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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 5:22 pm
((Sorry for the wait!)) "It's no problem at all. I've seen more than enough of children to understand their stomachs."
There it was. It irritated Jarod to be categorized. Stereotyped. Whatever this was. As a child. And it showed on his face for a brief moment. He was a child, but not all children were...naive, to put it nicely. Not all children believed every lie they were told. He had a brain, a mind, and he could think with it. He could figure things out. He was not too young to understand certain things, he was not too young to see certain things-
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but he couldn't blame her, couldn't blame her. Perhaps she had never had children. According to what he was hearing from her now, she had been around for a very long time. Maybe she just didn't remember being a child. Well, it seemed this person might not be human, and this interested Jarod very much. He moved on and continued to eat his crackers and observe. He found he was less alarmed than when he had initially layed eyes on this woman and her scars.
Peacekeepers. There was a word Loki had not heard for some time. "Information." Looking up at Bebinn, she paused, placed her hands on her hips, then gave a quiet sigh and continued. "I'm sure I don't know as much as I should, but what I do know I'll tell you. However we should find someplace else to talk about this. It's real dark out now. You never know who or what may be around, trying to eavesdrop. Then there are the monsters, those can be unpleasant," she joked. So Bebinn was older than Loki had imagined. Perhaps she would have a chance to learn more about her now. Jarod would certainly appreciate being able to expand his... "library of disguises", as he sometimes called it. "Is there any place you know of around here? And while I'm at it, do you have any place to stay tonight? If not, we can help. We have to thank you for the food somehow."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 5:36 pm
Dontee’s eyebrow rose as he watched Salem smoke. He couldn’t quite understand the purpose of smoking, other than for current smokers to calm down and smoke… but he wasn’t one to want to make someone stop smoking cigarettes… for it was their choice to do it and continue to do it.
He listened to Salem with his right hand over his chin and a small smile. He then nods after everything had been said for a few seconds before finally saying ”Well, uh… You’re welcome?... and, well… Thank you.” He then shrugs his shoulders. ”You do not need to worry about what others feel of you, it’s what you feel about yourself that really matters.” He then looks to the cigarette before looking back to Salem's eyes to finally ask "... Why did you start smoking?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 11:54 pm
Salem sighed and chewed her lower lip. "Well, like I said, I began smoking because it eases some of my anxiety. But mostly it is because I couldn't keep self-medicating the way that I was. I was into worse things than cigarettes and coffee at one point. And for whatever reason I can't seem to live without vices..." she crossed over to Dontee until she was standing only a few feet in front of him. "What about you? Any vices? Or are you as perfect as you seem?"
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 12:09 pm
Eve returned his smile as she light took his arm "It twas quite convincing dear sir ." She sighed, beginning to walk. "You really must tell me more about this ordeal, so what you showed me was whats going to happen if there is no action, but why does one person wish so much harm upon the humans?" she asked, gazing at him in the most serious face she could make, which wasn't very.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 4:00 pm
((Not a prob.)) It was troubling to have an only source admit lack of knowledge. Ah well, resourcefulness would have to help again. "Thank you for the offer, for I think I will have to take you up on that. I don"t know this area very well, so you will have a better chance of finding something suitable." She paused and with some undefinable humor in her eyes, said, "Fortunately I am not picky." She had noted the anger in the eyes of the child. It would be unpleasant to have the child throw a fit or something. So, she knelt down in front of the child and asked, "Did you inherit powers from your mother?"
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 4:22 pm
Dontee shakes his head. "I am not perfect, but I do not take anything like that of cigarettes." He says before smiling. "... Yet I do have my flaws, if that'll comfort you to know... Like... When I eat a full meal I pretty much am too lazy to do anything and must therefore take a nap... and... hm... I'm not very social, if that's a flaw... and I can't say I've properly explored this city... I mean, I've walked the streets and in the park... but... that's about it. I know there'd have to be more to see... you know... in buildings... but... I am not sure what building I can just walk in or what."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 4:57 pm
”It ‘twas quite convincing, dear sir.”
“Why, thank you, young maiden.” Chaim beamed, shortening his usual long strides until his footfalls fell in sync with Eve’s.
“You really must tell me more about this ordeal. So what you showed me was what’s going to happen if there is no action, but why does one person wish so much harm upon the humans?”
Chaim’s face fell at the girl’s question. He cast his gaze ahead of them as grass began to appear beneath their feet, the green strands just visible in the fading light of the sun.
“She has hated the humans since their creation,” he replied after a minute, his voice hard. “I’m not entirely sure why. To her, humans are a lower life form meant to be enslaved beneath those with greater power. Any creature with even an ounce of human blood circulating through their veins is, as she claims, a disgrace, and she’ll stop at nothing until she has things her way.”
His feet hit the cement of the sidewalk marking the end--or beginning--of the sandy beach.
“Tell me,” he said lightly, turning his eyes to Eve, “where is it that you wish to go?”
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2012 12:35 pm
Lucius Carmine
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Status: Curious
Location: In a town
Company: (Without their knowledge) An Evil-Emitting Woman, a man with a large sword, and elderly fellow speaking to the Evil-Emitting Woman.
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x♎xThe events at the bar made Lucius even more curious. At first he was simply investigating the evil-emitting woman, but then a man brandishing a large bladed weapon entered the room. While swords were not too uncommon from where Lucius once came from, the shear size of his weapon made him stick out, as well as his appearance, which contrasted to the other humans. Speaking of humans, some men, most likely intoxicated (Though Lucius had no proof of this), began to bother the man, and all where quickly subdued by him. Still, the actions seemed only to interest the woman during the fight, and afterwards, she began to speak to another human male. Lucius listen tentatively, but unintentionally, allowed a little bit of him to drip, sending a small black liquid droplet plummeting to the bar counter.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:11 pm
((Alright, I'll post for the sake of saving us all and getting some people posting... I hope. sweatdrop ))
Alexander picks up his mug and quickly chugs it all down, feeling that he should of been good and drunk by now, being that his drink had been spilled before a short fight. As he chugged his mug down, a black liquid drips on the counter in front of him, but he hadn't noticed. He sets aside his mug and grabs the rag to wipe it across the counter one more time, collecting the remains of the spilt alcohol and the black droplet into the rag. He then sighs, deciding to stuff the rag into his pocket, seeing as the bartender hadn't stucken around to retrieve his rag back. He then finally stands with a small sigh and walks out and exits the bar.
As he walked out of the bar, he noticed an old barrel full of garbage, to which he takes out the rag and prepares to toss it in, but then notices a black smudge on the rag, to which he found quite strange. The only thing he cleaned off the counter was his spilt beverage and maybe a bit of dirt that had come with it... yet there's something black on the rag. He frowns before shaking his head as he stuffed the rag back into his pocket, feeling stupid for wanting to keep the rag, but he felt he might as well... seeing as there are little negatives to having the rag, even if the black smudge is nothing... he could at least wipe blood off his hands with it before he tosses it away. He turns away from the barrel and walks away, crossing his arms as he walked down the sidewalk.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:13 pm
A speck of black falling to the counter caught Agrona's eye. A strange, weak aura floated from it, speaking of something as inhuman as herself.
"Hold that thought," Agrona whispered to the Peacekeeper before standing, her dress swaying with the movement.
Slowly, she reached out to touch the strange substance, her bangles clinking together as her middle finger came in contact with the plasma-like element. No sooner had some of the black gunk attached itself to her skin, than the man who had earlier caused a fight wiped the counter clean.
Agrona growled, glaring after the man as he left, the wash rag still held in his hand. Turning her gaze from the man, she looked to her hand as she rubbed the blackness between her finger and thumb. It buzzed with a life of its own.
Where did you come from? she wondered, casting her gaze to the rafters above. Searching the rotting, wooden planks for the source of the droplet, her eyes fell upon a small creature clinging to the ceiling, its white mask standing out against the rest of its dark body.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:14 pm
Lael nodded. She knew that right now her words made little sense. But she needed to ask this question delicatly, and this was the best way she could fathom.
"True, I suppose." Lael wiped her hands off on her pants to allow herself time to think.
"Perhaps a better way of saying it is that there are 'ordinary' humans, who live a mortal life and know no magic other than love - and there are those of us who are gifted. Like my having wings. Or you walking around with a dragon. Like people who are immortal, or born with some other form of magic or magical sense. Would you agree that these groups are different from one another?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:34 pm
'Tis sickening, what hath become of my kind, Saiirin thought to Karinda with a growl as Lael wiped her hands on her pants, clearly biding her time. The girl only nodded as Lael's words once again vibrated through the air.
"Would you agree that these groups are different from one another?" she finished.
"As different as the night is from the day," Karinda agreed, moving her head to avoid hitting a root jutting out from the top of the small tunnel.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:41 pm
Lucius Carmine
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Status: Scared for his life
Location: In a town
Company: An Evil-Emitting Woman and elderly fellow speaking to the Evil-Emitting Woman.
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x♎xLucius froze up as the woman spotted him. What would she do? Does she know who he is? What he is? What was Lucius going to do? He didn't think; he acted. The first thing he did was drop behind the woman, and in a moment of insanity, changed his shape similar to that of a snake, and attempted to bolt out the door. While doing so, he awkwardly unleashed various illusions towards everyone in the room, ranging from increasingly irritating noises and flashing lights, to phantasm monstrosities that threaten to murder the various patrons and noises that were akin to sonic-booms. However, all of it was an illusion; to the mere mortals or to those unsuspecting or otherwise weak-willed, it was all real. But for someone who's aura could radiate evil, it would be nothing more then a distraction, at it's worst.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:51 pm
Lael smiled. Common ground to work from. She cast a glance at the still glowing dragon.
"The humans- the ordinary folk - I don't know what it was like five hundred years ago, but today they don't react terribly well to the knowledge of our existance. Some are okay... others not so much."
Here Lael had to pause again. The tunnel narrowed, and she was forced to turn sideways to edge through the gap. Just as well, she needed to be careful with what she had to say next.
"So what do we do? Do we hide? Do we present ourselves to the world and try and make peace? Will we be hunted, as the dragons were? If we are hunted, do we use our natural gifts and abilities to fight back, or flee? And if we flee, what then? Forced into hiding again, only now the humans know of us. What decision would you make, in a world of uncertainty?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 8:36 pm
Agrona snarled as the creature dropped down behind her. With a flourish, she spun around as strange markings slithered down her right arm and to her hand.
Chaos erupted about her as flashing lights and booming noise suddenly sounded trough the room, the humans ducking and rushing toward the doors to escape monsters that had appeared out of thin air.
Paying little attention to the false images, her sight honed in on one thing; the creature with actual substance.
The markings sprung from her hand, forming the shape of a scythe that solidified an instant later within her grip.
With quick steps, she caught up to the snake-like creature. Placing the tip of her scythe on the floor, she used it to help her jump in front of it, blocking the creature's exit.
"And where do you think you're going?" she growled, pointing the blade toward the creature, a dark smile parting her lips._______________________________________________ "'Twas quite similar, if thy words are truth." Karinda mimicked Lael and turned sideways, squeezing through the small opening that remained from what looked to have been a cave-in.
"So what do we do? Do we hide? Do we present ourselves to the world and try and make peace? Will we be hunted, as the dragons were? If we are hunted, do we use our natural gifts and abilities to fight back, or flee? And if we flee, what then? Forced into hiding again, only now the humans know of us. What decision would you make, in a world of uncertainty?"
"'Tis a world of uncertainty in which we reside," Karinda answered slowly, her eyes narrowing. "If humans chose to rise against us, I would fight against those who attack me or my kin, as is it is within the nature of all to defend ourselves. Thus far, living amongst them in secret seems to be working well enough, so why would one such as thyself pose that question?"
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