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 Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 3:28 pm
Colette
Colette kept a nice, pleasant face on throughout Candy's mini-tirade; she did however frown darkly as Candy persisted in trying to removed the earrings. Elle est stupid? Excellent...She tossed her long hair to one side, a slightly annoyed look on her face; one of Colette's hands made home on her hip.
"I just said that they don't come off. Every time you try, it will hurt. I'm sworn to protect you from harm, even if you wish to harm yourself. Here, let me."
She took one of Candy's hand one by one, kissed the injured fingers, sucking the tips lightly. When Colette was one with them, they were once again perfect...relatively speaking. She gave her new master a steady look.
"I can't removed the jewelry, either; it doesn't work like that. Was that magic enough for you? Or do you request more 'proof?' I, unlike my brethren, specialize in the art of...healing."
...Or so she always told her masters, now a days. In truth, Colette specialized in the art of torture; but there are two sides to a single coin: having intimate knowledge of how the human body worked allowed her to both cause the most pain as well as health them faster then was humanly possible. Idly Colette wondered if that little act of good helped to bring her debt down, somewhat. Probably not.
"I have further gifts as well."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:23 pm
Vassili
Vassili smiled at her obvious enthusiasm, and the though of taking her on that whelps desk was pleasing. Still so having her while he was forced to watch.
"If I may inquire, how much do you owe this organization, and if said debt was paid, could you leave?" If she had no monetary obligation then maybe he could act on that little plan.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:26 pm
Vincent
"I knew Germany had already surrendered to the Soviet Union. Your history seems slightly off. The Union was created in nineteen eighteen after the Bolshevik Revolution. I helped with that as well. That's how I think I was passed from Comrade Leningrad to Admiral Nagato. So that bomb, they dropped it again. The damage must have been massive, it overwhelmed my senses." He was putting off the technology in favor of some history. He wanted to find out what happened sense he had been locked away. Seventy five years was a long time.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:30 pm
Libby
Libby had enjoyed the stroll throughout the campus grounds but now, they were sitting in widely paved area with numerous benches. People were still staring. They had been since the corridors in the dorm and had continued to do so once the oddly dressed pair had made their way onto the actual classroom and office blocks. The demon thought about what to do about this as she allowed Seth to draw her hand. The action was not doing anything in the slightest.
"I belonged to my last charge a few years ago, somewhere in the eighties there. He was a vile man who had the car crash coming to him, despite my best efforts to stop such a thing. He had only had me for a few hours, the poor thing." An evil grin played across her lips as an idea popped into her head. Her dress and his suit were already giving the onlookers, admirers or not, such a show. Why not give them something to really give a hoot about? Libby looked up at Seth with the most innocent smile that she could muster at that point. "Of course, you would never try to hurt me, right?"
She slipped her hand out his easily and pulled him closer, kissing his neck and behind his ear ever so often. "Delicious," she purred, "You really don't give yourself credit, Master. Look at how the girls are simply ogling at you. It could not just be your good looks. I should know." It occurred to her that he might get suspended for this but she could work her away around anyone's rules. Libby continued to play with him in full view of the other students. This was just cover up as she used her powers to search throughout the crowd for a little supper. Again, these were not her ideal type of games.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 7:34 pm
Aimee
Aimee shrugged, somewhat embarrassed, but not enough to really care.
"I'm an English Major in a college in the States; we kind of make up everything. Everything. Anyway, the damage was huge, to the city and the population. Something like two hundred thousand, plus. During the Cold War, they developed tech that made the atom-bomb smaller and able to be mounted on a missile; it was then that the classification was changed. From Atom-bomb, to a nuclear war-head. Then they developed technology that allowed the missiles to be shot around the world in under thirty minutes."
She finished off her drink in one long swallow and tossed the can into a trash bin; Aimee did not buy into the global warming s**t, or anything like that. New age "intellectuals" were just a fancy way of saying "hippies" in her book.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 8:58 pm
 XXXC A N D YxLynnxH O P P E R
-----------------»I got birds in my ears, And a devil on my shoulder
-------------» And a phone to the other, And I can't get a hold of her
-----------------» And what's a crush to do? And what's a crush to do when he can't get through?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Candy's eyes slid up to the demon, who gave her that look; you know, the one people give when they think you are absolutely stupid. She grimaced slightly "I thought demons were bad. You know, servants of the devil, rawr im gunna possess you. You know..." She flushed though, her words lost as the girl sucked on her finger tips. Her pale skin grew redder and redder. When the demon pulled back her fingers didn't hurt any longer, though she didn't bother looking at her fingers, meeting the demons steady look with her own stubborn glare.
She grunted slightly, fine, she would wear the stupid earrings. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly "no, I don't need any more proof." She said slowly, licking her lips. "Healing. Again. This goes against all forms of demons i've ever heard of."
She wasn't sure she believed this creature, who had appeared out of her earrings like a- "Are you sure your not a genie?" She asked, her thought finishing itself aloud. One thin eye brow raised slowly. "Oh? What other gifts do you possess?" She asked slowly, jerking her head so her hair was out of her eyes. She pulled her hands away slowly, licking her lips once more.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 12:17 am
Alexandria
She looked at him when he asked that question, her eyebrows furrowed in thought as her blue eyes showed that she wasn't exactly positive. She nibbled on her cheek "I'm not really sure" she told him honestly. Then she decided she didn't exactly care if she still owed him or not as she let her shoulders shrug. "He has given me a place to stay, I have a job and I always have money to eat or get whatever I want" she told him. "I mean I know this is not some proud job to have but I do like working here. I have fun, I'm good at the things that I do and it's exciting to know every minute is a dangerous one by either the law or a group from another territory" she said last.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 10:53 am
Seth
Seth was growing hot under the collar of his suit, but not from the mild sun above them. The attentions Libby was giving him was something he had wanted in a previous time, now though those same wants were flaring. They were already the most watch couple in the quad, onlookers gawking at the clothing, now though they had a show. Most were thinking that a couple dressed as the Victorian high nobles should present themselves that way. What they didn't know was Victorian nobility had been just as bad as the Roman nobility.
"Libby this is not the place for these games. We aren't in the sixties and free love isn't in favor anymore." Seth was using his supreme abilities of lateral thinking to keep his thoughts from her attentions, but the girls that walked the quad in packs were looking at him just as hungrily. Maybe he didn't give himself enough credit. Finally, he managed to untangle himself and pull her upright.
"Enough. That is the Dean wading through the crowd." The man in question was making a bee line for him and he was once again wishing he were invisible like he normally was.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:02 am
Vincent
"Fascinating. I will have to read about these developments later". He looked back at the TV then at Aimee. He decided to play on her emotions and try to get a quick snack, either from her or from her letting him go for an hour.
"I think you said something about a foot rub. Do you still want one. You can tell me about the development in society, language. Anything you want. You might think thing we crave upon release is wanton destruction of nourishment from our chosen food source, but for me it is knowledge of the time lost. I was once in the know of all technological advancements, from all corners of the globe. I even helped some. Magellan, I was once his protector and he used my knowledge to circumvent the globe. Let's see, Eric the Red, or just Eric I helped him break through the ice in the northern Atlantic and discover Newfoundland." Vincent had once only hungered for the water of humans, weather it be given or taken. That grew boring and soon he just wanted knowledge, sating his hunger when it grew to strong.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 11:08 am
Vassili
"Well now there is no danger. It will be there, but it can't get to you." Vassili was determined to get her ambition up. Who was the demon who reigned terror in the British Isle for so long, Libby. Her power would be useful right about now, that little push towards taking over, or leaving. Vassili could only control feelings or lust and fear and excitement. Baser emotions.
"Why is there no drive to leave. Sure its fun and you want for nothing, but isn't there a want for freedom, from not taking orders. I don't have that yet, I have never been order regardless of my situation. All my masters wanted to do was discuss theology, strategy and politics. Surely you want to be your own master, to never take orders from that idiot man. I can help you. I can provided you money and means. Just say the word." Vassili so wanted to see the dunderhead of man who ran this organization humbled, humiliated and forced to beg. It was Vassili's nature.
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 1:50 pm
Aimee
Aimee gave it a moments thought; she nodded.
"I was kind of just making a joke, but yeah, I'd love a foot rub. I'd be lying to you if I told you, though, that'd I'd know what I'd be talking about with the development in history. I know a little, but not nearly as much as you'd like, I think."
She kicked of her shows and socks and went to go sit on their couch; Aimee's father had sprung some cash for the apartment, allowing them to luxuriate while other's made do with cardboard boxes as coffee tables, and the like. Aimee closed her eyes when she felt the first of several of Vincent's fingers rub against her sore feet.
"Oh that feels good, Vincent...um...I know a little bit about social developments...wanna hear about those?"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 2:29 pm
Colette
"We are evil. That is why I am here. The witch locked us away in the stones, destined to remain subserviel until we've 'atoned' for our sins."
Colette smiled slightly; she tossed her out-dated fashionable Paris hair cut again. Her hat stayed exactly where it was on her head.
"All good things have their darker halves. What is the other side of healing, hm? Pain? Death? Torture? But I'm a reformed demon; I try to make up all my past in digressions. Thus I heal, instead of maim."
She smoothed down the front of her blouse and skirt, giving Candy another considering look. How is she not getting this? I've told her three times. This is going to be the worst one yet...Colette smiled slightly, hiding her emotions.
"A Djini? Pretty sure I'm not, maîtresse. What other gifts? Well, for one, I can make you invulnerable. I can make you immune to everything save natural aging. And even then, with the healing, your life will be extended extensively. Everything from the common cold to maiming; you'll be immune. And of course, the normal items: preternaturally fast, preternaturally strong, et cetra."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 3:23 pm
Libby
Libby grunted as Seth pushed her away but obeyed him all the same. It did not matter as she had already found three persons who would willingly go all the way for her in exchange for some petty pep talk. She had to keep it under control with this new Master though. Her job was to protect him and right now, she was making things notably worse for him on the campus. Her eyes flickered over to the tall, suited, white-bearded male as he stopped a few inches from them. Libby leaned off of Seth, stood and put out her hand to shake with the Dean.
"Good morning, Seth and Ma'am," he said gruffly, looking from an embarrassed Seth to an almost seemingly estatic Libby, "I have heard some news about your recent activity, an activity that we do not condone particularly at this college. All of this had been directed at Seth, the flushed young adult.
Libby stole his attention forcing her hand into his and pumping it in a strong manner. Her British accent came on thick and a little confidence pulse never hurt anyone. "I am so sorry, sir. It was my fault. See, Seth here is an old friend of mine and I was visiting him. It was rather silly of me actually, knowing how much I like him." She batted her eyelashes at the man in mock innocence and continued with her long-winded excuse, "So, you see, sir, the one to blame is me and I take full responsibility for my actions. Seth did not have a chance." This part was true and looked back at him with a smirk before putting the baby face back to the Dean.
The older man touched his chin in thought. It was a likely story but he could not seem to discredit it enough to suspend Seth. If this girl's tale was just that - tale, what would the other colleges and universities think? It would hurt his pride as a superior in the establishment. No, her story must be what happened and since she is not a student, he could not do anything beyond a pat on the hand. This, he did and Libby had been expecting him to as well as to say, "Ma'am, I thank you for owning up to your fault in the matter. Seth, I hope that you are more careful about how you go about things on this campus, being a scholarhsip student and all."
"He will. I promise," Libby chimed, another bright smile.
"Okay then, carry on," he said, turning away but turned back, "or on the other hand, don't carry on, Understood?"
Libby saluted the man in a mock gesture and smiled sweetly at a probably dumbfounded Seth. "As you were saying, Master?"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 6:05 pm
Alexandria
She smiled "Well thanks, but it really isn't that bad here" she said "I mean sure privacy can sometimes be a pain in the a** but really I don't know what I would do if I was my own...master as you put it. I'm kept busy with things that I am good at and I love to do and they haven't hurt me here once" she told him "But if I ever change my mind I will let you know, and we will leave. Promise"
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 7:54 pm
Vincent
Vincent kneaded her right foot delicately, his inhumanly fast hands and strength able to break the knots and pressure points with ease. After two minutes he switched to her left.
"Well start as far back as you know and work forward. The Cold War sounds interesting. There must have been massive propaganda campaigns, scares and that sort. Social change would have been affected horribly by this." He was finished with her left by the end of his sentence, rolled her pant leg to her knee and began working on her left calf.
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