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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:44 pm
Ashili stared at Lucius for a long time as if she couldn't understand a word he said. After a moment, she spoke once more. I ... will elaborate, she started. His father lives in a different realm...or, more appropriately, a different planet...and is sending his brother in search of his son... she continued. It's very difficult to explain the nature of the possessions, but from what I can tell, Grim forces Tristian out of his body, and doesn't allow him to do much of anything whilst waiting to return to his body... Ashili glanced out the window, staying silent for a long moment. It...will not stop...unless Grim can appropriately place the situation, and they know where he is enough to come and take him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 7:56 pm
"By the nature, I did mean by whom and for what reason," he said, nodding gently, "So Tristian is atodds with his father. This explains quite a lot."
He smiled fondly and, as if only just remembering it was there, took a sip of his cooling black coffee, then continued, seeming nonplussed.
"It will be over my cold corpse that they take Tristian, if he is unwilling to go. Why would they want to do such a thing, pray?"
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 8:51 pm
So, I guess then you know now whom and for what reason, Ashili said, staring blankly to Lucius. May...I ask you, Lucius Quinn, why you decided to move in with Tristian so...soon?
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:01 pm
He was quiet for a very, very long time, looking introspective. Finally, he looke up, locking eyes with the woman, smiling, a little sadly.
"I've ironed out the one wrinkle I had in my past. Taken out the last eye I owed out. I love Tristian. I want to protect him, and I want to help him. When I see . . . . the bloodlust, the cruelty, the hate that thing makes roll out of him, his eyes . . . . gods, I love that boy's eyes . . . . I want to kill it. I want it out of my angel. Yes, I had an idea it wasn't Tristian. More than that. I knew. I thought, and still think, the best way to protect him was to keep him close. I was living in an abandoned garden shed in the graveyard before. He deserves much more than that."
He took a sip of his coffee, quietly, a little annoyed with himself for losing the placid, sphinx-like cover, and looked up at her again, eyes looking tired and strained.
"Does that answer your question?"
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:07 pm
Ashili smiled, just barely enough for him to see. I...yes, it does... she said, looking away from the other's gaze. It's nice, to see someone loving Tristian, for who he is, not what he is... she added. Grim isn't going to stop, unless...I step in, and the only reason Anid would ask him to stop, is if he could choose...another to take Tristian over...and it would continue from there. She moved a hand to rub her eyes, sighing softly as they watered.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:14 pm
He laughed softly, slightly sadly, and murmured, softly,
"I couldn't love Tristian for what he is if I trie. He is . . . . an enigma, one I love dearly, but he remains a mstery. And I like it that way."
After a moment, he looked up at her, lookign thoughtful,
"What if Tristian were sronger? Could he protect himself?"
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:21 pm
Tristian? Stronger? she said, looking to him, wide-eyed, much like a doe in headlights. Oh no, no, gods no, Tristian...can't be stronger, if Tristian was stronger, I fear for his own safety...he doesn't know how to use the powers he has, if he had more, he'd just hurt himself... she said, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, letting her painted eyelids fall shut.
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:25 pm
He waved a hand lightly, dismissing her fear, "I don't mean more powerful, I men stronger. There is a huge difference. There is immense strength in merely learning to harness and control what you already have. Wouldn't you agree?"
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:34 pm
I...tend not to agree, she said, shrugging a shoulder. There, is indeed, a difference between strength and power, but a fine line of it with his...breed, if you will, she said matter-of-factly. Remember, Lucius Quinn, you don't know much about Tristian, most remains a...how did you put it...mystery?
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 9:50 pm
He nodded ploitely, wrapping long, pale fingers around his coffee cup and murmured, softly, looking distant, eyes far away.
"You have me there. But I do know he has so much more potential than he thinks. Than anyone thinks. If he could just have a little . . . . "
He sighed softly, shaking his head lightly and smiling.
"I'm beginning to sound more like a mother than a lover, and not at all like the vicious night predator so many people seem to think I am."
He looked up at her again, quizically, murmuring,
"So, that's the reason you wanted to meet with me? To warn me about this?"
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 3:07 pm
I suppose you could say that, she said, wrapping her arms around herself once more. To warn you, sure... about the possessions, at least... she looked out the window once more, seemingly preoccupied. And also... just that I don't know you, and tend not to trust those I don't know... so, Lucius Quinn, all I guess that's left to say is that I will not tolerate Tristian upset, and if you so happen to upset him, I will put an end to this relationship.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 3:41 pm
Nayuru pushed the door of the cafe open quietly. She looked around to see how many people were in. Seeing it barely full, she walked inside and went over to the counter, ordering a large iced mocha with whipped cream on top. Paying for the drink, she found an empty booth and sat herself down.
She set Din, her favorite porcelain doll, on the table. "It's...very quaint in here, isn't it Din?" she murmurred to the blond doll. Being a doll, Din just stared back at her maker with her green eyes. Nayuru smiled, took a sip of her iced mocha and stared dreamily off into space.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 4:18 pm
*wonders into the coffe house* Hello? um.....im new and was hopeing for a point in the right direction......
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 4:23 pm
*sighs* I guess not....*wonders back outside to be lost for a few more hours*
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Sammie the Cricket Slayer
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:11 pm
For the first time, he smiled, broadly, and even laughed softly. He held out a hand, a gesture much warmer and more open than any previously displayed,
"In that, Miss Ashili, we are in complete adn utter agreement."
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