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 Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2020 9:24 am
Quote: Midnight is a magical time of night; parties, dancing, kisses--there are a number of rituals celebrated in the winter nights. Every night as a midnight, but this one is special. There is an old church with an older bell tower on the quiet outskirts of town near a beautiful forest that has been decorated with lights to celebrate the season. Maybe you are alone, maybe you are with friends, or maybe you’re at a party celebrating one of the many events--whatever the case, small, delicate snowflakes have been falling lightly for the past hour. And then--suddenly--they stop. The clock strikes midnight and the bell echoes a low, metallic chime that feels like it can be heard for miles. By the second chime, you realize that nothing else is moving. Snowflakes are suspended in the air and all living creatures--plants, animals, and people alike--are completely frozen. The clock chimes twelve times and the world is still frozen. Suddenly, there’s no way to tell how much time has passed--but nothing moves. Maybe it feels like a moment, maybe it feels like an hour. You can try to leave the area but you can never go far enough that the church is out of sight. In an instant, time seems to snap back into motion. To everyone else, it feels like no time has passed. To you, you know. The church seems eerie and foreboding and if you return you feel uncomfortable, as though you have broken something and are unwelcome. If roleplaying with a partner, multiple characters can remain unfrozen as the world around them freezes
He had come to this place because he wanted to be out and around humans. He wanted to somehow dream that he was more involved in their lives and as such, could let their loveliness and sense of perfect belonging deep into him like an intoxicating drink.
But the crowds were right and after trying out a drink he didn't like, he went for a walk. His ears were pinned under his beanie and he pulled the blue scarf closer to his face. He'd gotten fashion down enough. Tail tucked. Jeans. Boots. Cream sweater with a black peacoat and gloves. He was warm physically but felt as cold and dark as the approaching forest. The lovely noises died out and the glow dwindled to the glow of firelights strung about the trees.
Here was a old church unusually quiet and dark despite the religious holiday. Breathing out, he watched his voice rise out as he went to see if he could look inside.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:28 pm
Just a few days remained before Lavendulan and Wolframite were set to leave on their mini-vacation… staycation… in all honesty, she really wasn’t sure what to call it. Destiny City was technically their home just as much as the Dark Kingdom was it not? Nonetheless, as she counted down the days before their departure, the time between the here and now and time to leave seemed like it was passing at a snail pace. Everything had already been packed including the presents she had bought for him as well as the extra set of more… fancier nightwear should an opportunity present itself. All she could do to make time go by quicker was to either go out on patrol or rearrange the bedroom again which would probably irritate him to come back to find that the bed had been rotated and the desk was against the other wall. “Ugh…” she mused her hair in frustration, “I’m going stir-crazy!” Her quota had already been met, at least to cover the week to week and a half they would be gone. But she wasn’t quite ready to go home yet to just sit on her butt twiddling her thumbs hoping that something would come up to amuse her other than sleep. While wandering, Laven, without noticing it, walked along the outskirts of town along the edge of a forest that would have likely been considered beautiful if she bothered to look up and take a moment to enjoy the winter scenery. However, while looking down, she stepped into a set of footprints that were larger than her own. Snow fell around her in a hushed whispered when she caught sight of someone up ahead, their form silhouetted by light in front of them. She followed for a time until he paused in front of an old church, devoid of any holiday decorations. Pausing a short distance away, Laven watched him as he wandered the perimeter looking for a way inside.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2020 6:14 am
With his medallion, he knew they couldn't sense him. For that, he relaxed in knowing he would just be a normal person to them. But his flaw in thinking was that even people were at risk, especially ones alone.
If he was drained, they would know what he was. There would be no doubt about that. Enough energy pulled out would render him back to his most basic form. The only tricks he had were his beam and his mouth.
The church was locked and he moved to the front steps, sensing the figure. In the wide expanse of sidewalk, trees, and Christmas lights, it wasn't hard to spot movement. Standing, he tucked his hands into pocket to warm them and watched his breath rise. If he had to shift, he was sure there might be a place for him to run and hide. The saving grace of a white cat was that it was easier to blend in the snow.
Hopefully it wouldn't come down to that.
"Lovely evening we're having." He called out into the silent open.
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2020 2:14 am
Like a deer caught in the headlight of a speeding vehicle, Lavendulan’s body froze to the point that she even held her breath. Careless is what she was, absently following some human thinking he wouldn’t notice or hear her as long as she kept a fair amount of distance between them. Yet his attention was undoubtedly upon her, a quick glance over her shoulder proved this to be true. “I suppose,” She replied, trying not to sound alarmed. “The church is closed for the night,” or perhaps the congregation was out caroling together. “What brings you out here this late?” Laven asked as she opened her subspace pocket and pulled out her tablet to check the time. Almost midnight… how did it get so late already? It felt like 10 PM at the latest. Hopefully he had the sense to stay away, otherwise, she worried he might run away like the others screaming nonsense about a monster. Maybe she could quickly don her glamour and he wouldn't notice her horns? Something worth considering before you get caught...not sometime after when their eyes are most definitely on her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2020 8:13 pm
He smiled and stayed there, stepping out a moment later more into the lights before the church to stand there. It was a open area aside from the church at his back. He could outrun a human most days, but he really didn't want to do that kind of sprinting. Talking was always the better option.
"Going for a walk and was attracted to the Christmas lights. Then just went this way due to that general holiday magic in the air that leads you around sometimes. Doesn't that sometimes get you around this time of year?" He called to her, not having to yell so much as it was eerie silent and the snow seemed to take all the noise away aside from the soft of falling snow.
"Tis the season for well wishes and nice conversations, don't you think?" And not murder - at least he hoped not.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2020 8:09 pm
He’s not wrong… the magic of the holidays did move her in ways that she couldn’t explain, at least it used to before her brother passed away. “It would definitely be a nice change of pace,” she agreed. However, those conversations would perhaps be nicer if they spoke at a distance. The way he said magic though made it seem like he knew that this place was more than what it seemed and if she had her doubts about how ordinary the church appeared then those assumptions were quickly dashed when the clock struck twelve and the bells began to chime. It may be cold outside but it seemed that time itself had frozen. Small snowflakes were left suspended in the air as did her last breath when she spoke. “Curious…” Laven tapped one of the flakes with a pointed claw. It moved slightly to the side but did not fall or reanimate.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2020 8:48 pm
The sound of his footfalls didn't even seem to carry far as he went down the church steps, moving slowly closer to her, and looked about. The snow stayed still and quiet in their place like suspended soft stars, and he reached his hand out, splayed wide into the air, to let his fingers collect them as he moved.
"Now that is a nice little show. Hopefully a kind and peaceful one." Though he hoped he wasn't lost to time now. "I don't think we need any violence out of the blue on a night like tonight, don't you think?" He offered, moving closer and reading her just in case she disliked him getting too close to her proximity.
"Do you mind if we just talk? Person of another world and this one - to another?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 5:39 pm
“I uh…” Laven could feel the panic rising when he moved closer and in response she retreated backwards a few steps. Snowflakes hung in the air like vales of delicate beads strung together with an invisible string and they moved around her as she walked through them. “Talking’s fine, just…” absently her hand reached up to touch her horns and for the first time in a while she wished more than anything that her uniform had a hood or that she could find cover somewhere to switch to her glamoured form. But it wasn’t worth the risk of revealing her identity to someone that might not have anything to do with this war, or worse, have affiliates on the other side of it. “It’s… it’s probably best we talk at a distance, please. You won’t like what you see if you get too close and I’d hate to ruin your night because of it.” Her appearance was more suited for Halloween where people dressed up in obscure outfits so she could fit right in, not holiday seasons like this.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 5:49 pm
He raised his hands up slightly to show he meant no ill will for approaching. "If you mean to attack, then I will give you your distance. But I'm hardly one to care about apperances when I have mine changed for the occasion." He pulled off his hat, running a hand through his hair to sort the bluish-white strands from sticking to his perked, cat ears. Reaching back, he looked to be adjusting a wedgie before a large, white tail was pulled out from behind him free from where he had looped it around him.
"Much better. It aches when I have to strap it in place. I could go fully into looking like a cat if you feel more comfortable that way." He said, tucking the hat into his pocket and wiping off his glasses before putting them back on his nose.
"The name is Arthur. Mauvian. It's a pleasure to meet a member of the Negaverse - if you should keep it a pleasure. I don't like having to run away for my own life if I can avoid it. It's very nice out tonight." He said, and he ran his hand through the snow to collect the little flakes before looking at his hand and, casually, licking his mitten. "Funny weather though. I wonder who caused it."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 6:11 pm
Thank god she didn’t have ears like Wolframite otherwise they’d be swiveling atop her head like a curious kitten as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Instead she blinked several times at the unexpected transformation which was an odd way to explain what he just did since she didn’t sense any sort of aura radiating from him. Nonetheless, he had her attention and she remained intrigued. “I don’t know,” Laven replied absently. Stepping out from under the tree she approached him cautiously. “I’m confused,” she confessed. “I thought mauvians were like little cats.” She held her hands out as a size estimate. “Not…” she paused, with lips pursed she tilted her head to the side as she instead simply gestured to him since words to describe him just were not coming to her at the moment. “Like me… I guess.” However, she was far from fluffy or soft and didn’t have the cute triangle ears that he, and Wolframite, both had. Unfortunately, she had never really crossed paths with a mauvian before. But at least she knew OF them but that was as far as her knowledge went, it wasn’t like they frequented the Dark Kingdom very much and that was where she spent most of her time.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 6:31 pm
She came closer. Success! Her curiousity was peaked and as she came closer, his eyes dilated wide as he saw her in more detail. What a wonderous reveal! Was that what she was concerned about? She felt like any other officer, but the horns? A light tinge of color. Scales? He couldn't be sure still from this distance, but he wanted to get closer.
"Ah - well usually we look like cats. We aren't cats." He always wanted to make that clear. "Most of us remain in the form that takes the least amount of energy to maintain. If we were on Mau, I'm sure all of us would be in this form. It takes energy, and since we are away from our planet, it's not a supply we constantly have in hand. So I have a bit of time to look like this and then I have to look like a cat again. I use this time to enjoy life a bit. Talk to people who wouldn't talk to what looks like a cat. People tend to think you are crazy to talk to a cat and well -" He smiled at her. "They tend to think they are crazy to hear one talk back."
"With time and training, we can look like this. Usually you can sense us but, well, I have a little secret as to why I don't feel like a Mauvian right now." He said, placing a gloved finger against his lips. He wasn't about to tell the Negaverse about his medallion.
"May I ask -" He gestured at her horns. "Is that part of your uniform or was that what you were talking about? I've never seen any officer with horns."
I want to touch them.
"You have my interest."
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 7:06 pm
How intriguing. In a way, he really was like her… kind of. Where it took energy for her to hold a glamoured form it took energy for him to hold a more human form as well. At least in that regard they could share the same pains and inconveniences. Lavens eyes narrowed, but not in a menacing sort of way. Playful perhaps as it was in response to the mystery of his missing signature, a secret she may never be privy to but that was ok. When he turned the questions back on her she, again, seemed to shy away. “No,” Lavendulan reached up with claw tipped hands to touch the tips of her horns. “They’re not a part of my uniform.” It would be nice if that were the case, then she could take it off at the end of the night and not have to worry about puncturing holes in her pillows or accidentally jabbing Wolframite in the shoulder. She’d gotten better over the last few months but still, she felt bad when it happened. “I’m not like normal officers.” Her gaze wandered to an arbitrary spot on the horizon where all the snowflakes bled together into a wall of white. “I’m a half-youma…” Laven let the gravity of what she was linger for a moment before attempting to explain. “I use to be human, but that was a long time ago now. I wish I could say I asked for this but I didn’t know anything about the war at the time and I don’t think I’ll ever know who did this to me.”
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 7:15 pm
Retreat. That seemed to not be a good topic for her, and her tone confirmed as much.
"I'm sorry for being curious. I've never met anyone like you before. The only youma I have ever seen were the ones in your world for a short time when we invaded it, and the few that run about in the night. Though, I don't think that means you are not human. I mean, you said you were only half after all, and as far as I can remember, there are ways to reverse these things. As for me, I can fully say I'm not human, but that doesn't keep me from enjoying myself. I still feel and want to engage just as much as anyone else -though there are many hurdles involved with that." He said, trying to offer a comforting smile of concern.
"It's a shame someone did that to you without you asking for that choice. We can talk about anything else. I don't mean to pry." It wasn't his place after all, and he wasn't one to push on uncomfortable talk.
"Are you having a nice holiday so far, Miss?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 7:34 pm
Nodding her head in response to his question, she turned to him and offered a sincere smile. “Please, call me Laven.” There was no need to be so formal. “It’s fine, really. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy, I’m just kind of self conscious around new faces.” Laven tried to reassure him. “When people see someone like me or hear the word youma, they tend to go on attack mode and, like you, I’m not really interested in fighting.” She still remembered that young boy she’d ran into shortly after being conscripted into this war. So much hurt and pain for someone so young and she truly felt for him. That was the only time she had seen him and to this day she hoped her words got through. “As for the holidays, things have been going well for the most part. Making new memories while looking forward to spending some alone time with my boyfriend in the next few days.” It sounded kind of odd calling Wolframite her boyfriend, probably because they were nearing the end of their trial period and she wasn’t sure if this was something he still wanted to pursue after their vacation was over. “What about you? Any plans for the holidays?”
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2020 7:17 pm
"It must be hard. To be assumed to be like the youma we see every day. I always wondered about them, but it seems youma are some of the best kept secrets of the Negaverse. You are the first one I've really seen that could sit down and talk. Though I suppose there are many who would attack just for your side of the line." He shrugged.
"I tend to try and remind everyone we are still living, breathing, thinking beings on this planet. We all want to be here and live. Decisions and circumstance shouldn't be the life and death factor. Everyone has a chance to change." He said, and adjusted his scarf to get a little more warmth back. Skin was so much harder to maintain heat then fur.
"I have a meal planned to be picked up and going to watch some movies. Haven't managed to find anyone recently to share a holiday with aside from my young little kitten friend who lives with me. Though nowadays I'm not sure if he'll be off finding someone else to spend it with." He shrugged as he put his hands in his coat pockets.
He wondered - for just a moment - if she really didn't want to go against him.
"Can I ask you a question? Can I trust you to not hurt someone if I ask something?" He said, looking at her with a creasing brow, pleading in hopes she might be as kind as she first appeared - and not just a manipulator out to kill later. Buying time.
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