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 Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 5:01 pm
She moved to sit with her back against the table, "Don't call me Miss, I'm not that old." She complained. Nova looked at her bare arms, "Do they have any bandages in this Dojo, perferable not white?" She asked. She looked at the new cut on her stomach, it had been years since a vision had added a withstanding scar to her collection, years. She sighed, "Also, I would like to thank you, for coming with me to see Yosito, I dont remeber if I ever thank you."
((Gotta go unpack, be back on later hopfully, See ya around, sorry.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 5:19 pm
Fenris wakes up on a couch, covered by a think comforter. She is sweltering hot now as she quickly escapes the blankets grasp, soon finding that wasn't the best idea, as the night air reached throug hthe dojo to her, chilling her to the bone. she shivered and quickly went into the kitchen, making some tea, his time instead of flavored it was earl grey. She hadn't tried this one before, but she had a feeling it was good.
She sat down with the tea, letting the steam rise up to her face above, warming her a bit, but also making her face a bit damp. She slowly sipped the tea every once in awhile, heating it with the little fire magic she knew whenevr it started to gt cold. She was humming a soft tune under her breath, knowing it was from somewhere, but not exactly sure where from.
She soon took out a flute that she had not seen in awhile, and played the tune on it as it quietly echoed through the area. She had her eyes closed, letting the soothing melody leave the metal instrument, her fingers dancing across the buttons quickly, catching each practiced note with ease.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 5:46 pm
Shiro awoke to the melodic tune emitting from Fenrir's instrument. He opened his eyes and looked at Fenrir a bit before sitting up straight.
"Wow........."
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 6:01 pm
Toukon_Neko
She moved to sit with her back against the table, "Don't call me Miss, I'm not that old." She complained. Nova looked at her bare arms, "Do they have any bandages in this Dojo, perferable not white?" She asked. She looked at the new cut on her stomach, it had been years since a vision had added a withstanding scar to her collection, years. She sighed, "Also, I would like to thank you, for coming with me to see Yosito, I dont remeber if I ever thank you."
((Gotta go unpack, be back on later hopfully, See ya around, sorry.))
-Reeve smiles- You want to thank me, miss, stay alive. ~Miss Fenris?~ -Reeve picks up the brainwave signature of someone familiar, and fevered-
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 8:03 pm
Fenris didn't stop playing, she continued, her notes venturing around the grounds and catching everyone in it's path into listening to it. Her fingers lingered on some notes, but then went quicker at other points, going up and down the notes quickly.
She kept her eyes closed, not paying attention to anything else as her tune turned to a sad one as she remembered the deaths of her friends. She was coming up with this as she went. Her turned into a angry attacking one as she remembered and felt the blood lust. But then there seemed to be a spark of hope in the some where it went to a happy tune, but quickly to a calm, mysterios one with many notes tied.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 9:46 pm
Misa had spent the last few days.. or was it hours? She was not really sure, it kind of strung together in her mind. But anyways, she had spent them outside. She now walked into the dojo, eating something. As she swallowed the last bit a soft kind of melancoholy tune. Her feet stopped walking and she stood still just to listen.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:34 am
-Reeve smiles and takes his own flute to his lips, playing a soft background melody to enhance Fen's-
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:53 am
Fenris hears the background and blinks, wondering who else is playing. she forgot about it soon and continued her tune, going through different emotions that were expressed wit the way she was playing, but it always stayed soft, as to not hurt anyone with very, very good hearing, like the first time she played it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 7:55 am
Fenris___Fenrir Fenris hears the background and blinks, wondering who else is playing. she forgot about it soon and continued her tune, going through different emotions that were expressed wit the way she was playing, but it always stayed soft, as to not hurt anyone with very, very good hearing, like the first time she played it. -Reeve stops playing, his humble tune not giving justice to Fen. He keeps his eyes on the still-ailing Nova as he listens to the melody-
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:52 am
Fenris soon ends the tune, laying her flute down on the table. If someone where to look close enough they would notice there were tears running down her face. She reheated her tea quickly and sipped it, closing her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:10 am
As the tune ended, Shiro snapped out a hypnotic trance, enticed by the tune of Fenrir's music. He opened his eyes and noted Fenrir's tears. The sight of them made Shiro feel slightly sad in his own sense.
"Are you okay?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:49 am
Fenris looked over at Shiro, tilting her head in confusion. She paid no mind to the tears. She looked back down at her tea and sipped it again, not paying mind to anything else around her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:54 am
Shiro didn't know how to respond to Fenrir's peculiar behaviour. He got up and poured himself a cup of tea before sitting down next to Fenrir.
"So......how's everything going?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 9:59 am
"Fine." She responded in a drol voice, then sipping her tea again. The truth was that her life was a pian and a half. She hated it, though she didn't show that in her face. Her tears dried, leaveing two marks on her face from where the ran down.
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