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 Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 7:52 pm
 The tome before you belongs to Eight and Keaira. There is a seal surrounding the book, one that allows you to leaf through the pages but prevents you from adding anything. The enchantment is strong and cannot be broken so easily, if at all. So just sit back and enjoy the Tall Tale that is unfolding before you. You can visit the Stationery Store to find out how you can write your own Tall Tale.
About Keaira
Written on: 08-19-06
Author: Eight
Gender: Female
Age: Embellished Tale
Favorite Tale: Unknown
Least Favorite Tale: Unknown
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:12 pm
 I. Tall Tales Official Post
II. Table of Contents
III. Prologue
IV. Timeline
V. Our Protagonist
VI. The Author
VII. The Minor Characters
VIII. Setting
IX. Allies
X. Antagonists
XI. Her trinkets
XII. Captured moments
XIII. Unknown
XIV. Unknown
XV. Conclusion
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:13 pm
How long has it been since Linneas was able to talk to a fellow Tale? Other than Aido, whom Linneas had seen just a few weeks ago, the red-head had become quite antisocial. No, antisocial wasn't the correct term, he had just been so busy adjusting to life as a parent. Though somehow, he doubted he was the handful his 'daughter' was at the moment.
Linneas was at the kitchen table, nursing his cup of coffee. He had begun to drink the stuff to help stay awake, milk just didn't do anything anymore. And Huni wasn't much of a tea-drinker, thus they had little to no supply of tea leaves. At that time, Arya was still asleep, and Linneas was savoring the silence.It'd been awhile since Eight had left Gambino, and even longer since she had come to this particular shop. That was a bit of an...odd memory...she was almost afraid to go in the place! All she needed was a new journal since she'd misplaced her old one and felt the need to just have one in her presence.
Even if it did just collect dust on a shelf.
To be honest it was really just a waste of money, but what if she actually used it? Perhaps she would now. Enoh had told her it was a stationary store anyway, so they were sure to have a blank book she could use. After standing at the door for an entire minute deciding whether or not to go in or try another place, Eight finally grabbed the handle and opened the door, peeking inside before taking a step in. "Hello?" Wait..why was she acting like this was someone's house? ...Oh right, she didn't know where anything was. Help would be nice. The Tale half-winced, half-groaned at hearing someone's voice. He prayed he was only imagining things and would be able to go back to feeling sorry for himself. He stood up from the table and opened the kitchen door to peer out into the shop front. Sure enough, there was someone in the shop.
"Can I help you?" he asked, trying his best to hide the fatigue in his tone.Eight was a mother, she knew how a tired voice sounded. The woman smiled a little and ran her hand through her hair, looking around for a moment before she nodded. "Ah..yes. I'm looking for a new journal. My friend Enoh said I could probably find some here." Linneas seemed to perk slightly at the mention of Enoh, he knew he heard her name before but just wasn't sure where. She might have been an author, certainly not a Tale, else he'd remember the name from the roster. He will have to re-check the Tome to refresh himself.
"Ah, we do have some new journals in stock, but they're still in the storage room. Feel free to look around at our current selections." Linneas smiled and gestured to the shelves where journals, notebooks and various pads of paper were displayed. "I'll be right back."
As soon as the teen disappeared back into the kitchen (which leads to the storage room), a soft melody began to play. It was mellow, interesting and alluring to whoever listened to it."Alright! Thank you very much." Eight nodded her head and looked over to the shelf with what she was looking for, clapping her hands under her chin. "Perfect!" Unless the boy found something even more perfect for her when he left to get the new journals. The woman walked over to the shelf and picked up one of the journals, inspecting it quietly.
The music certainly caught her by surprise. She blinked and perked up her headwings like they were extra ears, putting down the journal and picking up a new one. Had the boy turned on a radio? The melody was soft, almost muffled, as it continued to filter into the shop front. There were no speakers, no radios, not even headphones blasting at full volume. No, the source had to be elsewhere.
The kitchen? Perhaps, but if one were to draw closer to the room, the music fades away. An indication of some sort?
Is it coming from upstairs? Doubtful, as the only sounds emanating from the stairs were snores, particularly those of a red-haired woman.
The Study, then?The half demon was still looking around the shop for the source of the music, searching for signs of the same system she had at home so she could listen to music throughout the entire house. Weird...there was nothing! Maybe someone had a CD player on in another room with tiny speakers. She gave it all a good once over before spotting a door that hadn't been there just a second ago.
"...Well this is interesting..." Eight put the journal back on its shelf, walking across the room to stand closer to the door. Was the music coming from in here? How strange. The door that leads to the Study has always been there, oh yes it has, although not everyone notices it immediately. For one reason or another (perhaps to tease people), some were instantly drawn to it but were unable to venture through the wooden portal.
In Eight's case, the mere instance she touches the knob (or any portion of the door for that matter) the music changes in tone. It becomes chilling, haunting, and irresistable. It is evident that the music and the Study were connected somehow, and the catalyst was the woman standing inside the shop.Eight did touch the doorknob to see if she could turn it at all or at least pull the door open. She wanted to know what that music was coming from! Blinking when the music suddenly changed, Eight pressed an ear to the door with the most confused look on her face. That was odd...there must have been someone in there...watching her!
She squinted her eyes and looked around for a moment to look for cameras of some kind (Looking for the red-headed boy from before at the time time) before she turned her attention to the door again. This would be twice now she'd come and something peculiar had happened! The door opened, and a gush of a warm, summer breeze greeted Eight. The Study was definately the source of the music, attested by the clarity of its melody. There still didn't seem to be any logical source for the music, maybe there was something inside? At the far, far end of the room where a writing table stood atop a bearskin rug.The rush of air caused Eight to gasp, looking around again and taking a step into the room. Once she was in the room and next to the rug she gave the room a quick scan. If she didn't spot anything that looked like it'd produce music she'd just turn around and begin to walk out of the room. She didn't even consider checking the table on the rug. The music swelled to a deafening volume, so much so that the door's supposedly audible slamming would go unnoticed. To accompany the music, the solitary bulb began to flicker in a valient mimicry of a strobe light. How long the music continued to blast from its unknown source it was uncertain, seconds? Minutes? It all suddenly came to a halt when the light burned out.
In the split-seconds before the bulb sparked anew, a cloaked figure had somehow appeared. Seated behind the desk, the figure was idly stroking the spine of the Tome.Oh dear...that couldn't be good. Eight frowned and chewed at her bottom lip, rushing over to the door and jiggling the handle a bit. "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She stepped away from the door, rubbing at her eyes when the light began flashing. This was too weird for her! She'd completely forgotten everything Enoh had told her about when she found Vidya.
Eight clasped her hands in front of her and turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of the cloaked figure. Oh s**t...that was just like the one from before. "Uh...hi! Er..." She looked down at the Tome and then back at the figure, taking a very hesitant step closer to it. "Wh-what's that?" A book, Eight! Duh! The figure said nothing, only gesturing that Eight come closer to inspect the Tome. There had been a reason that she was here, this time under different circumstances. The figure flipped the Tome open, purposely stopping at a page and began tapping impatiently.The figure shrugged and began to shrink? Well, yes, it did shrink but it was also taking on a different form. It condensed and began to move into itself until it fell onto the spine of the Tome in its new form.
A pen.
In the span of time it took for the figure to shift its shape, words had appeared on the formerly blank page.
Why did you leave me? What the hell? A shrug?! It didn't have a pen? What kind of-- "Hey! Wait a second! Where're you going!" Eight was too busy trying to call back the figure to notice the words appearing on the page, but she did shut right up when she saw she now had a pen. Well that was handy.
Eight picked the pen up off the table and turned back to the book to find it now had words! How odd. The questionmark rung bells in her head, however. A question...in a tome in a weird study. Where had she heard about a place like this before? Eight shrugged, tapping at her chin with the pen as she stared thoughtfully at the question. Why did you leave me? Had she left someone? She knew she'd been abandoned, but she didn't remember abandoning anyone else.
Actually, now that she thought about it, this was the very question she'd been wanting to ask her mother. But what would that woman say? Something crazy! Something philosophical! Something...unexpected. A gentle smile spread across Eight's lips at the thought that came to mind, reaching down to write her answer. Because I loved you. There! Unexpected and very fit to be an answer her mother would give. Music began to play once again, sad, soulfull, mourning. A strong wind began to blow, and like the music there was no apparent source. The pages began to flip, back and forth, back and forth in time with the music's rhythm and the blowing of the wind.
Something began to tickle Eight's cheek, something soft, and lacy? If she turns to see what it is, there would be nothing but soft giggles. If her hand tries to catch the culprit, her fingers will merely brush against the fringes of cloth and nothing more.
This little game of hide-and-seek will not last long, once the music stops like a game of musical chairs, whoever (or whatever it is) will seek an appropriate place to seat themselves. And the closest surface is the writing table. Eight dropped the pen and covered her head when the wind began to blow, closing her eyes tightly. The music was so sad, why was it like this? Was it because the question was a depressing one? The woman gasped and stood up straight again, putting a hand on her cheek while she turned around to find the one giggling. That sounded like a little girl...
She didn't dare move from her spot with the insane commotion going on with the music and the wind, but when it finally stopped she took a step back. Her back was to the table so she didn't know there was a little girl behind her until she bumped into her knee. Gasping once again Eight jumped in the air and turned to face whoever she'd bumped into. "AH! I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO IT I--" Wait a second...
It was just a little girl sitting on the table!
The little girl giggled merrily, kicking her legs back and forth over the edge of the table as she stared up at the strange and loud lady standing in front of her. Haha! She'd scared her! Maybe she could do it again! For what seemed to be hours Eight just stood there and stared, wide eyed, at the girl in front of her. The girl stared right back, smiling sweetly. "Uh...hi..."
"Hiiiii." The girl repeated, giggling and waving an arm up in the air as if Eight was standing a mile away, her little black wings flapping behind her.
"Hi..." ...Now what? The Study door creaked open, revealing Linneas in the doorway. He was holding a few journals in his hands and did not look all that surprised that Eight was inside, nor did he bat an eye at the little girl.
"Would any of these interest you?"The door opening startled Eight to say the least, she jumped again and spun on her heel to face the door. The little girl was still sitting on the table and kicking her legs back and forth. "Oh...um...that one looks nice..." She said, pointing at one of the journals the boy was holding. The winged girl giggled again and held up her arms, the universal body language for 'hold me.' Eight picked the girl up and rest her comfortably on her hip, tucking the purple hair behind her ear before she turned back to Linneas. "This...happens a lot...?" Linneas nodded at both the selection and as answer to Eight's question. "I'm Linneas, by the way. And you are now an Author of a Tale. Don't forget her Tome." he gestured to the small tome lying behind the younger Tale. It was dark violet in color, and embossed in gold leaf were the words "Keaira by Eight". "I'll have this wrapped up in a jiffy, also hope you don't mind my asking but is Enoh an Author too?""I'm Eight, it's nice to meet you." Eight turned to the tome that was still sitting on the table, bending her knees a little so the little girl could pick it up. "Keaira? That's a lovely name.." Keaira smiled and nodded her head over enthusiastically, pointing at the tome and then at herself. Eight's headwings perked when Linneas asked about Enoh. "Vidya's."
Keaira's mouth was in the shape of an 'o' by now, looking around at everything in the study. This was cool! Where were they? Who was that? What was a Linneas? Her little wings fluttered once again as she looked from Eight to Linneas and the back at Eight, reaching up for the thingies on her head. Eight didn't notice for a moment, then she tilted her head to the side to leat Keaira touch the wings. The young man proceeded to write a receipt and wrap up the journal, oh so she was Vidya's guardian's friend. He wondered if the other authors were telling their friends about the Study, and if they were did their friends visit here expecting a Tale of their own?
"Here you go, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I don't know when Mom will let me get a new cellphone though, so it would be best you come here. Or you can ask your friend or any of the other Authors."Eight nodded a little, twitching the wing that Keaira was currently petting. "Alright. I don't think I know any other Authors though..." She sort of knew Nio, but only because he was Enoh's husband, Alex's uncle and Alania's brother so that didn't count. It's not like people walked around with a label on them.
"Awsur..." Keaira pointed at the Linneas, looking up at Eight with a curious look. Eight smiled and playfully tapped the little girl's nose. "Hiiiiii!" She waved her arm like she had before when she'd said Hi to the furry-tailed lady, looking confused when Eight lowered her arm so only her hand was waving to Linneas. Linneas smiled and gave the journal to Kea, "Come visit anytime, my little girl should play with someone dressed as prettily as you." He meant it, Arya refused to dress up, she always managed to find a way to turn skirts into shorts and poofy blouses into plain shirts.
As if on cue, a voice rang from upstairs. "ITAAAAAAAAAY!!!!" followed by loud footsteps as a little girl, probably no older than Kea bounded down into the shop front. Without so much as batting an eye, the Passenger launched herself at Linneas' legs. "Park! Play! Yes?" she giggled before noticing the two new people.
Narrowing a violet eye at the other little girl, Arya frowned in disapproval at what Kea was dressed in."Pri'eh?" Kea blinked. What did that mean? Was it a good thing? She looked up at Eight, blinking a few more times and clutching the new journal and her tome against her chest. "Play! Play!" She bounced up and down on Eight's hip, giggling brightly as the woman made funny noises. Both Eight and Kea looked down at the new little girl and waved. Eight looked at her watch and gasped, hitching Kea up so she was sitting more comfortably on her shoulder.
"Ack! Been here longer than I thought! It was a pleasure to meet you, Linneas. I'll be sure to bring Keaira around to play sometime!" Leaving the money she owed, Kea and Eight waved and walked out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:14 pm
12-12-07 Kea grew into a pretty embellished! They grow up so fast. crying 7-16-07 Oh hey look...Kea can do more shapeshifting! Cool! 6-16-07 Vidya stops by for a visit and meets Kea while she's here. 11-19-06 Kea meets Fai at the marketplace. 8-18-06 Whoa! Kid out of a book! Awww. Isn't she just adorable! Kea meets Tybalt too! ...Damnit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:16 pm
 Name: Keaira [Key-AIR-ah]Name origin and meaning: Celtic/Gaelic; little dark one Nickname(s): Kea Font color: PurpleAge: Embellished (Looks about 13) Birthday: August 18, 2006 Natural Eye color: Left - Ultramarine Violet, Right - Silver Natural Hair color: Black with single strip of purple from the root in the front to the tip. Family: Eight (Author), Eight's charges Special abilities: Minor shapeshifting abilities – Can currently change hair color and style, eye color and the colors of her tails. Distinguishing features: Black feathered wings, two tails. Personality: She's generally quite sweet and seemingly 'innocent.' Kea's inner-succubus (As Eight and Delora 'affectionately' like to call it) subconsciously likes to force the little girl to say things that tend to have a double meaning and is really quite awkward for all. She'll say and do anything that pleases those she's in the company of (Princess Elena for example). Likes: Lace, frilly things, black, purple, feathers, love, affection. Dislikes: Fighting, too much 'kissy face'...crumbled up cookies. Dear DiaryWednesday, November 19, 2008 Catching Up
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:18 pm
  Name: Penelope Bailey Jenkins
Alias: Eight
Font Color: Firebrick
Age: 20
Birthday: December 8
Race: Demon (Succubus), half raccoon
Height: 5' 5.5"
Weight: 115
Eye Color: Silver
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Caucasian; tan
Marital: Engaged to Alex Love
Family:1 older cousin, Desdemona ('Guardian')
A ton of adopted children
Mother, Desdemona (Missing)
Weapon of Choice: Fangs (Usually wears caps over them)
Fire whip
Special Abilities: Unknown
Distinguishing Features: Raccoon tail
Demon horns
Demon wings on her head
Personality: Hopeless optimistic. Passionate. Crazy. Silly. Loyal. Dramatic. Difficult. Flexible (Take that as you will). These are some of the many ways to describe Eight, probably one of the most...colorful people you'll ever meet. Her wardrobe doesn't account for her personality, consisting of mainly reds, black and other dark colors, but you'd never know she was raised by a Succubus just by talking to her. Some see her different sides more than others, but damn can she be clingy sometimes. This little girl loves eating almost as much as she loves the love of her life, and her ever growing family; she's just too kind for her own good! She once wanted to be an angsty musician, but it's amazing what can change a person's mind...Eight certainly never saw herself as a girly girl like she sort of is now.
History: She never met her father, and grew up with her mother in Durem. When Penny was a few months old she met her older cousin, Delora, and her aunt, Aria, taking an immediate mutual dislike towards Delora; unfortunately life doesn't always go as we wish it to, for despite how much Penelope complained about it she and Delora were stuck seeing each other over and over and over again. Her life was 'normal' as far as life with a demon for a mother goes, being taught how to properly use almost anything she's given as a weapon (including her own body) since Desdemona would always tell her how they would one day return to Hell together.
Yeah. Not going to happen.
Her best friend as a child was Ioyla, a girl who lived in Aekea all the way on the other side of Gaia, Penny's position was pretty much the sane one. At fifteen her mother disappeared at random with only a message from Delora that she was to be Penny's new guardian until Desdemona decided to return, and taking up the alias 'Eight' with which she currently answers to now. Why she picked Eight of all names is unknown to everyone but herself.
She currently lives in Gambino with her adopted children and pets, happily dating her best friend's son (happily being an understatement, of course), and losing a little bit of her mind every day! ...Figuratively, I swear.
Likes: Alex, her family and friends, singing, guitar, piano, acting, chocolate, black, red, silver, and white , watching the stars, cuddling, hugging, kissing, movies (Thriller, romance, comedy, horror), books, candles, roses, raccoons, bats, cats, dogs, animals in general, Alex and chocolate together, ribbons, listening to/watching rain, snow, whips, cookies, cake, cupcakes, candy, pretending to make a big deal out of something small, parties, eating, sleeping, Vanilla (in food, candles, body spray...anything vanilla~!).
Dislikes: Her cousin Delora, liars, being called short, losing touch with friends, broken bonds, walking into a room and forgetting why, coffee, pink, horrible odors, sleazy men, breaking a guitar string, getting lost, slence, not knowing things, being abandoned, jazz music, Gregorian Chant (It's creepy, damnit!), awkward moments, how clumsy she can really be, pain, blood, bugs
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:21 pm
 A message from your local Light Sylph, Suki! There are too many pets and siblings to put them all in this post now! The page would scroll too much! So instead we've provided you with a link to see allllll of Eight's pets and other family members of the house! Click here!
Although there're some super important people down below! Don't forget them!
Name: Alex
Font Color: Brown
Age: Eight really has no idea nowadays
Race: Cabbit/Kitsune
Eye color: Amber
Hair color: Brown
Family: Alania Love (Mother), Nio Love (Uncle), Raiden Love (Father)
Relation: Eight's fiance (Daddy!)
Status: Living with the family.
Special Abilities: Flying
Distinguishing Features: Big purple wings, purple fox-like ears, fluffy orange tail.
Name: Desdemona
Font Color: Ultramarine Violet
Age: Unknown
Race: Succubus (Demon)
Eye color: Purple
Hair color: Red
Family: Penelope "Eight" Jenkins (Daughter), Aria (Sister), Delora (Niece), Kaipo (Ex-husband)
Relation: Eight's mother
Status: Missing
Weapons of choice: Fangs, whips, swords
Special Abilities: Strength, dream manipulation, shapeshifting.
Distinguishing Features: Horns, wings, headwings, pointed tail.
Name: Delora
Font Color: Red
Age: Unknown, claims to be 20.
Race: Demon
Eye color: Red
Hair color: Black
Family: Penelope "Eight" Jenkins ('Half breed cousin'), Desdemona (Aunt, Missing), Aria (Mother)
Relation: Eight's cousin
Status: Eight's silent and invisible bodyguard, lives in attic.
Weapons of choice: Swords, daggers, chains...torture, basically.
Special Abilities: Unknown
Distinguishing Features: Black feathered wings
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:29 pm
 Yes, it's in the attic, but she begged to have her bedroom move up there so...honestly? You try saying no to the little girl who's giving you puppy dog eyes and begging desperately to have the attic as her bedroom. All in all it sounds like a cool idea in the end, it's like she has her own loft or something. It's a pretty cool setup she's got up there...wish she'd get some curtains though...
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:31 pm
 - Linneas is the first Tale Kea ever met, albeit it was a very short meeting. He was there the day she was written, and he told Eight she could visit anytime if she had questions so he'll probably see Eight and Kea a few times. - Eight doesn't really consider this guy a friend but Kea does. She thinks he's cool since he looks like a bird and stuff. This damn turkey is responsible for any...rude remarks Kea may make in the future. - Still in the process of meeting Fai~ - Still in the process of metting Vidya~ - Adonis is the son of Nio, Alex's uncle, who is married to Enoh, Vidya's mother, soooo that makes him one of Kea's cousins! Just like Vidya! However, the two only met recently when they spotted each other on a trip to find a dress for her parents' wedding. She was immediately drawn by how shiney and handsome he was, maybe they'll get along like buds! That's what Kea hopes at least. - This is Armel, and Kea met him in an interesting way. Shauna taught her how easy it is to sneak out of the house at night so Kea put it to the test and decided to hang out in Durem. She spotted this boy and followed him to a creepy street and a creepy store owned by Mama Vivisali. After an interesting first impression Armel gained her trust and...she got a job from Mama? What?
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:32 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:36 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:38 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 8:39 pm
Tall Tales © Huni Pi and Syrie
Keaira's concept © Eight (Myself)
Keaira's art © Lowell (Simple Truth) and StreyCat
Banners © Pales
Everything else © Their respective owners
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