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 Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 7:00 am
"I'm not sure," Scion said confused. That made no sense and why had Mark looked at Peregrine? He glanced back at the angel then the demon leaving. "What ever it was..I don't think is going to end well..” He pushed his plate away appetite deserting him to dwell in his thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 9:39 am
Aaaand, unfortunately that hadn't done anything at all to make him feel remotely better. Being in the company of someone else in the dark wasn't exactly the joy-ride he'd hoped it might be. Eden's shoulders sunk somewhat as he watched Scion with dark eyes slightly narrowed. Whatever... had passed here... domestic troubles? Why then would Peregrine be involved? Who was that demon? Besides bad news, that was. "Are you done?" he mumbled tentatively, fingers flickering towards the plate, unsure of how to respond to the mess but desperately wanting to be productive, if he couldn't be any help.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 11:31 am
Scion blinked and gave an small smile. "Sorry about that..but if they are so worried about Alex they could just request Vain to find him. That is his gift the ability to trace people's aura." He leaned over and picked up a nacho and sigh. "Is there a way to have this wrapped?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:08 pm
Eden wasn't going to be the one to say it - but the way he'd heard the message... neither Peregrine nor the demon were particularly worried about the other person in question. ...A little freaky. Something he didn't want to get involved in. Not in the least. He raised a hand and asked a passing waiter to bring a box, settling back down from the order back into the uncomfortable frowning. "Just make sure he doesn't go trying that trick around me..." he mumbled.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:13 pm
"He probably can't find you. The only way he knows Alex aura is because they are from a different world..unless you came from Alex, Marks, and Peregrines world Vain can't track you unless he touches you or has something of yours." Scion eyes closed.
He had noticed that Marks wasn't worried but the demon didn't worry. He doubted Marks cared for anyone but Marks. Like Li Po but not as intresting. Peregrine wouldn't worry because well that was the angel. "I like Alex; I thought he left because he wanted to." Maybe he would have Vain check on Alex.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:24 pm
Eden frowned a little - well, that explained the familiarity between Peregrine and that demon. But that wasn't what he'd meant and he shook his head in clarification, "No," he mumbled, "It's - I'm... I don't have an aura." Mumble muble. "Kind of... cancel things out. Dunno why."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:30 pm
Scion blinked in surprise. "You don't have a aura?" Strange what Vain explained it was a mix of soul and spirit. The animation of the body and personality. Well he was actually searching for aura left behind because spirit left an aura. "That is ummm odd." The fox blushed slightly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:44 pm
"That's a nice way of putting it," Eden muttered, cheek resting on one hand now as he glanced between Skittles and the door. It was, however, the only reason he was employed here. Even if it had made him a freak for most of his life. At least he didn't have leprosy. Though some magic-types tended to act like he did, seeing as they couldn't pull off spells and the like when he was nearby. Ambrose, on the other hand, found that boundlessly useful.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:01 pm
"I guess it could be useful. If Vain couldn't find you with his track magic then I guess most mages can't use magic against you..maybe even around you." Scion paused. "But then I guess you will not be able to use magic and devices would be dead around you.."
Scion stopped talking and flushed. "I'm so sorry, I was rambling about something I shouldn't have rambled about." Most of that had been spectilation from the books he had been reading.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 8:08 am
Eden's shoulders rolled in a manner that was less uncomfortable than before and was instead... merely guarded, though not quite defensive. "Your rambling's no different from anyone else's," he shrugged, "Not like anybody knows why - they could probably figure out ways to get around it if they did, so that's not so bad." The unspoken barely taking form in his mind, as he didn't even really conceptualize it himself - that if the root could be understood he might know the extent, and... and... well, why him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 11:59 am
"True..well I best get going before I end up on some list with a portrait saying mad or something." Wait he still needed the box for his food. "Once I get everything wrapped up." Sigh, he really should get going before Vain worried or the voices came back in force and caused him to do something he would regret.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 5:15 pm
And to speak of the devil the waiter delivered the box, almost directly on the mark of Scion's last syllable. Eden's head canted to the side slightly in a rare moment of whimsical consideration. So he was a magic null, right? Guess that didn't discount serendipity or fortunate chance. Which was a good thing.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 7:35 am
How do you pack nachos? Scion eyed his plate in amusement reaching over to pocket the orange before tipping the chips into the box. There. He pressed the lid down into the nich and stood. "Goodbye Eden." He gave a polite bow, box and told and strolled out.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 5:04 pm
A slow easy striding pace, relaxed and at ease as they came closer to the establishment in question. Smoke amethyst moved slowly, lingering on faces assessing danger and moved on never allowing the bouncy rave dressed creature get out of sight.
Skittles had dressed for a rave which they had visited and tired off, black leather pants, black fish nets complet with multi color glow sticks in neo colors, the obi was the only familair part of his usuall outfit and then there was the fans. They where partly open showing a lenght of soft dark silk and flashing silver as the little fox's hips moved so enchantingly.
Blah what was he looking at his charges slender delis-bad thought, bad thought. Vain shook his head, running his hand though his hair and pulled the causual sweat shirt hood back over his features. He walked towards M'lady's Malady and up the steps in a ground eating stride closesly followed by the bouncing fox and stepped inside.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 6:22 pm
Now perhaps it was very much a deep-seated sense of self-preservation that declared the necessity of scoping out a territory for all its niches and other troublesome quirks before making a grander entrance to those that might recognize him for more than a fantastically dressed ('fantastically' employed in all meanings of the word, from gloriously pretty to mind-bogglingly off-key) but the man currently answering to Bram Stoker (when he deigned to answer at all) preferred to call the deep-seated sense a duty more than anything so crass and instinctual. If it had been put upon him to take a solemn vow to ensure the safety of all those who might trespass through this land he most certainly would have--well, to be entirely honest--which he never was, so it was, perhaps, best to leave it at that.
Especially given that he'd indicated quite pointedly to Wolfe that he would be the one leading the investigation, having more experience what with all. Much to the boy's surprise. Which, coupled with the boy's surprise at his appearance and presence--though admittedly not with the particulars of his personality at the specific moment (the reaction to those latter was really something more like shellshock)... Not precisely what he might've hoped for, perhaps, but not necessarily unfortunate.
And then there'd been a dash and glimpse of uncalled for and unprecedented familiarity - M'lady Malady? How completely compelling. To catch sight of the glimmer - perhaps the echo - of the quondam nerve center of so many woes and ill-conceived wiles was something one simply didn't let alone with good conscience. Thus into the murk of mysterious replication did they wander, the boy seemingly all the worse for wear - but all things considered, by this Bram just hadn't been moved by.
And it was the part about him being here here that really kind of freaked the here straight out of Wolfe. The here in him before being the sense of being where he was when he was there and now that was just completely gone because whenever Bram showed up you didn't have straightforward you had mangled and maudlin and more manic than he'd ever wanted to be but couldn't help against anyway because it was just--it was just Bram.
How was he going to--someone had to--why hadn't anyone noticed--something--something like a drink or a sit or somewhere quiet or somewhere unbelievably loud where things could be drowned instead of echoing into stark reality of shimmer and glide and clipped accents and yes this is true and damnit it hurt not to think straight again. Something--something had to work, something had to--
"Here," he mumbled in what was almost a doom-filled admittance - better surely than Bram should want to be here than anywhere else perhaps, it would give him time to put things together (maybe hopefully cross fingers and wish or pray whichever comes easier) and then he'd maybe be able to figure out some way to tell someone without it being a problem - only it was a problem and--and--and of course here had to be so achingly familiar as alliteration, the echoes of all things gone away in ways he'd not wanted them to go but gone nonetheless and now back in some painful whisper of a way - M'lady Malady, home of the free to wither.
As they entered, Bram in all typical glorisome arraignment of sheer force of personality - not to mention the help of those wings burning with the suggestion of very real danger and immolation - Wolfe in atypical and acutely reversed dull acceptance of the inevitable worst, it was the latter who caught sight of new recognition in the midst of old, something to break through the darkened vision of echoes and things too far gone to catch - Skittles and Vain, guests from when he'd been away but still lingering on the edges of general knowledge and within the ever expanding Townhouse itself (when had there been so few of them? he remembered those days when he'd been the loudest noise--) and he knew, to misfortune, that as soon as his own pale eyes had focused upon them the only logical response for his miniature misfortune of a grandsire would be to zero in on them as well.
.......it was better than others they could've met here, or anywhere.
It had indeed been a moment of curious clarity for Bram when Wolfe's eyes narrowed in the manner of a wisening, once winsome and slowly awakening child - recognition, to be concise. At a pair clearly marked to and for each other, though beyond that Bram had no recollection of their respective entities - which was to say that they stood out to him only in manner of poise and posture, not in peculiarity of appearance.
"Here," soft, clean-cut accent brushing the echo deceptively gentle into the air between them, as the newly adorned phoenix spent short shrift in approaching the two fellows of Wolfe's apparent acquaintance.
For his part, Wolfe held back and beyond, far enough away to be distanced but too close yet to be anything but the companion of the shining phoenix he'd accompanied into M'lady's.
Abandoned to his own devilish devices, Bram approached the two from behind, ever paused a moment's step back with elegant hands clasped neatly just beneath folded wings, small smile of curling self-amusement adorning lips not-yet-wicked but not unbelievably so, should the situation deem it so.
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