that’s entirely a bad thing, though,” he said, his voice full of half-hearted wonder. Maybe the attention would one day be a good thing, who knew? With all of this negative attention directed towards Grimms and their Plagues, however, the last thing any owner wanted was attention; especially from the Cult. ”Regardless,” Jin-Ho said, clearing his throat, ”What brings you all this way? I haven’t seen your face around and I’m sure no one would come all this way for a mere shopping trip; we’re too close to the coast. What is your affiliation?”
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 9:36 pm
Having been set on the table, Cyril immediately took a seat beside his fellow plagues, cross-legged on the wooden surface, leaning his head on one hand and nodding as the others spoke. He seemed truly fascinated by their words, with no artifice in his expression or manner. The large smile he wore barely left his face as he watched the brush speak, even though what she spoke of was clearly a moment of trauma for her. He could not help but see the bright side -- that she was fine, and that she had made a fine friend out of her ordeal. What luck, what chance! He turned to the cat and widened his grin. "I see that she is! You must feel quite fortunate, Miss Blaithe, for having such brave and agreeable companionship."
Cyril nodded to Blaithe, inclining to the side to better see the other plague around Hero's side, as though the phasmas was playing coy with him. His bright eyes tightened at the corners, and his ghostly grin took on a feeling of fondness. When he finally saw her face, he winked. "Are you too cold to come out? I have barely seen you, and your colors are so vibrant I cannot help but wish to see them better. But I shall understand, of course, if you would rather stay in warmth than humour a new acquaintance."
Darius, meanwhile, took his own seat, his large form obstructing the view of the plagues to anyone just entering the tent. He watched the miniatures as they spoke for a brief moment, then turned his light eyes back to Jin-Ho. His brows came together.
"... affiliation?" Darius repeated, as though he had no knowledge of what the man meant. He looked down to Cyril momentarily, and then spoke again. "We are traveling with a friend, a mage woman. I am helping her reach Anica. You are from Imisus, then?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:51 am
The feline couldn’t help but preen himself to the compliments, his arms crossed as he puffed his chest out every so subtly. ”On the contrary… I am the one with luck. I could not have served a better ‘master.’” However, upon Cyril’s coaxing, Hero could feel his lips tug downward into a frown, but held his composure as best as he could as to not offend. His suspicion and jealousy rose to such high levels, compared only to a certain other bladed Plague.
”O-oh, it isn’t that…” she stuttered, rather embarrassed of her companion and her own conduct. Using Hero’s back to stand (to which he readily obliged), she crawled over his lap and took her place between the two; her small stature making it easier for the three of them all to be in sight of each other. ”I apologize…” While she didn’t feel courageous enough to explain her apprehension, she also couldn’t quite put her finger on it. His similarity to Sloane was breathtaking, but Cyril smelled of death far more than the sword. Perhaps because he was, for the time being, pure Chaos in terms of alignment. Neglecting that single detail, however, it was uncanny.
Had Hero a set of eyes, they would have rolled at Cyril’s ‘charming’ ways.
Jin-Ho nodded, ”I am born of Imisus, but I have served time in the very capital you speak of. I am also affiliated with the Fellowship.” His eyes drifted to the colorful scene beside them before flagging down the tent’s wench, ordering soup for the two of them. ”Be careful, however. We cannot discuss important details in public. We are not in safe times.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 10:52 am
"There now, now I can see the brilliance of your color -- my goodness! Darius! Darius, do you see this beauty?" Cyril called up to his Grimm cheerily, twining his fingers together as he looked at Blaithe, his bright smile trembling as it attempted to grow further. In a moment, however, he remembered himself and held up a long ghostly finger, unhooking his cloak and reaching forward to tuck it around the paintbrush. "There! Now we can speak as long as we like without your catching cold!"
The dagger had no idea whom Blaithe was comparing him to, no idea that there was some brother in sharpness lingering somewhere in the world. Had he known, he would have pressed Blaithe for details, gleeful in that knowledge.
Darius ticked his eyes downward as Cyril called him, although a faint frown tugged at his eyebrows at the interruption. Luckily, his companion had just then been ordering soup, and so Darius checked his impulse to offer an apology at Cyril's cheery exuberance. He nodded at Blaithe and offered a compliment, in his low and rumbling voice: "Quite fetching."
He turned back to Jin-Ho, the frown clearing into his neutral expression. The too-bright eyes studied the man for a long moment, and his reply took a moment to leave his lips, as though it was necessary to summon the words from elsewhere.
"Indeed," he said at last. "Do you find it... difficult, to travel with such cargo?" He dipped his eyes down to the trio, just a flick of his gaze, to indicate his meaning.
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Posted: Fri Jul 05, 2013 2:40 pm
Glowing just a bit brighter, Blaithe nearly held a pinkish hue as she did her best to subdue her smile and as soon as the cloak was wrapped around her tiny form she was surrounded by his scent. Almost lost in her own mind, she gave a small giggle in response. ”Thank you, Cyril…” she said, her voice light, sounding much more at ease than before.
Hero could have scoffed, holding it in as he looked away and rested his chin in his palm. This was displeasing in many ways and now he was that much closer to his scent. He had noticed the similarities as well, almost putting Cyril on a lower pedestal than most others he would meet, though he accepted Darius’ compliment as if it was for him.
Blaithe, of course, could only glow brighter.
Before Jin Ho quite understood his gaze followed, resting on the three for just a moment before a smile tried to tug at the corners of his lips. He held them tight, however, eyes softening as he couldn’t look away. ”It’s much easier now that I don’t travel. Shopping trips are it, mostly.” he stated, finally returning his attention fully on Darius. ”Travel was difficult at the time regardless. I was recovering from my… incident,” he said, nodding subtly toward his missing arm, covered by the half-cape draped over his shoulder. ”It is dangerous for Grimms, but… far more dangerous for Plagues running solo.”
Could it be that Darius felt burdened? Jin Ho could indeed sympathize, though once upon a time he would have been more empathetic. Now, after some time, wounds had healed and he and Blaithe were closer than they had been – something he wouldn’t trade for the world. Was this man troubled by his Caedos?
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 9:34 pm
Cyril tittered, drumming his smokey fingers together, looking rather pleased at himself and the general situation. Blaithe was absolutely swallowed by the darkness of his cloak, a single solitary point of light and color in a sea of velvet. How terribly beautiful he found her! How stupendous and delightful she and her companion were, even if the cat seemed to be predisposed to a scowl -- no matter, it made him look fetching and feral in rather an endearing way.
The thoughts ran through Cyril's mind as suddenly a bowl of soup was set down near them, the heat from the bowls radiating onto the table. It made the scene even more homey and comfortable, in the Caedos' mind.
"How very comfortable we are now!" he sighed in a sort of dreamy happiness. "Warm and in such very glad company, do you not think? Tell me, Blaithe -- anything that you please, really. I am quite so very taken with your voice."
He leaned slightly forward, placing his head in his hands.
The Grimm, meanwhile, remained a difficult read, although there was something in his bearing that seemed incongruous with the feeling of burden. He did not look at his Caedos with disapproval or discomfort, but rather in the same way he looked at everything, as though it were all normal. All supposed to be there.
The tall man drew in a breath, leaning over the soup and blowing on the spoon, offering the first bite down to Cyril. "A dangerous time for everyone," he said, nodding at Jin-Ho. There was a sort of respect that flickered across Darius' eyes, an acknowledgement of the other man's sacrifice, as he spoke.
The plague straightened, dipping a ghostly finger into the broth, and taking a sip. Cyril's white-eyes slit into happy crescents, nearly disappearing from his face. "Lovely! But where are my manners? Blaithe, Hero -- can I offer you some?"
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