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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 7:55 pm
((I'm pretty sure it's all fixed. At least, it seems to be everywhere I post. Is there anyone still experiencing issues?))
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:12 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 3:48 pm
~Lorentz | Лоренц. As he took his place on the settee beside Madam Usagi, Walenty played with the random idea of whether or not his mum and the madam would get along well. But, it was only a thought; it would probably never be mentioned to either of them. The boy had never understood females very well and this settee was only one of the things he could gather a hunch from. His mum's praises of the dainty and elegant print pattern of the cherry blossoms was already so vivid in his mind, even if he had never heard the words from her at all. The blonde grinned at his mother's predictability and crossed his right leg over his left knee. Just at breakfast that morning, she had told him that she was going out to do more furniture shopping. It was an old hobby of hers to collect house accessories, even when their home was filled to the brim with more than enough wardrobes, mirrors, loveseats, and everything else imaginable. Her favourites seemed to be chairs and beds. "I love the frames! And the materials that were used to make the cushions! Oh, and pillows to go with the bed are nice, too! They're all so very plush and well made!" Shopping with that woman was always a nightmare for the boy. Trying to persuade her that you don't need your twenty-sixth bed was harder than it sounds.
While he overheard Madam Usagi requesting the camera reroute, the boy took a quick glance around at his new surroundings. A quaint minibar was nearby as well as a few gaming systems. They never held too much interest for the teenager. However, that pool table stuck out in his search like a sore thumb. It wasn't that it interested the boy as much as the other things did, he just remembered that he had always sucked at playing it against his father. Needless to say, if he were challenged in a game of pool, he'd most likely have his a** handed to him. Grimacing, Walenty turned to the television that was flickering to life in front of them.
The camera was positioned before one of the most vibrant haired people he had ever seen in his life. And one of the most serious looking. If he were in the room himself, the boy would have had a severe case of goosebumps. He was already put on edge, and that was only from watching him from another room! The tense atmosphere reminded the blonde of a few business men he had to put up with in the past few years.
As the redhead flipped over an unknown type of card, Madam Usagi explained his name and his 'gift'. But.. third eye? And just what the hell was that? As much as he could see, Walenty could only find two eyes on Othello. Now here was something that the boy didn't know about! And it most definitely made him curious. Loads of questions popped into his head, mainly 'What is the gift of the third eye?' and 'How are the cards associated with this gift?' From what he could hear on the description of the last two cards, High Priestess and the Chariot sounded like things relating to fantasy. Is that what this was all about? Was it made up? Science-fiction?
And it's over? Just like that? The man was already putting away those cards. But, when he looked back up from a small pause, it was like his entire personality took an abrupt change. He had the brightest smile that the teenager had ever seen in his whole life and his demeanor suddenly seemed all too child-like. And, oh God was he cute. Like a delicate doll of sorts with the clearest of blue eyes. Besides these features, his wide smile seemed to be so.. welcoming. Friendly. Not saying Walenty was becoming attracted to the man. Oh, no. It was hard for the boy to find anybody attractive. It was just easier for him to always go along his merry ole' way.
Speaking of being attracted to somebody, what the hell was this? The piano player? Sonnen? Well. He was definitely attracted to said blue-eyed boy. It was just embarrassing to watch this. With a cough, the scarf was brought back up to the blushing face as he turned to the side. This didn't seem to be meant for his eyes. But regardless of this small event that was taking place before him and the Madam, Othello seemed to be a rather cheery person when he wasn't giving people goosebumps. This cheerfulness might actually bring Walenty out of his usual slumps and up into some better moods. Being stuck around a load of business people and cranky maids tended to make one feel a bit 'bleh' at times.
This man, Othello... He wanted to be Othello's friend. Try to be, anyway. He knew about things that held Walenty's interest. And perhaps he could show him what the cards were and what the whole third eye ordeal was about. Hell. The blonde knew he could tell him. There wasn't a 'perhaps' needed in that.
His attention was turned over to Madam Usagi. What in the world did she think of this? Putting the thought aside for just a moment, he brought up what was more important at the time. A slender finger lowered the top of the scarf as he asked, "Is it okay if I peek at this man's files?" A smile flit up to his pink lips. "He seems to be a nice individual." Oh, geez. If he could wish for anything at this time, he really wished that Madam didn't link this comment to the incident that was happening onscreen. That would be the last thing he would ever wish to have a Companio- no, a friend for.(( My posts are getting shorter and shorter.
-Facepalmfacepalmfacepalm.- )) .В. Киева | W. Kieva~
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:48 pm
Nileregwen DoUrden BLacKeMoSAdneSS ((Oh... and in response to Nilergwen DoUrden (Sorry, I can't find the post so I can't quote it... gonk ) It's supposed to be "shini" since it's Shini Teishi. Shini, as you probably already know, is Death. So yeah... I thought it would be cool to put "Death" right before his name for no real purpose what-so-ever....)) (((OOC: But "Shini" isn't death. "Shi" is death. ( 死 - し - death) "Ni" is a particle, usually in reference to time or place (Watashi wa yuubinkyoku ni ikimashita. - I went to the post office.). Granted "Ni" also means "two" and "Shi" also means "four"... but yeah. "Ni" works in the particle form for... destination, location, indirect object, time, and purpose. You could use "Shine" ( しね) for basically if someone was yelling, "DIE!". Take "Shinigami" for example. Everyone knows it means "God of Death", but the "Ni" is acting as a particle for the purpose. In this case "Shi" is meaning "death" and "Gami" (which should technically be "Kami" (god) but if you say it "Shinikami" it sounds like "Shinigami" and so the word mutated linguistically) is meaning "god". The "Ni" particle literally makes the word to mean "God for the purpose of Death" or "God of Death". OH... and... yeah... I didn't save any of my posts. I mean, I write them in word in case gaia eats it or my internet crashes... but I don't actually save them... gomen...))) OOC: Oh.. my bad. Stupid half brother.....
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:39 pm
H i k a r u - G a l i a n d e r-O t h e l l o  Much like the delivery of Sonnen's note a man of smaller stature walked from the hallway, with a small disk in his fingers. He glanced towards the boy whom had requested the disk and placed it down on the coffee table before him. He looked down at him and bowed slightly as he presented the disk and explained it's functions. ( See Sonnen's Profile). He stepped back and bowed before he glanced towards the Madam with an expression asking if there was anything else he needed to attend to before he departed.
[(Othello's Profile For Lorentz )]
[( The Contents )]
Alias: Othello; Not the game the Mythology Othello. The play’s protagonist and hero. A Christian Moor and general of the armies of Venice, Othello is an eloquent and physically powerful figure, respected by all those around him. In spite of his elevated status, he is nevertheless easy prey to insecurities because of his age, his life as a soldier, and his race. He possesses a “free and open nature,” which his ensign Iago uses to twist his love for his wife, Desdemona, into a powerful and destructive jealousy
Name: Hikaru Dominic Galiander
Age: Twenty
Birthday: December Seventh
Languages: Japanese, English, and Korean
Talents: The ability to use and harness the "third eye". His main form of practice is Tarot Card Readings, as well as some crystal ball work. He is rather good at giving messages and release bent up Chakra. He can do minor premonition work, but his main act is Tarot card readings of all kinds. Also minor tea skills. (Making/Serving Tea)
Medical conditions: Minor breathing problems.
Restrictions: Othello refuses to use his power for evil. I don't like predicting things for people who are just going to use me for Lotto numbers. I can see the future to a point but I likes to feel like Robin Hood. I won't make the Rich, Richer, but make the Poor Rich.
Short bio: Is a Military Brat and born on a Naval battle ship on the dock side of England. I was raised American till I was about Ten when I moved in with my grandmother and started learning the ways of the Japanese. I am a practicing Shinto, and are very dedicated to my religion. I attended Kinder-garden I believe it's called through High School graduation where I graduated valedictorian. I got a scholarship to Tokyo University where I worked to get my first year degree in Astronomy, I developed an interest in Tarot cards when I started my final year of High School and have been loyal since. I worked in a restaurant for several years and almost mastered tea making.
Signature: Hikaru D. Galliander
[( Profile End )]
[( Add what you need down here, I am not sure what the Madam would have in his folder beside his info, like Sonnen had sound clips and pictures. I am not sure what you want Thello to have. )]
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 10:05 am
(( Um, I'm sorry, but, I don't understand how I'm supposed to decide what's in Othello's profile.
He isn't my character..
What's in there is what's in there. It's your decision, I think. )) sweatdrop 
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 2:28 pm
[( Well not you but Drakie. I am not sure what the Madam wants in there. )]
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 4:09 pm
(( Ooh. Okay.
Thanks for clarifying. xD; ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 9:13 pm
((*still waiting for something to happen* D: ))
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 11:28 pm
BLacKeMoSAdneSS OOC: Oh.. my bad. Stupid half brother..... (((OOC: I just like helping in the Japanese area, hehehe. AND... GOMEN NASAI MINNA-SAN! I'm soooo sorry everyone! I've got writer's block at the moment... seriously! I mean like, I'm fine with EVERYTHING else... but what to do for Aya... *cries* I LIKE THIS RP! WHERE IS MY BRAIN?! *sighs* So I'm still working on my post. I've got the Tel one with a couple words typed under it for mine but... I just can't focus right or something... I swear, it'll be posted tomorrow. I just... my brain went POOF! And for some reason all my mind is wanting to RP/Write is a troublemaker... and Aya isn't that! GOMEN NASAI!!!!!!!!!)))
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:32 am
(((no worries nile. i prefer good posts over forced ones, take your time ^.^)))
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 7:32 pm
~ 理 Aya ~
With a smirk and a wink, Tetsuya shook his head, "I doubt you'll have to beg them, Tel-san." he replied before heading into the kitchen.
In truth, what the other young man said, made perfect sense.
Honey would help soothe his throat. However... Aya had another idea in mind.
Upon entering the kitchen, the staff looked at the reader with confusion. After all, he had just left only a few minutes before, and now he was back!
And with empty plates, no less.
"I'd like to make some tea of my own." Tetsuya said, setting his dishes down for the moment, "And my friend here, Tel-san, would like something to eat. He is waiting for the Madame, it seems... and I doubt she would want him going hungry."
There was a bit of an undertone to the reader's voice that said, quite plainly, 'Feed him or I will make sure he is fed and you'll all find yourselves in trouble.'
It wasn't a threat... per say... merely a suggestion.
As the chefs asked Tel what he wanted to eat, Tetsuya found his way over to a rather large herb cabinet.
"Do you carry most herbs?" he asked one woman, who nodded and got out of his way.
Opening the doors, it took Aya a while to find just what he was searching for...
"Coltsfoot..." he whispered to himself, going over the ingredients in his mind. "Burdock root... Mullen... and..." for a moment, Tetsuya stopped talking, and looked like he was seriously searching his mind. "What was the other..."
"Angelica?" the woman asked, to which Aya smiled.
"Exactly. Would you have any dried lemon or orange peel?"
Of course they didn't, so Tetsuya simply gathered the herbs and moved over to the tea pot he had used for his green tea earlier.
"It can't be helped then... I'll just flavor it with honey alone." he spoke, more to himself than anyone, though honey DID seem to appear next to him a few moments later (courtesy of the young woman).
The tea would help soothe his throat, but also aid in making sure he could breathe properly. The last thing that the young man needed was to lose his voice again.
Aya carefully measured the ingredients into a tea net, before placing it in the pot and filling it with boiling water from the sink.
After a while, he glanced to Tel, "So, what are you having for lunch?" Tetsuya asked, trying to continue to be friendly.
It never hurt to make friends, after all.
~ 慶永哲哉 Yoshinaga Tetsuya ~
(((OOC: Thanks for waiting! I needed some seiyuu viewing I think. After watching an audio commentary by the Gundam 00 Meisters for ep 25 of the first season, I realized that I needed something hilarious to try and stimulate my brain... So I dug out the Weiß Kreuz 8-part interview session and let the hilarity of Seki, Miki, Koyasu, and Yuki (who I call the gods of seiyuu) just totally bring my brain down to earth for a couple hours. Oddly enough... I could think clearly for writing Tetusya (and yes, he's named Aya because of Aya in Weiß Kreuz) afterward! I'm so happy now! The writer's block went poof! Granted... it also made me want sake... and I don't have any... *cries*)))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:09 am
**Theodore**Tel** Tel followed Aya with his armload of tea provisions to the kitchen where he was quickly relieved of them. The kitchen staff seemed attentive enough, regardless or perhaps because of the warning in Aya's voice. Tel smiled inwardly, the other seemed to be taking the first steps to becoming some sort of protective presence for Tel. It was a common enough response to the little male's stature; many had assigned themselves the role upon meeting him. He didn't mind it at all, as long as they didn't become overbearing and interfere with his taking care of himself. Being small, it was important to him to be seen as capable in his own eyes. Others could think what they want. Tel had often supposed that letting other people think what they wanted about you revealed more about them than anything else. And he couldn't deny that he felt no small pleasure when he had the opportunity to surprise those who thought him frail or powerless with his skills in dance and marksmanship.
But the chefs were asking for a lunch order, and his stomach was demanding action. "Clam chowder, if you have it," he requested, thinking it perfect for the crisp day. "A thick slice of the darkest bread you have, Pumpernickel preferably," he continued. His stomach seemed to require more however. The young man thought another moment before asking, "Do you have any turkey? I'd like to put a nice slice with some honey mustard on the bread if possible." He was already salivating at the thought as the chefs nodded affirmatively and started preparing the simple meal. "Oh, and a pot of Roibos tea, and if not that then just regular English if you don't mind," Tel added.
Finally done with the food begging, he still felt that way even thought the chefs were entirely accomodating, he noticed Aya rummaging about in an herb cabinet with a young female chef hovering nearby. He must be raiding her cabinet, she was fluttering around him watchfully but also supportively. Tel didn't interrupt to ask what Aya was doing, preferring instead to watch it unfold before him and learn that way. A not so simple pot of tea eh? He was about to ask when Aya sent a question his way. "Oh just some soup and a sandwich," Tel replied casually. Then his pot of tea arrived. He lifted the lid to get a whiff and was delighted to find that they did indeed have Roibos tea.
The smell reminded him of the high school friend who introduced it to him. The boy's parents had been to South Africa on holiday and brought the new variety back with them. This was of course before Tel's parents' accident, after that he didn't really have friends anymore. The young man had heard that often one's life, or internal record of personal history, was divided into a "before" and "after" if one experienced a major tragedy. Tel found this to be somewhat true for himself, almost all of his memories now carried that new label of being either before or after the accident. At the same time, the accident did not remain in his past as he supposed it should. Sometimes the emotions he felt when thinking about it were so fresh it was as though the past had once again become his present. Tel didn't know if this would ever stop completely, or just become more and more infrequent over time.
Back to the present for now anyway. "Is that some sort of medicine you're brewing there?" he asked Aya curiously. If it was, that was impressive. Maybe Aya was one of those health freak types who gained just as much curative powers from his belief in his cures and the subsequent placebo affect, or maybe he was more like one of those witches from the olden days. Like the herbalists who were burned for having knowledge that helped people most but not all of the time, or the shamans of the myriad traditional native cultures over the world. Well, now his imagination was running away with him, there was no spirituality going on here, just some herbs that may or may not really do anything. At least Aya was going to add some honey. Tel knew that worked if nothing else in the concoction did.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 12:54 pm
Braedin: Mister Heresy
Why was everyone running everywhere? Blonds running to and from the bathroom, Russians fleeing the theater, Othello disappearing — again. He almost felt that with all the ruckus, he should be doing something frantic as well, like jogging in place. This seemed logical. So, feeling it pertinent to do so, Braedin started jogging in place for a minute, eyes darting about, wondering if he could do anything more useful than hop about. Except — oooh, okay, he heard that People in CHINA could hear that. Sonnen didn’t raise his voice often, but when he did, most people within a 100-foot radius could hear it. This time was no exception. He’d picked up a few words he’d heard and been able to understand, since he’d known Sonnen for a significant amount of time and had been on the business end of his Russian babbling more times than he cared to count, and after awhile a guy just picked up a few things. Feeling more than a little nosey, Braedin pushed the heavy theater door open a crack so he could hear and see better the transpiration in the glass hallway. Oh, good, it appeared Angry Sonnen had calmed down to Mildly Annoyed Sonnen, which was better for everyone, really. The man hadn’t cared for Stalin holocaust jokes, but it was hard not to consider it when those stormy greys screamed ‘murder.’ At least Othello would come out of this one alive, even though he had been berated by the man before as well. At least Sonnen was in his ranting stage where he realized no one could understand him and switched back to English, which was always funny as hell to hear after he’d been angry. His Russki accent was so funny to hear. This happened if he talked to any of his Russian friends, too; he’d get used to speaking that way, and transitioning back into English was always a struggle. Braedin could understand that. He had a few British friends that, if he talked to too often, he would start picking up their accent a little before he caught himself.
What the hell was this?! Whooooo-ee! Hot damn! That was some quality action right there. There was a good method for striking Sonnen dumb: Just kiss him. Braedin would have to remember this, though he doubted the effect would be the same if it were him kissing Sonnen; he’d probably get a punch to the face instead of a — reciprocation? We-he-helll, it appeared the Russki doth protest too much. Apparently even the most stone-hearted of singers weren’t immune to the Othello Cute Face of Doom. Or being smooched out of the blue. Well, Sonnen had been pretty much abstinent for the last few years, which had to be really hard on a guy. This was understandable, and Braedin applauded his self-control. If Heresy didn’t get any at least once a week, he’d go insane; but, well, that was probably due more to hormones. Crap. Now he was all hot and bothered. It had only been two kisses he’d witnessed, but it ignited his hormones like a bonfire. Down, boy. He wasn’t thirteen anymore, getting erections whenever he saw anything vaguely phallic shaped. He’d grown up. This didn’t happen anymore. Right? Right. No problem.
Except that it kind of was. Braedin floofed his shirt a bit to get some cool air circulating again, trying to calm himself down. He wasn’t sure what did it; just watching kissing had never gotten him this riled up before. There was no doubt Sonnen was attractive, though a little too, what was the word… soft looking for him. Braedin preferred his men to look more like men, and while Sonnen was clearly male, he still wasn’t rugged enough for his tastes. Othello was adorkable, but kind of looked sixteen, and always made him feel guilty for ever thinking of the young man as attractive. But the two together was like hoooohhooohoho. He couldn’t describe it. But he needed to stop thinking about it before it became too much for him to contain. Something else! Distract, distract!
Canadian! Perfect! He’d recognize that voice anywhere. Especially the slightly off-key singing. It was kind of cute, actually. Though Levant did not seem like he was in the mood to be messed with at the moment. Though, he always kind of looked at Braedin like that, so he was never really sure how his overall mood was. Of course he knew the reason, and while he’d been a bit depressed that time when Levant was to insta-art him up, he hadn’t held it against him. Braedin wasn’t exactly an artistic soul, so he didn’t quite understand fully what the problem was, but he could at least try to be sympathetic — though that always seemed to just piss Levant off more. Him and Sonnen both had that thing where they’d get defensive when someone tried to empathize with them. It was kind of annoying. At least Othello appreciated a good cheering-up. Who was with Sonnen. Who he had just kissed twice ohgodhehadtostopthinkingaboutthat.
“Heeeey!” he greeted as the man turned away from him to go… wherever he was going. Now that everyone was monopolized, Braedin had no one to hang out with. Levant was the logical choice, after all. And it was fun to poke fun at him. “What’s going on, eh?” he teased. Okay, so Levant kind of hated the Canadian jokes, but Braedin had this problem where whomever he was around, he would somehow develop the most insulting accent/joke telling, even though he knew it was rude. If he was around his friend Blair, all he could think of were black jokes; in a kosher grocery store, it was all about the Hitler jokes; around Sonnen, of course, the ‘In Soviet Russia’ jokes; and when in the presence of Levant, he could only think of Canadian jokes. It was a truly terrible habit he’d developed, but as they said, it died hard. In a half-jovial mood and trying reeeeally hard not to think about those kisses he’d seen, Braedin slung his arm around Levant’s shoulders and jarred him slightly — in a friendly manner, of course. “Where ya headed? Ain’t no one to hang out with at the moment, so I thought I’d tag along with you!” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to bother Levant when he knew the man just wanted him to leave him alone, but he couldn’t help it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 10:14 pm
~ 理 Aya ~
"Medicine?" Tetsuya asked before laughing softly. "I suppose you could say that..."
For a moment, the young man stopped, watching Tel curiously. His expression didn't change for a while, even though he continued to stare at the smaller man.
"Alright, I'll tell you the truth." Aya spoke, obviously making this seem as some sort of secret. "I researched this tea after hearing about it, and it does have some medicinal properties. However..." he blushed slightly, "You're going to find this ridiculous, Tel-san but... well... I read about it in a fantasy novel."
One of the female chefs began to giggle, to which Aya blushed even worse now.
"It sounds stupid, doesn't it?" he asked, turning back to making the tea and averting his gaze from anyone nearby.
It was silly... wasn't it?
It had been when Aya was still in high school. He had gotten his hands on a fantasy novel series from America, and had instantly liked the complexities of the sorcerer character. As the series progressed, Tetsuya had begun to wonder if the homemade tea in the story was actually something that would work.
So he had researched it... had even consulted a friend of his over the internet, a friend well versed in the medicinal properties of herbs, and had come to the conclusion that it would work.
Thus, Aya had begun to drink the tea, whenever he found himself coughing, his chest aching, or... in this case... his throat and chest painfully sore.
He had never told anyone where the recipe had come from... but Tel had been honest with him, and seemed like the type to understand.
Maybe...
He hoped...
In truth, Tetsuya just prayed that Tel wouldn't think him insane...
~ 慶永哲哉 Yoshinaga Tetsuya ~
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