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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:11 pm
To Rule The World
::Setting::
City: Port Salvage (Similar to any fast pace city you can think of!)
Number of Role Players: 15 max
Spaces Available: 10/15
Plot
The year is 2304 and what had once been thought of as entertainment in story books has reared its head. It was during the 22nd century these things began to pop up; children that were born with special ‘magical’ powers. How it happened is still a mystery but there have been many hypothesis tossed around. Many of them based around a scientist called Loviski. Dr. Loviski lost his wife, after their second attempt at having a child even though they knew his wife could not have children. After her death, it was said he adopted a small group of children from around the world. And to prevent them from dying like his wife; he tampered with their D.N.A. Since this was against the law Dr. Loviski taught his children to hide their talents even while he encouraged them to develop them in the walls of their mansion. Many years passed and those children went on to marry and create families keeping the secret of their childhood until their children where born. That was when all hell broke loose.
One of the daughter’s of Dr. Loviski’s children was seen healing a bird. And while some people believe in such things as healing, this girl restored life to a bird that had been dead for days. It was then that the alarm was raised and people much like this girl was sought after for scientific research. Dr. Loviski’s ‘work’ became known world wide and many wished to study the children and learn how he was able to alter their D.N.A. but he burned his work and all evidence that claimed he had any part in these magical children.
In 2093 a law was passed, that said people with magical powers were no longer to be hunted or experimented on after a slew of killings, of these magical humans. They were released from the captivity and allowed to roam free in the world, only they were not considered humans but spinners. From extensive studies it has been said that Spinners are able to yield magical powers such as; controlling the elements, change into animals, read minds and all other things that have yet to be discovered or studied in depth.
Years, decades and a century passed since the creation of the first Spinners. And they have long become an accepted and feared part of the world.
Our story begins shortly after a big split amongst the Spinners. The majority of the Spinners lived within a metropolis where there was little to no hatred on their kid. It was a city they built themselves that suited their needs perfectly. A war was raged between the two leaders who happened to rule the city. One leader had become corrupt and thought that they should not be confined to one area. Darius Zux believed that since he and his kind were more powerful than the ordinary humans they should rule most of their continent and the other humans should be resigned to one specific area. He and his followers were trying to recruit others like themselves. Unfortunately for them, their leader was the lesser of the two and so many simply ignored them. Annuksa Gorbachova, was the opposing leader and she followed a code of peace that was established between the Humans and the Spinners. She realized the younger generation was becoming frustrated with their situation and they wanted to branch out into another city other areas, but she knew it also would cause a disturbance in the peace that was established between the two different beings that dwelt in the earth.
Darius then decided that to win over the other Spinners he would have to defeat Annuska and therein the war between the Spinners began. Ever Spinners known the positions the two leaders hold …and the choice of sides is their own. It is a war held between gangs, neighbors, co-workers and the like. But, everyone seems to be reluctant to say whose side they really are on. Deception is the name of the game, and it the games have only just begun.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:12 pm
Traditional Spinners
Annuska is seen as the leader for these Spinners. Most of what they own are hotels, restaurants, spas and various luxury commodities. They are a very elite group of people. Their chain of hotels and restaurants have been established for years, in and out of the city they live in.
Character List
Annuksa Gorbachova {Aiyanna Zohar Contiello}
Anya Nemcova {HollyxDolly}
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:16 pm
Rebellious Spinners
Darius is the leader for these rebels. Not born with a silver spoon in his mouth like many other spinners; he worked hard to pull himself up by the bootstraps so to speak. He owns many of the motels, nightclubs, strip clubs and casinos in the city. He hadn't made the money to expand out of the city just yet, but he is close to reaching that goal.
Character List
Darius Zux- {Needed}
Gabriel Denton- {Robert Harbour}
Yokir Tetun {HollyxDolly}
Evelyn Detijen{~Atora_Renae~}
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 5:17 pm
Plot Updates
A small fire was set to a candle factory owned by Annuska Gorbachova. It is one of many distribution that have been occurring to a number of her buildings. She has called a meeting deciding if it is a war Darius wants then it is a war she will give to him. Unlike Darius and the other rebels; she and those she lived with have trained and perfected their talents. They aren't wild but precise and they are promising retribution.
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 9:37 pm
The clicks of a keyboard sounded out against the beige and gray cubicle area like a storm. It was the ending stretch of the day, being minutes away from the end of work. Gabriel Denton finished typing up the final pieces of his report on the public human loss and injuries due to atomic warfare. He had been working on this report that had been ordered by the government. Usually, the statistics and graphical charts department didn't get such serious orders, but work was work. Besides, he had convinced his boss to let him work for four hours a day, due to his stressful 'condition', as his doctor's note described it. In truth, the note had been taken and forged from a stolen note from his doctor's prescription pad. His work had always gotten in his way, and he despised it. He suppressed a smile into a smirk. It was time to start what he loved.
Gabriel got up after telling the computer to shut down. He rose to a significant 6'2, and filled his frame out coming in at around 215 pounds. He put his Navy Blue jacket back on, double checking to make sure his arm slipped the built-in holster on the jacket's side. He buttoned up to the second button, carefully grabbed his black sun glasses from his desk, and walked towards the elevator. He gave the standard empty nods and smiles to co-workers; he knew just how many were the traditional, anti revolutionary feebs. Still, he had a nice job here, and had no desire to lose it. After a short elevator ride with an over-talkative over-weight woman and a stressed intern, he reached the first floor. He strode over to the parking garage entrance next to the main desk, barely pausing to rub his badge against the magnetic reader that signed him out.
He walked at full stride, now in the garage. His short brown hair bobbed slightly with the rushed pace. With his right hand, he massaged his forehead, smiling. As much as he hated his job, it was almost perfectly juxtaposed in the glee that he got for working for the Rebellion. Aside from the basic racketeering, there were the raids, that he had been a part of. That was why the company he worked had issued hand-guns and holsters, to protect them as they walked out of the building. A ridiculous idea, But Gabriel wouldn't complain. He neared his car, it was a well taken for car, but it was about ten years old in it's make. Any older or nicer might make it a bit too desirable for theft. He unlocked it with a small button on his key ring, and sidled in. He put the key in the ignition, but before turning it, he grabbed from the dash-board the final touch, his identifying fedora with an ace of clubs that had won him the hat.He smiled at himself in the mirror as he turned the key and took off for an important meeting that the rebels had asked him to attend.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 5:49 pm
Anya Nemcova
Is it hot in here, or is it just me? A troubled sigh came from a young woman in a bubbling hot jacuzzi, her thoughts clouded by annoyance. Her name was Anya Nemcova, and she was one of the elite, traditional spinners. She was in her apartment on the highest level of a hotel that was a part of Annuska Gorbachova's building chain. Her appartment was very casual, but in a very expensive looking way, and the wall opposite the door was a huge window that looked over the city. Stepping out of the jacuzzi, the water had completely stopped bubbling, she didn't even turn it off and it wasn't on to begin with. Anya's bare body was as dry as a bone, the same with her long, dirty blond hair. She slid her clothes on and walked into her bathroom, applying make-up to her eyes; mascara and gold, shimmery eye shadow, which was quite a pointless gesture, because she usually hid her eyes with a pair of sunglasses, for her eyes were the color of fire, and they often flickered like a flame, a strange sight to see. Walking into the kitchen area, Anya took out a mug and filled it with water. As she gripped it in her perfect, dainty hands the water began to boil, sending steam into the air. She sipped at it after adding the package of tea, sugar and milk. When she was finished, she walked out of the door and made her way to the parking garage. When she arrived at the garage, she easily found her sleek, black sportscar. But this car was a bit more advanced than the cars belonging to the other visitors of the hotel. She slid in and opened a compartment above the rear view mirror and took out her sunglasses, firmly placing them over her eyes. Anya placed a hand on the grid screen and let it scan, a robotic woman's voice accepted and Anya backed out of the spot. She stepped on the gas and was sent out onto the streets of Port Salvage. About ten minutes later, Anya had parked. She stepped out of her car and locked it, her straight bangs shielded her forehead as she raised a thin eyebrow at the people walking into the building. She entered the building where the traditional spinners were instructed to meet, and walked through the hallways. Her clothing was a bit revealing; She wore tight jeans that were rolled up to just underneath her knee, black boots, and a gold swimsuit-like top underneath an open, back jacket. She received glares from the passing spinners, but it wasn't because of her apparel. Since the burning of Annuska Gorbachova's buildings, there was suspicion that Anya was the cause, and had betrayed them by becoming one of the rebellion. Because of her ability of transferring heat and fire, it had easily made her a prime suspect, but Anya had fought back bitterly, and defended herself against the talk of betrayal. The only one who seemed to believe her was Annuska, but she assumed that it was only because they'd been long-time friends. " What are you looking at?" she spat at them with a heavy Russian accent, and mos retaliated by quickly looking away. " Hmph," she mumbled, continuing through the halls.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 8:49 pm
Annuksa Gorbachova
T-Spinners
Annuska moved down the narrow hallway that led to the council room. It had been years since she had walked down this narrow hallway. The first time she had come down this way was when Darius had first made this proposal to them. They had laughed then, ignored him said he was young and that this was a phase that would ware away. She had informed them that she didn’t think so. There was something different about Darius, he was unlike the others that had settled and accepted. No, this was not one that would enjoy the semblance of peace they had taken years to establish; no on his face was the word trouble. She had seen it then and it was even more evident now.
They had laughed, insulted him and now he was out to destroy them. And once he had them destroyed he would move in on the humans. What he had not been expecting was that she was not one to simply lay back. While she was one to promote peace she was not going to simply stand and allow him to destroy what she and the others had spent years building. If the humans thought there was a problem then they would see this as a weakness. The pact they created worked both was. It kept the Spinners from attacking and it kept the humans that were far great in number from attacking. And while they, the Spinners had enhanced powers, there were still those that were weak. There were those that didn’t know how to control their powers, didn’t know how to yield their powers and they could be caught in a deadly game. It was a deadly game, one that Darius had not taken the time to think about.
That’s what was wrong with him and those he was gathering to his side. They only saw what they wanted to see, and that was power. But, she wondered at what price they would pay for this power they wished to obtain.
The hallway, it seemed like a path into a new world. Would it even look the same when she walked back out of this room? No, she didn’t think it would. They would all have to change their perspective. Everyone would be on guard. Nothing would be considered safe and everyone would loose the trust they had for one another. A new era was on the rise and she wondered just how many were ready for it, Annuska wondered how many would survive.
Grey eyes that were ever change with knowledge, wisdom and things better left unknown surveyed the hallway. At the end there was a door, but there was always a door. However from this walk the door seemed uneventful. The eyes should have known this would have happened one day or another. They should have predicted. For years, even before the Spinners were known there was always some reason to disturb peace. Power was always the motive to move on, to want more. It was present in humans and Spinners were also human, even if they did not always admit it and even if their human side was not always accepted. Traits were in them that linked them to humans; that made them humans. There were some good and there were some bad, nothing in the world could prevent them from receiving them.
Annuska let out a sigh. This was going to be a difficult meeting. One of her dearest friends was on the line being called a traitor, even after her years of dedicated service. Annuska wondered how many would be called traitor, how many would become traitor. If there was one thing she did know it was that Anya was not the one to betray her, to hurt her in such a way. They were too close and she would have known.
Her gift, or curse depending on how she rose from the bed that morning, was Clairvoyance and to a higher extent psychometry. By simply touching something that belonged to Anya she would have been able to ‘see’ what her friend had done. But, she had not seen even though she had touched. Anya’s loyalty however was not something she had ever doubted. What she did believe however was that there were others that could manipulate powers already established. It was not heard of for two powers to overlap.
Each original spinner married a human, there keeping all the talents separate. So each blood line carried a particular trait and she believed someone that was born under the same bloodline as Anya started the fire. Or it could have been something or someone else all together. That was what this meeting was for, to see if, who and what started this fire. It was obviously meant as a threat, but Annuska was not going to take this any longer. There was too many disturbances going on and she would stand for it no longer. The slient tap of her heels against the floor was a step of determination to keep the peace. She would not allow a war to destroy what her own parents had worked so hard to establish. While Darius might be willing she was not willing to allow her own people kill each other over his simple power play. It would not be done.
She stood at the door with determination set in her mind. The double oak doors, they were doors she had approached before and she was sure this was not going to be the last time she touched them. This was not going to be the last time she gripped the brass handles. Wrapping black gloved hands around them she took a deep breath and then pushed the door open.
Standing in the door way was a woman 5’6 in height, with long hair the color of the raven’s feathers and skin a molten brown. Annuska stood with her shoulders back and deadly grey eyes that seemed all knowing pierced the room. She was wearing a grey tailored suit. The top clung to her chest with three buttons down the middle. And, the skirt fit her hips and allowed an alluring sway of those hips with each step she took. The heels were always four inches or more, thin stilettos that complimented her fine toned calves. Her presence alone usually quieted a room and this would be no different. Letting the leather gloved hands fall to her side she walked into the room and to her usual seat at the head of the table.
“ Good evening. Thank you all for being here. Please. Take your seats. We shall begin.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 9:48 pm
Anya Nemcova
Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Anya made her way into the council room, walking to the far end of the room where she would sit next to Annuska, like always. She stood in the corner, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as she watched more and more spinners make their way into the room. Taking advantage of her shielded eyes, she watched them all. Many stared, lips mouthing words like traitor, betrayal and other words that were disgraceful and obscene, to the person beside them. Anya's lip twitched in annoyance as she dug her manicured nails into her arms. I am not the traitor here. Ones who speak of such things against their own kind are those of true betrayal she thought closing her eyes. She had enough of what they had to say, confronting an innocent member of the elite was foolish, and they didn't even know the errors of their ways. If only Annuska was there... As if on cue to her thoughts, the crowded room went quiet. All that was heard was the loud tapping of heels as Annuska walked in and over to her chair. At the sound of her voice, Anya opened her eyes and looked at her dear friend, stepping over to sit down at her side when instructed so. The air was a bit humid, thanks to Anya's anger, but she didn't seem to take notice. She ignored the glares she received as she sat, and took the time to give Annuska a smile that had 'friendship' encrusted in it. She knew that Annuska would defend her, maybe even clear her name if she felt the need, but just knowing that her friend trusted her was enough to keep her going.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 12:34 pm
Annuksa Gorbachova
T-Spinners
Hostility, it seemed to suffocate the air as she took her seat. Anya was beside her, she was always beside her and it would always be her right to be there. Annuska nodded at Anya and she exchanged the same brief greeting with the rest of the room. She would not have them say she favored one above the other. At a time like this, they really didn’t need the petty bickering that was sure to spew from their lips.
“I have heard the words of slander and attack from all of you,” direct and to the point. That was always Annuska’s way of dealing with such matters. And, simply because a friend of hers was on trial that didn’t mean she would go about things in a different manner. “The Nemcova family has been a strong supporter of the peace treaty even before the birth of many of us here tonight. The head of the Nemcova family stood beside my father as the rights for the peace treaty, that you now bloom under, was written. You dishonor the family name by doubting the lineage of a man that did much to ensure your own safety. Not only did he ensure peace remained a part of your daily life, but his daughter, Anya, whom you have all pointed fingers at, has never betrayed you. When you needed someone to take care of the dirt you did not wish to touch yourselves, she was there for you. And this is how you repay her? With words of slander that are thick enough to splinter the very skin that covers her bones.”
Annuska pushed her chair back and stood before the table, “come then you accusers. Allow me then to touch your hand. Let me see then the reasons for such words of slander. For I can assure you, Anya has allowed her self to be touched and proven innocent. But, for those that toss out such vile accusations, I can only say that it is perhaps you that needs to be evaluated.” Annuska began to tug at the fingers of her gloves to slowly pull them off.
A gasp ensued through the room. To all it was known that one touch and Annuska would know your past, any moment of deceit would be relieved to her eyes and she would know even the smallest details of your past. It was the reason she wore such thick leather gloves. She did it to make others around her comfortable. It also made her feel safe. To touch a person and know their thoughts was not always a good thing. You learned the worst about people by looking into their past. It was when she was younger and her father learned that her powers were developed far beyond what they expected that he bought these gloves for her. Since a young teen she had worn them and even to this day she still wore the pair of black leather gloves her father had bought for her.
Mutterings she heard them erupt through the room and so she stilled her movements on her gloves. “Come then speak up. Have you not words to toss about? Traitor, Conniving whore? And these are not even the worst of your insults. Instead of us banding together forming a strong hold against what is surly to come. Here you sit bickering accusing one of your own of something you should not even bring into this building. And if there are some of you that still believe that Anya has no rightful place here and if all you have come for is to see her demise. Then I suggest you take up your things and leave. I have no room for those that doubt the word of others without proof, substantial proof. You have called me your judge.” Grey eyes scanned the room as she made sure every word was driven into the hearts and minds of those around the table. “Hear then the truth and the words of justice in my voice. DO not allow your own jealousies to taint your vision. Or, you do us no good here.”
“ If there are no more accusations on the name of Nemcova, let us then begin this meeting. Should anyone wish to leave, then you can do so at this time. But, one that can not stand with us through times of trouble can not stand with us at all.”
Her meaning should be clear. If they did not wish to stand with her now then they should not stand with her at all. Where her words a bit harsh and rash, perhaps they were. Annuska would rather know who was truly with her and loose those that were not than to be betrayed in the end. It was better to weed out the weaker links now than to have them clinging chocking the life out of the council. Annuska knew there were many in the council that held onto family fueds that had occurred during the years, but she wondered what they would prize more. The feuds or the lives of their future generations; if things went according to Darius’s plan she wondered if they realized that they would be hunted. They would be seen as the enemy against Darius and his great army. This was why they had to pull together and stop him now, before he destroyed not only those he saw as his enemies but all Spinners.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 5:04 pm
Yokir Tetun
Watch the thorns.. A man of great height sat in the darkened room, losing his patience every so often. Yokir Tetun had been waiting for the men and women of the rebellion that were called to come and meet, and that was the reason he'd been there as well. As he looked around the room, where some spinners were coming in to sit around the table, he was silent and observed all of their features. Compared to others, he was obviously a bit different looking. Not because of his hair or his eyes, nor for his clothes. It was what lay underneath his skin that made him different. Through his pale skin anyone who looked, even from afar, could se thethick, green vines that bulged through his skin, almost like overgrown veins. They were present all over his body; on his arms, his legs, his torso and stomach, even thinner vines made their way up his neck and into his face. Where there were vines there were also throrns. Thorns poking out of his ivory skin, breaking through to threaten those who came close. But of course they weren't large, they were quite small, but they held a great poison, lethal to living organisms. Indeed Yokir was different, but so were all of the spinners, and as more and more of the rebellion had started to file in the doors and sit around the table, Yokir could see why the humans felt the way they did. But it had still angered Yokir that so many of them couldn't take a different road. That was the reason he had crossed over to the rebellion. Yes, he had been one of the traditional spinners once, but his views were quite different from Gorbachova's. He wanted someone who would change the world, someone who would do something that didn't rule off of business and money. Not that Darius was much different, but he felt he had more of a say with the rebellion. After all, he was much more experienced than many of them, and he had known the way Annuska had dealt with certain things. And to none of their knowledge, he'd been talking to Annuska on.. Business terms. Truly he didn't like either leaders, but he had chosen one, to his displeasure, and he had to stick with him. That didn't mean he couldn't talk with his former leader, did it?? No, at least it didn't to him. And them talking had its benefits, they'd each get clues on what the other was planning for the future. All he had to be careful of was her touch. He tilted his head towards the table, letting his black shoulder-length hair cover his face. The curtain of hair shielded his dark green eyes, but also made it easier for him to observe the others. They were truly interesting to him. He could only imagine how the meeting with the Traditional spinners looked, and he thought of Annuska's voice ringing out through a different darkened room. At the thought of her, the vines under his skin were moving, slithering underneath the surface like worms in the dirt. But he didn't wince as the thorns left scrapes on his porcelain skin, there was no grimace to be seen on his face. It was all so old, and he had gotten used to it, and anyone could see the thin scars left my the small thorns. It was a wonder why Gorbachova had given him this information, but she most-likely knew that he would dare tell Darius about it. He was too stuborn and independent to give in to the man, and frankly he could care less about him. But if he had told Zux about the others' meeting, he would've instantly planned an attack on them, and maybe they could've ended this thing. Maybe he could've been free himself, but it was all too easy, and he almost wanted a fight. There was nothing else to do but wait, wait in his black pants and t-shirt, wait as the snake-like vines slid through his skin.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 6:55 pm
Gabriel's car accelerated through a turn on the main street on a left turn. His car slowed in front of the large, flashy casino, and turned right onto the alley way along side the casino. The car approached a toll booth, but instead of pulling out a pass, Gabriel just stuck his head out the window, and looked at the guard. He smiled nervously, and scrolled a list of faces on the computer. Gabriel's was there, and the man nodded, pressing a button that lifted the solid steel bar upwards. Gabriel drove through, and parked along side a small row of other cars in the building. He got out, taking his sunglasses off and slipping them into their case. He placed the case now containing his glasses into his breast pocket, and began walking towards an iron-clad door with a small slit in the center.
He wrapped his knuckles on the door, sighing. Recently, Darius had become rather paranoid about the traditional spinners, and as such, had heavily stepped up security. As he was thinking about this to himself, the slit opened violently fast, giving him a slight start. A scaly face glared back at him with black mirrors of eyes. His voice rung out metallic tones.
"Ah, Gabriel. come on in."
The slit closed, and there was the loud noise of gears turning and latches buckling. Finally, the door swung out wards, and the impressive looking figure stood in front of him. Gratchin stood at an impressive 7'2", but lowered himself several feet with a bow towards Gabriel. He returned the favor, zealously removing his hat, placing it back atop his head at the end of this gesture. Gratchin was one of those who had mutated a bit more than the average person, his cells hardening, and an entirely new cellular level of skin was added, creating deep green scales that covered his entire body. However, while Gratchin was built and sounded like a tank, he was actually an incredibly intelligent being, one that had been rejected, or at the very best, dis-regarded by the traditional spinner circles.
Gabriel surveyed the surroundings, and continued on. He had entered the back of the casino, where the vault and private conference room were stored. The walls were made of reinforced concrete, along with several layers of steel surrounding them. Using a spinner as a door guard was new, it was usually just the same old security personnel, but something he decided to put out of mind for right now. He headed towards the large oak door in the middle of the hallway. He took a deep breath, and opened it.
He entered and sat down in a chair in a rather fluid motion, none of his movements seeming jerky or un-intentional. The traditional spinners often thought that their circle would back stab if they showed weakness; in the rebels center of power, you could easily find yourself with a knife in the back. He was sitting to face Yokir. Gabriel had never held him up very high. He seemed to be a very indecisive individual, at best. Still, he held a fearsome power, one which Gabriel never wished to face himself on the wrong side of, so he had never spoken of his thoughts. He addressed Yokir with a slight smile, leaning back in his chair.
"Hello, Yokir. Finding yourself well today?"
The comment was slightly under handed, as Gabriel had figured that his venemous thorns seemed to crawl when he was agitated. He sat there with an almost sloppy grin on his face, as he almost always did.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 7:42 pm
Yokir Tetun
Watch the thorns.. The vines underneath Yokir's pale skin had stopped moving shortly after Gabriel's voice spoke out to him. " Hmmf," he let out a short laugh before his head rose to see Gabriel. His dark green eyes searched the man's face before making eye contact. " Why, hello Gabriel," he greeted, " I am doing quite fine today," the smallest hint of sarcasm showed in his response. To Yokir, small talk was peculiar, it only lengthened the time spent in an unwanted situation. Although he liked to hear what his self-proclaimed leader had to say, his own ideas were much more logical, at least in his mind. He raised his right hand and pushed his raven black hair out of his face, giving Gabriel a better view on the tiny green vines rising through his neck to his jaw, and his cheeks to his eyes and forehead. The small thorns daring Gabriel to come closer. " And how is a man like yourself holding up?" he asked, letting his curiousity go to waste and giving into the small talk. Besides, there wasn't much else to do while waiting for Darius, and maybe this man would entertain him just the slightest. If not, he could simply evade the conversation and go back to observing the individuals occupying the room. He crossed a slender leg over the other in a casual gesture, leaning back in his chair and scrathing at a particularly annoying vine in his neck. That was when he thought of the meeting itself. Another moment of curiousity came upon him and the edge of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. He leaned forward in his chair, setting an elbow on the table and propping his chin on his fist. " Gabriel, if I had to ask you what you think Darius' next move will be.. What the meaning of this meeting is.. Well, what do you make of it?" he asked, the smirk on his face growing about a centimeter. The green vines started to slither under his skin, the thorns leaving small scrapes as they ripped through his skin. Dark green eyes focusing on Gabriel's, Yokir couldn't help but be curious on his views. He had no idea what the others thought this meeting with Darius had in store for them, but Yokir didn't really get what was going through their minds. Some might've been too young to realize, other might not of been too bright, but Yokir knew all too well what Darius would announce, and he knew all to well what Annuska would be announcing at her meeting, most likely right at this very moment. He knew that they would be declaring the war. He knew that there would be a long preparation. He knew that the fun would start.
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Skunk Blossoms Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 9:24 pm
Gabriel smiled right along side of Yokir. Not a smirk, but a wide grin was plastered along side of his face, wide enough to show his molers. The sarcasm was just an indicator that Gabriel was getting under his skin. He liked that idea.
As Yokir spoke, Gabriel let his hand drop, his palm facing the carpet. Slowly, small fragments of what would appear to be dust slowly raised to his hand. It took a concentrated effort to do this, as well as listen, as small manipulation was certainly not something he specialized in, but was something he yearned for. The ability to throw cars and rip out support beams through the metal that they were made out of was one thing, but if he could focus on molecules at a time? Gabriel had to stop himself from shuddering in pleasure at the thought. However, he mainly kept his thoughts on the conversation as he gathered these bits of discarded metal, and as he spoke, played with pushing them together.
"I'd say I'm doing fairly well for myself."
The small pieces of metal had finally ceded to him, and had amalgamated into a small ball, the different types of metal swirling in and out of each other. Hypnotizing, and not dissimilar to a lava lamp.
At Yokir's actual question, Gabriel chuckled. He had a pretty good idea of exactly what was to be brought up in this meeting. Darius wanted to progress, and that was something that had not happened. The fires that Gabriel had been a part of had practically been a declaration of what was to come, and he certainly hoped that it didn't come as a surprise to anyone at the meeting. More of a formal gesture than anything, really.
Gabriel spoke, the ball of metal now being stretched and squeezed, and slowly starting to grow red from the amount of friction being place upon each molecule.
"What do I make of it, and what I think he will be saying are to things not to be entirely grouped together, as they are separate questions. However, to answer them both at the same time, I will say that I believe that he is finally making an announcement that I have been waiting a long time for."
Gabe chuckled, and began causing the small, glowing ball to spin around his finger, giving his flesh a birth of three inches. The tiny ball was picking up speed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:06 pm
Yokir Tetun
Watch the thorns.. Yokir smirked at the catch of his wrongly spoken words, closing his eyes and clasping his hands together. ' So, he isn't as stupid as the others' he thought to himself at the response Gabriel made from his question. A part of him was glad that there was an ounce of smartness in at least one of the spinners, but then again it had been a bit obvious. He opened his eyes and watched Gabriel. A black eyebrow rose slightly at the sight of him fiddling with his hands, he obviously was preoccupied with something. After quite a long pause, Yokir spoke up, " Indeed, I think we've all been waiting for this announcement." He took this time to glance around the room at the chairs that were swiftly being occupied, observing some of the faces he hadn't seen before. Looking back to Gabriel, he just watched the brown haired man, again curious at what he was doing. Bu this time he didn't speak up, he just watched with forest green eyes that matched the color of the vines underneath his skin. Right at that moment, the vines writhed under his skin and he began to itch at his neck again in annoyance. Darius was surely the last to be there, and it brought back Yokir's impatence. He tapped a black shoe on the hard floor, it's tapping sound almost silent compared to the noise coming from the other spinners that dwelled in the room. ' He's always late' he thought to himself in annoyance. He ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, the taste of grass, leaves, or some other form of plant was the only thing his taste buds made out. Sighing with impatience, Yokir looked up at Gabriel one more time.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 10:17 pm
Gabriel smirked. No, there wasn't much anyone could really say to that. Or, at least, nothing that one should say to that. He looked up, his head still pointed down at his hands, the ball now glowing brighter and brighter, rotating around his finger still. He grinned at Yokir, and the spiral moved upwards his finger, and then floated over towards Yokir, still spiraling, but in a slower, lazier fashion.
Once the spiral had gotten to a foot from his head, the now yellowish glowing hot orb began circling around the man's head in a painfully slow fashion, as Gabe slowly turned his finger to the same speed as it. He had kept his foolish grin, and now spoke up, in a joking voice.
"Hey, don't get too bored now."
At that, he did a quick turn of his finger, and the orb circled his head once so fast that it would just make a bright line. It then flew off into the wall behind Gabriel, leaving a small sizzling hole.
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