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 Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:31 pm
They wouldn't love me if they knew what I look like...
The Priestess blinked at Panda. Somehow she... hadn't expected such a cutting reaction, especially as she'd been half talking to herself. She'd known he could be blunt and gruff, but... he'd never been anything but sweet to her personally.
"D-don't say that about Jessie..." she whispered, even as she understood the irony in that she'd been the one to complain first. Quickly standing up, she took a few steps forward, worry evident on her face. "Panda... did I say something to upset you...?"
...Beneath these robes, and this dye, and this stupid fancy title.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:04 pm
Alexi continued to play her violin, sitting on the windowsill in that empty room. Every once in a while, she thought she heard a few people down the hall, but she couldn't be sure. Eventually she'd get up to explore more, she told herself. But for right now, this was nice.
((Ugh, short, boring post ><))
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 5:06 pm
 Pain. It was all Feline could comprehend amidst dreams of scarred beasts grinning before tearing her brain to shreds. The areas that normally held her magical reserves were raw and throbbing with every beat of her heart. A slight moan escaped her lips as her hands twitched restlessly on the bed. She was searching through the pain and once Feline found what she was looking for she held onto it. The link she had made between herself and Gwarn was still there and her energy was still moving along it to help him bolster his reserves. It was solid and glowed with a warmth that made the rest of her pain bearable. Feline mumbled something unintelligible and with another moan curled up into a ball on her side, instinctively facing toward the bed that Gwarn was laid out on. Her conscious was fading in and out of darkness. The only constant was the link and the energy flowing out of her. In her more coherent times she realized that she wouldn’t be as bad off if she cut the link and focused on mending her magical channels, but something in her knew that the pain she was in was worth it to help Gwarn.
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 10:11 pm
To her relief, he appeared to have calmed down quite a bit. It seemed like she had just been looking into things too much--a habit that had stuck with her for as long as she could remember. How she could mistrust her superior, her Captain, someone who's shown nothing but affection for her ever since they met... it was a horrifying thought.
Despite that, Coline regarded him with a slight smile. "That we do." she answered. She strolled over to the bathroom and plucked a toothbrush, still contained in its packaging, from the bathroom's medicine cabinet and strolled right back outside. "Here," she said, planting the thing into Jessie's hand, hesitating briefly before she spoke again. "You can use this. I'll ask the Priestess to keep it, after we leave. Just in case you decide to visit again."
Something was telling her that wouldn't be the case, however, knowing how deeply he despised the Priestess' cooking. It was a silly thing to say. "I... I'm going to clean up. The room, I mean." she averted her gaze. "If you'll excuse me..." With that Coline released her hold on the drow's enclosed hand, and made hurried steps towards her room. Yes, tidying up would make for a nice distraction.
((If this turns out to be a double-post, that means Gaiarch farted. >3>))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 7:01 am
"Being chased by a mob of pitchfork-wielding humans chanting
'Burn the drow, burn the drow, burn the drow...'"
The need to kiss her washed over him as Coline looked away - in embarrassment? But what did she have to be embarrassed about? - with her head tilting subtly, eyes cast down and lips parted ever so slightly as she searched for the words she wanted to say next. The connection between them severed painfully, suddenly; her hand pulled away like a life-giving artery being shorn in two. He turned to watch her as she went, her brilliant light never fading as she moved further down the passage until disappearing through the doorway all too soon.
Jessie was left to stand by himself, numb as if their separation were an actual injury. The packaging in his hand became tangible - he glanced down at the cardboard and plastic encasing the red-handled brush and headed into the bathroom, yanking it open carelessly. The emptiness travelled with him.
Sigh - Coline. She was so... so beautiful in her timidity, so perfect in her unease. Yet it was all he wanted for her to be comfortable around him. How could she, though? He wouldn't expect it of her. It would obviously take so much more time than they'd already had for her to trust him, especially if he kept falling apart and... ugh. The memories of the week before made him cringe over the basin, a second drow mirroring his anguish perfectly on the front of the cabinet.
He had to keep giving. He needed to show her exactly what she meant to him, what he wanted from her - which was just her, herself. There was no concept of cost and deficit applicable here. He'd finally found the person to whom he could give all of his heart; someone to whom he could offer a life of security and love. By god, something would be damned if he passed it up.
His thoughts from the cave returned. If she was going to trust him, he needed to tell her all of this himself. No - wait. Damn. There was the question of finding a balance between his sincere emotions and coming on too strongly - frightening her away. He gave a small, frustrated sigh, spitting out the final mouthful of white foam and reaching for the tap. Well, he'd done alright so far, hadn't he? Excluding certain occassions, his charm hadn't really let him down. As much as he hated to admit it, his upbringing had yet to prove detrimental in that way - you had to be a socialite back home, and it translated surprisingly well into human society. A good way to start had to be, as he'd wanted to earlier in her room, to confront her obvious anxiety about what had happened the week before. As long as that barrier stood between them things couldn't advance, and it would be the perfect way for him to make known his intentions in a manner that wouldn't push her away.
He used the toilet and washed his hands, carefully folding the towel back into place on the rack after drying. Then, the man made his way back to Coline's room, stopping outside of the door in order to knock. Even though he'd only just come out of there, he was still an intruder... and it always paid to be polite, anyway.
"...Puts most other things that have happened in your life
into a kind of perspective." (( I quite like this post because I think I managed to tie the subtle strings of thought about this whole thing throughout the week together. I hate it when things happen and are just left stuck in a single post with no correlation to anything that happened before or after - I think this has worked all the instances together well o3o ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 5:06 pm
 I am gone from my home, my world...
In spurts of semi-consciousness, Gwarn could see a few of the simple things that had happened from his rash decisions. He was laying in a bed, close, up against the wall, a few feet to the left of the door. With a small bit of control he had spotted Fel, across a three or four foot gap, curled up on a bed. She was seemingly in pain, much sicker than he was. He could feel her as well, somehow, her presence pulsing, her energy flowing meekly.
To him. He groaned, unable to do anything. He wanted her to stop. He could take the effects of this, he simply needed rest. He didn't know how much she would have been hurt by the lost connection. She certainly was worse off, and she was putting herself in more danger than she would have been regardless.
"St-stop..." he managed, before slipping back out of the realm of reality.
But it is really gone from me?
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 5:41 pm
Do I control the blades in my hands?
So it was that Storm sat there, on the tall wooden stool, for a good long time, watching the Rakshasa. It slipped in and out of the waking world, too groggy to perceive much. The attending acolytes that at times served as nurses brought him some food, but he barely nibbled at it, leaving it on an end-table to his left. His stool was between the two beds, The gray creature against the wall, The other it had brought in, divided from the next bed over by a whit curtain, a privacy wall.
It was a very sterile environment, the white curtains, fresh linen and spotless floors.
He sat and thought for a good while. Perhaps an hour, perhaps only twenty minutes, before thoughts were drawn to present events.
Cressa, the properly un-courtable drow.
Jessie, leaving off his responsibilities and doing anything for Coline.
Panda and Lorika, in the study.
And then Sarevok, Cespenar and the infernal pocket plane.
He picked each apart thoroughly.
Cressa was Wild, impetuous and completely care free, thinking only about the now. Something in her attracted him. It wasn't just her body, though that was of prime consideration. She was a free spirit, able to simply walk away from things she didn't want to deal with. Yes, that was it. Storm had always been a slave to his obligations, responsibilities. She showed him that Life was meant to be lived.
But, she was gone now, for who knows how long.
Bhaal.... How can I miss a person I just met so?
Then there was Jessie. How long would he simply shrug off his job? He was under contract, for the love of Tyr. He hired idiots for guards, neglected the training grounds and his job as combat instructor, and was off with Coline. He had met her perhaps a couple of weeks ago, and he was falling all over himself. The selfish lack of control he had. He spent thousands of gold on clothes, so much Storm had a hard time believing any woman could wear in a lifetime.
And he is here to teach us discipline....
And then, on a much less negative note, was Lorika and Panda. Since he came to the temple and given his service to her, he had not seen her smile once. But in Panda's study, she had actually enjoyed herself. Mirroring that was Panda, who normally had a notorious lack of patience for people, especially ones in his study.
I will have to apologize for 'poofing' up in there earlier...
Then there was the matter of his half brother. his previous life. Sarevok was a brutal, bloodthirsty, b*****d, and He would never be anything else. The man had shown no remorse for any of his actions. The act of murder actually appealed to him. To lose himself to become the new god of murder. And Cespanar, the tiny demon bound to serve him. Certainly he couldn't simply leave the little imp in there. Then a thought occurred to him. It was quite possible, that Cespanar, being potentially as good at transmutation, alchemy and creation as he said he was, would be able to change his appearance using the right materials. Then he would definitely be able to travel outside of the... the disturbing piece of hell Storm had access to.
I will go back then, in the morning when the relief guard comes.
Adequate punishment for Jessie's abhorrent lack of self control?
No, forget thoughts of malice. They will darken you till the point of no return.....
Or do they control me?
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:56 pm
 If a diety created all that is...
As he approached where she had been, nearly running somebody over in the process, he called, "Hey Evelyn, did you know that a tachyon cannot go slower than the speed of light?...or so we think..." No, he wasn't referring to himself in the third person, something he planned to do someday, but it is a theorized fact of science with no applications thus far.
He then recalled that nobody he had met thus far understood such things, and amended the mistake by closing the book and looking around -though not before secreting the book in a robe pocket-
His lookings brought him to an unwanted scene...Panda...thankfully leaving, or so he hoped. Regardless of the Spellcasting teacher's actions, Xeiashi began backing away, until only his blue hair was visible behind a bookshelf, and that disappeared shortly after....wouldn't all writers be dieties of their own worlds? -Xeiashi Zakariz((question to myself...where in my screwed-up mind did I make Xei terrified of Panda...I'll need to think up a backstory for that...any help guys?))
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:11 pm
((maybe you saw him in the war. He was in S.I.N after all))
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:37 pm
((hmm...I did not know that....thanks for handing me a plausible backstory!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 4:31 am
(( Hurrayyy! Or maybe Xeiashi just has some deep issue with authority figures? ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:44 am
 Evelyn  Evelyn smiled at Xeiashi's approach, and perhaps even more so at his mention of tachyons. Subatomic particle were fascinating after all. But before she could respond, he disappeared. "Garçon?" she questioned the empty air. Then she realized what had scared him. That god-awful man. Screaming around like he owned the place. Oh, this was too much. Not only had Panda prevented Evelyn from getting Xeiashi immediate medical attention when he needed it, now Panda was scaring Xeiashi. She moved behind the bookcase to Xeiashi and in her most serious soft voice asked him, "Garçon, do you want me to take care of it? It may get louder for a moment, but when he realizes that his students can hear him, his pride will kick in."{{Evelyn's scared of him too. But that's only because she thought he was going to kill her. She may talk tough and throw things, but she's scared as a mess.}}
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:45 am
(( ;3; *patpats evelyn* ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 3:14 pm
Panda turned back to Lorika with a small smile " Sorry. He just rubs me the wrong way sometimes, that's all. Don't mind half the things I say when I'm angry. Most of it isn't true. He's a good man in his own way" He said opening the door and walking out.
When she stood up, he saw her expression change, and he couldn't help but blame himself. " What? How on earth could you have come to that conclusion? There's no way anything you say can upset me. It's just the situation. Speaking of......we need to go." He said, reaching out and grabbing her hand, pulling her out and closing the door with a click.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 6:25 pm
If a diety created all that is... "No, I'll get over it by myself...eventually. I think its just residual...nervousness? fear? advanced dislike?...I have no clue, but it definitely comes from the war. Besides, I'm not going to force my problems onto you. Someday soon, I'll devote an hour or so to think about this, and afterwards...I dunno, but I'll have reasons." Xeiashi replied, much more at ease with the Panda of S.I.N. fame out of the room.
"In the meantime, do you have any idea what's going on? I was in the middle of...err...-and here he needs to check the characters on the front of his stashed book- Advanced Particle Physics when I was rudely interrupted by life. Now it has my attention, and I guess it'd be best to listen, ya?" He added as he began to head for the door....wouldn't all writers be dieties of their own worlds? -Xeiashi Zakariz (will elaborate later...methinks?)
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