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 Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:45 am
:: An Apple a Day? Not Enough! :: [ An Apple a Day? Not Enough! ]Aphismet has a cold so severe he's borderline delusional. Hopped up on cold meds, he drives himself and Rivener to the closest clinic he can find...
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 8:29 am
[[reserved for Aphismet/Alex date
(with Riv and Zul also together of course) ]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:27 am
:: Work Work Work! ::
A look at Rivener's dayjob “Here’s the blue you wanted,” Riv said smoothly as he floated back into the room, putting the small bottle on Dmitri’s work table. The Scorpion then offered a sultry smirk to the woman currently reclining in Dmitri’s chair; she was getting a beautiful lily tattoed on her ankle, and Dmitri had needed the blue. Riv was the assistant, so he’d fetched. The woman smiled right back at him, the light catching on her lip-ring.
Rivener knew he’d get a tip from her. He wasn’t the tattooist, he was just an apprentice, but he was charming and sexy and whenever people looked marginally interested in him he played it up as much as he could. It was a perfect chance to practice his charms, after all… After a few times of trying this, Rivener had also realized that it upped his chances of getting tipped. They’d only give a few bucks a shot, but it was more than enough for Riv to pay his cab fare should he need it. Most of the time he’d just fly home and keep the money for himself. Dmitri glanced over at the blue, noting the color code and grinning up at his protégé. “Good work, Riv. I’m almost done here with Jill, so you can go out front and keep an eye on the front shop for a while, ‘kay? Rose has been bugging me to borrow you for a bit to do that, she wants to go down the street and check out a sale or some such crap.” “Aww,” Jill whined from the chair, her petulant tones soon drowned out by the dull buzz of the needle. Riv smiled and winked at the girl before he got up and left the room. He was still pretty sure he’d get a tip.
The front of the shop was rarely busy, as people normally only came in to either make a tattoo or piercing appointment, or go through to the back rooms for their pre-scheduled body work. Most days no one came in other than that, and Rose was only there to make the bookings and keep an eye on the jewellery case, lest some street hoodlums rush in and steal it (along with the petty cash box under the counter). Since most tattooists got paid directly from the clients, there was no “cash register”. Everyone kept the money in the pockets, and it only came together at the end of the month when they all had to chip in to pay the rent and bills.
Rivener rather liked working the front shop. Between jobs, a lot of the tattooists would hang out here, chatting about anything that came to mind. As a matter of fact, Rose was not alone when Rivener waltzed in from the back. “Good evening ladies,” Riv offered the two women currently keeping Rose company. Tiff and Laurel turned to beam at Rivener with all the sultry appeal they reserved their male colleagues. The entire staff was on constant flirt-mode, although no one took it seriously at all. Like Riv, they seemed to view this place as a practice arena for the skill, flirting and carousing at every turn but then laughing and smacking each other in the shoulder when it ran on too long or got boring. It was therefore expected for Rivener to lean on the counter as he did, tilting his head and giving them his best bedroom stare. “Lucky me, in a room with all the best-looking chicks in the place. Dmitri’s gonna be jeaaaalous.”“Hmmm, it’s Kirsten who’s going to jealous she’s missing this. Pretty Scorpy, all to ourselves? Rrrawr.” Tiff giggled, always amused by the nickname she’d come up with for Riv. “Enough, enough,” Rose interrupted with a laugh, poking Tiff in the side. “C’mon, Dmitri must finally be letting us borrow Riv for a bit. Let’s not waste a minute, we gotta go to the store!” This announcement sent the three girls into a tizzy, all talking at once and jumping to their feet, all but rushing towards the door. It was rather weird watching three neon-haired, leather-booted, black-wearing chicks with multiple face piercing and tattoos skip around like little girls. Rivener chuckled and just let the women go without another word; he knew what sale they were most likely interested in… The punk outfitters nearby, “Fishnets”, was having a special. Riv figured he’d be stuck in the front shop for a good few hours.
He didn’t mind at all. The entire front “wall” of the shop facing the street was windows, so he could watch people walking by. And more importantly, they could watch him. Rivener smirked confidently at everyone, leaning forearms on the counter leisurely. People normally smiled back when they spotted him, and once in a while people would come in and keep Riv company for a little while, pretending to be interested in buying something. Riv didn’t mind that they weren’t really gonna buy; it was fun to talk to people. This street in particular was lined with punk and goth stores, as well as a few music digs and coffee places. Most folks that walked by fit into the same category of young adult: wearing stylish punk clothes, crazy-colored hair, and at least a few piercing and tattoos. Those that didn’t fit into this specific typecasting were damned close. All folks Rivener knew he’d get along with!
As he watched people go by, smiling, Rivener gave a deep, contented sigh. Who cared if he stayed an apprentice forever? The pay was s**t (he only got a small part of Dmitri’s pay when the man felt like sharing), but it was easy work. Rivener enjoyed working here! He got a few tips from time to time just for being a good distraction for folks while they were getting their ink done. That was enough for Riv, although at this rate he wouldn’t be paying back the debt to Aphi… Not that the chef seemed to mind anymore. Aphismet was simply proud that his ward was learning the value of a dollar by earning his own. Jill came out from the back, smiling at Rivener and interrupting his daydreams. “There you are, hot stuff! This is for you.” She slunk forward and slipped a five dollar bill into the Scorpion’s hand. “I hardly felt any pain while you were there. So sad that you had to go partway through.” She pouted prettily. Riv chuckled softly. “Sorry, Jill. You know I would have liked nothing better than to keep you company all day. So, show me the new ink!” Rivener didn’t have to pretend to be interested as he leaned further over the counter, peering down as Jill posed her ankle. The Scorpion never lost interest in seeing what people wanted to permanently draw on themselves. In this case, the lovely blue-and-purple flower wrapped around the side of Jill’s ankle very nicely, a small string of leaves and stems grasping around her limb to make it look like an anklet rather than a tattoo. “Very pretty! You have amazing taste,” Riv praised, smiling up at the woman.“You silver-tongued devil. I’ll be back in the future for sure, if you ever make Dmitri let you out from his shadow. Mwah, babe!” Jil sent Riv a flying kiss from her hand and skipped out. She was most likely eager to show her friends the new tattoo. Rivener just grinned after her and pocketed the money. Dmitri came out not long after, just as Riv expected he might. The man didn’t have any appointments booked after this one. “Good job today, bud. Here’s your cut.” A strong, tattoo-sleeved arm handed Rivener fifty dollars, which Riv pocketed along with his earlier tip. “…You’ve been here for a bit, now. Maybe you’re ready to try the needlework, hm? I’m NOT graduating you,” Dmitri amended with a grin as he saw the hopeful expression on his apprentice’s face. “We’re just going to start training you on the needles tomorrow. I got you a training skin, it’s kinda like leather. You can use that to try out a needle set, see how it moves and all that. You can try to ink on a few designs, and we’ll see if you’re skilled enough to be a full-time tattooist, alright?” “Sweet! I’m looking forward to it!”“Cool. So I’m gonna head off. I’d say you can go too, but you’re kinda stuck here til someone else takes over the front… Sorry bud.” Dmitri clapped the Sigel’s shoulder, carefully avoiding the sharp protrusions of wings. “That’s alright, I don’t mind at all. Have a good night, man, see ya tomorrow.”
Dmitri walked out, and Rivener watched him go down the street. It was nearly eight at night, the nightlife would be starting soon… That meant more people to watch, more outrageous outfits, and hopefully it also meant Fishnets would be closing soon. Rose and the girls would come back, and Rivener would be able to go home. Until then, though, Riv began looking through the tattoo designs. He had to choose a few to try out tomorrow! Excited, Rivener wondered if this would be his last test… He’d be a full-fledged tattooist soon!
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 8:27 am
:: Aphismet's Cookbook ::
Warm-You-Up Vegetable Soup
1 tbsp oil
1 tsp butter
1 large onion
1 package pre-cut mushrooms
2 cloves garlic, chopped fine
1 cup carrots, cut bite-sized
1 medium butternut squash, cut bite-sized
salt (to taste) [suggested: 1/2 tsp]
pepper (to taste) [suggested: 1 tsp]
1/2 tsp summer savory
1 tbsp tomato paste
2 quarts (8 cups) chicken stock
1 bay leaf
2 ears of corn (kernels only)
1 small can of peas, drained
1 small can of green beans, drained
1/2 head of cabbage, cut bite-sized -In a large pot over medium heat, melt butter in oil. Wait until butter is completely melted and a slight sizzling can start to be heard. -Add in onions and mushrooms, stirring to coat in oil and butter. (This prevents them from sticking!) -After one minute, add garlic, carrots, and butternut squash. Stir everything together. -After one minute, add salt, pepper, and summer savory. Stir well to distribute seasonings evenly. -Cook together, stirring occasionally, until the bottom of the pan begins to brown (should take roughly 4-5 minutes). Add Tomato Paste and stir well to coat vegetables. -Once vegetables are well-coated in tomato paste, add Chicken stock. Stir well to pick up all the tomato paste, as well as the brown bits at the bottom of the pot. Add the bay leaf and turn the heat to high. -Wait until stock boils, then cover the pot. Lower the heat to the lowest setting and simmer for 5 minutes. -After 5 minutes are up, add the corn, peas, green beans, and cabbage. Stir into the soup and put heat to high once more. -Once the soup boils again, cover and lower the heat again to its lowest setting. Simmer for 10 minutes. -Your soup is now done! Remove the bay leaf and dig in!
NOTES: If you have the time, this soup tastes even better if you use roasted vegetables! Simply coat the onions, carrots, squash and mushrooms with olive oil, summer savory, salt and pepper, and put them into a 400F degree oven on a baking sheet. Turn them every ten minutes until they are golden-brown; this should take around 30-45 minutes. Then put the roasted vegetables into the pot and proceed from "Add the Tomato Paste" step! (Although you will have to add the garlic at this step also, since it has not been added at the beginning).
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 6:31 pm
:: The Exorcists :: [ The Exorcists ]Rivener and Eiry set off on a rather important Quest: the research of Fletcher's Death! Hopefully it will be helpful in trying to exorcise the poor little crying ghost who is keeping Eiry up at all hours of the night...
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:16 pm
Lucia floats sneakingly up to the front door, rings the bell and floats as fast as possible back to the car leaving this right in front of the door: To see the surprise in your balloons, click here!
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:37 pm
:: Kiss Me Thrill Me :: [ Kiss Me Thrill Me ]Alex rushes to Aphismet's place to seek comfort after the horrible events at the Lab. One thing leads to another and Aphismet asks Alex to move in with the Delarans! Conversely to this happy moment, the Raevans are off getting infected from Zul... THIS IS A META PRP [infection stage]
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:36 pm
:: Toxic Work Environment
META PLOT SOLO RP
Rivener had felt weird ever since Zul came for that visit. His mood was all over the place. One minute he’d be happy as all get-out that Zul and Alex were moving in. The next minute he’d be eaten away by guilt by what he’d done to Eiry (for which Riv hadn’t even found the guts to apologize properly yet). The minute after THAT Riv was hateful and bitter and despised everyone and everything. As time passed, the mood swings lessened and Rivener found himself safely anchored in the “despising everyone” state of mind.
It had been five days now since he’d stung Eiry, and all Rivener could think was that the little brat deserved it for sticking his nose in Riv’s business. The Scorpion had begun to exert his muscle a little more at home, floating with his head held high, as though he owned the place. If Aphismet or Isikoro gave him any attitude or got in his way or looked at him wrong, Rivener glared and snarled at them, shoved at them, or threatened them.
The attitude didn’t improve when Rivener left home, and he’d been getting steadily worse at work. He couldn’t be left out in the front of the shop anymore, as his glares would scare off customers. Not to mention the way he always kept his wings up and poised as thought he was damned well ready to let someone have it the minute they annoyed him too much! Gone was the idea that the stingers and wings might be part of a quirky costuming fetish. Every regular customer now knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that those puppies were real. There was often a quick, staccato rustling sound around Riv, as his wings trembled with the effort to keep from stinging someone.
And to tell the truth, it was starting to hurt, which wasn’t helping Rivener’s mood. He’d never felt anything like it. His stingers were sore! He’d often summoned up poison from sheer frustration, the stuff seeping into his wings and ready to be delivered with deadly intent, but Rivener had held back. He’d never before wondered where that stuff went when he didn’t use it. Now he knew the answer: it went nowhere. It was still there in his wings, backing up, making the largest knuckles throb in a very uncomfortable way. It would be less frustrating if Rivener didn’t know EXACTLY what he needed to do to get that throbbing to stop: he needed to sting someone.“Riv, bud, can you get me a few more vials of black from the stock room, please?” Dmitri asked, not looking up from his work but waving a hand at his apprentice. Rivener’s rustle could be heard again as his wings raised, shivering with the need. Riv’s eyes narrowed to thin crimson slits. He HATED being ordered around by these powerless humans. Still, Riv vaguely remembered that it was his own choice to come here and work, so he huffed angrily and got up, turning and floating out, knocking the nearest framed poster off the wall “accidentally” with his wing. “Sorry,” he called over his shoulder, not sounding very sorry at all. He ignored how frustrated Dmitri had looked, and how afraid and uncertain the customer had looked.
“Stupid god-damned humans,” Rivener muttered as he crashed into the stock room by slamming the door open much more violently than he needed. With furiously flashing eyes he glared around, spotting the box of blacks and stalking over to it. He shoved his hand in and ripped out a half dozen small plastic vials. They looked so… weird. Why would anyone put these in their skin? Some weird substance that they didn’t know. Who knew what was done to these inks? Where’d they come from? What was in them? For all the dumb humans knew, they might be poisonous.
…Well there was an idea. Rivener grinned slowly, ruby eyes flashing with malevolent intent. Chuckling to himself, he closed the stock room door. He was going to get some relief.
Dmitri was glaring at Rivener by the time the Scorpion came back, but Riv couldn’t care less. He was smirking. His wings felt so much better. He’d only put a drop in each vial, but it had been enough to taint all the blacks, all the blues and greens, and half the reds. Riv couldn’t be sure what the toxin was anymore; it was a mixture of all the stuff he’d willed into being earlier that week, and while it must have lost much potency, Rivener still knew it would make all the customers who were infused with it very sick. For some reason, that thought made the Scorpion really REALLY happy. “Here you are!” he said, sneering. “Rivener, you’ve been acting really ******** weird lately, you took like an hour to get me just one vial of black-” “I couldn’t find them.”“-and to be quite honest you’re freaking out our customers. We’re losing business. Look, why don’t you just take some time off and come back when you’ve worked through whatever’s been bothering you.” Dmitri’s angry, reprimanding gaze disappeared as Rivener floated up to tower over the humans, wings spread wide. Riv’s claws hands flexed and the Scorpion bared his teeth. “Are you firing me?!”“No, n-no!! Just, come back when you’re… when you’re back to normal! Something’s up with you, we can all see it, so just take some time off, and come back-… I dunno, next week, okay?” Rivener sneered derisively at the tattooist, whose hands were lifted up to ward off any attack. Pathetic. As though any human could stop the powerful Sigel. With a final snort, Riv backed off and crossed his arms, spitting out his goodbyes. “Fine! I don’t need you freaky ******** anyway! …And by the way, you’re fat,” he pointed at Dmitri, “and that tattoo is going to look ******** stupid!” he concluded, pointing at the customer. Both stared at him with mouths agape, and he spun on his ribbon before floating out. Riv passed by Rose without saying goodbye, slamming the shop door as he left. Stupid god-damned humans, what the hell did they know! Acting weird. Riv was NOT acting weird! GOD he hated them!
…At least he could take pleasure in the knowledge that there would be LOTS of sick people in that shop later. The Scorpion smirked evilly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:42 pm
:: Asking for Advice ::
Ethan Blake calls Aphismet to discuss Vyn's peeling skin
an MSN short RP The businessman glanced at the contact list on his phone... He could go with a few options. There was the LAB's official number, the one he had called the night before, but he was reluctant to use that. It would probably mean paperwork at a later date - not that he minded the work... But his issues would go down on record and Ethan wasn't fond of appearing like a bad guardian on record. Second was Alex... The golden hearted woman had helped him on past occasions... He nearly called her - but underneath her was Aphismet. Upon reading his name he remembered that the scorpion had once mentioned something to do with skin peeling and without pausing he hit the call key. "Hello, Ethan Blake speaking. Can I speak to Aphismet if he's home?"
Aphismet had picked up the phone and answered with his customary bright "Hello?" The voice on the other side of the line was so somber and serious, with deep rich tones, that for a moment Aphismet suspected it might be a recording of some sort. That was quickly dispelled when the man introduced himself and asked to speak with him. "Oh! ah, y-yes, this is Aphismet! How can I help you, mister Blake?" Aphi was blushing even from home, unsure how to speak to the higher-echelon business man.
"Ah Aphismet... So glad you answered..." Ethan began, his formal tone fading somewhat. "Vyn's not been too well and I was wondering if I could come to you for advice." He sighed deeply and recited Vyn's symptoms from the night before... Aches and pains, itching, dull behaviour.. "But this morning most of them seem to have gone. But her skin is peeling. I would contact the LAB straight away, but I seem to remember Rivener mentioning his skin peeling. So you seemed most qualified to put my concerns to rest."
Aphismet blinked as he listened, his face scrunching in thought. Well yes, Rivener had indeed been shedding his skin, but that hardly seemed like something Vyn should be going through... "I don't know if I'm qualified to give advice or whatever, but I CAN tell you about what caused it for Riv... He's part Scorpion, see, and just like Cuddles used to do it seems like Riv sheds his old skin once a year. The first time it happened he was devastated but it went away on its own. The second time it happened, Rivener grew into a Sigel! So maybe it's got something to do with her growing, maybe?" Aphi wasn't so sure what would cause VYN to peel... she wasn't a Scorpion. Or a snake. Or anything that sheds skin. The only thing that might cause her to shed might be... "Uhm, is she feeding alright? I mean, if she's peeling, it sounds like petals falling off a flower, and that normally means she'd be wilting, right?" Aphi winced. That did not sound good.
Ethan frowned... Aphismet probably didn't know of Vyn's span of time where he hadn't eaten but his suggestion was sensible. However, it didn't quite click right with the evidence before the older man. If anything, the rose traits of the girl seemed stronger than ever, the bloom on her head was positively glowing with health. "I don't know.. I'd say that she's almost producing them in excess..." He mused both to himself and Aphismet. The possibility of her growth did send a trickle of excitement down his old spine. "The skin she peels is taking the form of petal you see. So perhaps it does have something to do with her soul. How long did Rivener's shedding take?"
"Rivener's shedding?" Aphismet pondered. "Hm, the first time he shed for close to a month, I think. Then one day it just stopped. The second time, he shed for a week or two, and then he changed. It was quite a shock. ...Although if Vyn seems healthy and is shedding petals in excess, then I've no idea what might be causing it! Flowers don't normally shed." The chef was baffled.
"Ahh, I see." Intoned the man, taking a few steps to look through the doorway into the living room where his charge was examining her new petals in the reflective surface of a tank. "I'll keep a firm eye on it." He said, returning to where the phone's hub was placed. "Thank you for the advice... I'll keep you informed if any changes occur?"
Aphismet smiled sheepishly. "Yes, please. I'm sure Rivener would want to know if anything happens to his little sister, as he calls her. And I'm sorry I couldn't be of much more help."
"No, it's fine.. You've put my nerves to rest at the very least. Goodbye Aphismet.." He said with genuine gratitude before the phone was put back onto the hub and the line disconnected.
Aphismet's nerves weren't as calm as the businessman's, but he said nothing of it. "Goodbye!" he answered back before they hung up. Was all of Raevankind going crazy?
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 8:15 pm
:: Lucia's Pre-Halloween Extravaganza :: [ Lucia's Pre-Halloween Extravaganza ]Rivener shows up to Lucia's part wearing a Spartan costume, and in his state of infection is definitely NOT thinking clearly. He acts strangely and is confronted by a protective Varun, who ends up getting his a** kicked by Riv before Vyn kicks him out of the house... [THIS IS A META ORP] :: Not a Wise Decision :: [ Not a Wise Decision ]Right outside the doors to the party, Melisande holds up Rivener with a song... Could their differences be patched? [THIS IS A META PRP]
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 8:16 pm
:: Who Do You Call :: [ Who Do You Call ]Prajna and Namini come to the Delaran house to seek advice on Prajna's condition, but instead Rivener molests the poor Frei and stings it. [THIS IS A META PRP]
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 11:17 am
:: Nighttime Emissions ::
A Metaplot Solo Rivener was becoming more and more uncomfortable. As days passed and he got more aggressive, his stingers would fill with poison and have nowhere to go, causing him much discomfort. Rivener had taken to stinging a teddy bear he'd found in the attic, bringing the hapless thing to his room and setting it in his bookcase. After a few days of the rough treatment, the stuffing had turned into a moldy, damp mass of mixed toxins. It smelled slightly of arsenic and sulfur and old cotton, and its sewn face had this crestfallen look about it. Rivener hated the damned thing as much as he hated everything else recently.
THIS was new, though. Rivener awoke this morning to find his bed damp in a few spots. He frowned as he touched, wondering what the hell could have caused it. Was he bleeding anywhere? ...no. Was the ceiling leaking anything? ...no. The only obvious answer would have been Eiry's pranks, and that would earn him another violent beating at Rivener's hands.
Luckily for the ghostly Sigel, the REAL answer revealed itself a second later. Rivener felt something strange crawl up inside his wing, like a warm trickle of poison, but he hadn't called it into being... He glanced over at the wing in question, blinking in confusion, and watched as half a teaspoon of random poison seeped from the stinger, dripping to the blankets in a damp spot.
"...What the hell?!" Riv swore, frowning. He blushed slightly, although he couldn't tell why. It felt good to just let the poison come out like that, instead of building up endlessly... But for some reason it felt like he was one of those kids who wet their bed. Embarrassed, Rivener growled and floated off his bed, yanking all the sheets up and balling them tightly before he floated down to the laundry room. He didn't meet anyone on the way, than god... Rivener didn't want to explain himself.
Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he felt another trickle go up his other wing, and a small amount of venom seeped to the hardwood floor while Rivener watched, appalled. He shoved his blankets down and soaked up the spot, hurrying to the laundry room.
s**t, what do I do? Already another dose was tickling up his wings, threatening to drip. Riv groaned in frustration and grabbed the nearest washcloth, wrapping it around the guilty stinger. He grabbed another cloth and did the same to his other wing. He looked stupid, but it was better than leaking all over the house. Riv set his blankets to wash with a grumble, crossing his arms and heading back upstairs. He had to find a way to stop this from happening, or he was simply not going to leave his room again.He passed Aphismet on the way back up, and the chef grinned at his charge. "Are you doing laundry?" he asked brightly, thinking that perhaps his Sigel had worked past his recent moodiness. That misconception was quickly righted as Riv shoved past without even locking eyes, knocking Aphi into the nearby wall none too gently.
"Shaddap!" Riv barked as he disappeared into his room.Aphismet's smile fell, but he frowned in confusion. ...Why had Rivener been wearing washcloths on his wings?
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 6:35 pm
:: Up in Smoke :: [ Up in Smoke ]Aphismet gets a call from Ebony and rushes to her aid along with Alex and Zul. Rivener comes along as well and finds himself the unwitting victim of Cordelia's attacks! The infection even pushes both Zul and Riv into fighting one another, and Rivener stings his beloved! [THIS IS A META PRP]
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:45 pm
:: Desperate Search :: [ Desperate Search ]Yuurei comes to the Delaran house in the hopes that Lucia would be there, and the two males help her look in the nearby Cemetary. Lucia is indeed found, although not by any of their looking. The kitten attempts to seduce Rivener again and in his state of infection the Scorpion sees no problem with indulging... [THIS IS A META PRP]
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