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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:35 am
Chiaku Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. " Come here, mistress," she said, her voice somehow strong and commanding despite her hunched, sickly form. " The cards show that your fate will soon take a new course. Why don't you take a look...?"
Anya hesitated as she walked down the unfamiliar corridor, having for a moment a feeling of such intense disorientation she felt as if she had consumed an entire bottle of wine. It was too dreamlike for her to panic successfully: it merely bubbled underneath the surface, waiting for a moment when everything returned to normal to completely explode. The woman too. How unusual: and she knew for certain the Mistress would not have allowed such a woman into her home, uninvited. There was something too... dangerous about her. The mystery, the unveiled face. She hesitated as she came closer, and looked down instinctively at the cards.
"I am no mistress." she answered automatically, bobbing her head and dipping into a shallow curtsy. Anyone with such a strong voice could not be as fragile as they appeared. "If you do not mind that..." she hesitated as she eyed the cards.
This was all a dream, she knew she would wake up soon, maybe having suffered from a heart attack or something as disastrous as to cause such a hallucination.
"If I may?" she asked, wondering what the cards were to appear so different from normal cards. "I would like to take a look." she leaned down on the tattered rug and shrugged her shoulders.
If this was all a dream, she might as well.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:43 am
Aaric Regarding the two Feyd's expression set resolutely. "I will do my best."
Abruptly he lifted his head. Beyond the walls of the storage room he heard a call: his name.
Hearing the voice of another human nearby, Elliot quickly slipped the hood of his cloak back over his face. He gave Syrin a wink, saying, "You've got the good luck of at least looking a little bit like them. Still, try not to show off too much; your human might not like it after a while."
Adalei went to a window, turned the latch, and lifted it open. Already the sun was dipping below the city's edges. Night was soon approaching and they would need to find some private shelter before then. "We've kept you too long, and now it sounds as though you're needed elsewhere," Adalei said politely. "We won't trouble you anymore. But...just one more thing. It's related to what I said earlier about your relationship to your Actor."
As if anticipating what she was about to say, Elliot interrupted. "If you encounter any Actor without his human, be careful. It means they won't abide by the commands of anyone in this world. We were gods or demons in our own worlds, and unfortunately..." Elliot's expression turned grim. "Humans are just little insects to most deities."
"Well, I'm sure we'll see you again soon!" Adalei tried to say her farewell with a smile. The companions bid goodbye to Feyd and Syrin, then slipped out of the window back into the streets.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 5:37 pm
ikshiva "I am no mistress." she answered automatically, bobbing her head and dipping into a shallow curtsy. Anyone with such a strong voice could not be as fragile as they appeared. "If you do not mind that..." she hesitated as she eyed the cards.
...
"If I may?" she asked, wondering what the cards were to appear so different from normal cards. "I would like to take a look." she leaned down on the tattered rug and shrugged her shoulders.
If this was all a dream, she might as well.
Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::.  The Fortune Teller flipped the next card just as Anya was close enough to see the images. Printed on the face of this particular card was a skull, a snake twined in the eyeless sockets. "A great change shall come," the woman rasped, her voice almost too low to make out. "Then that means that the master has chosen you. As for your fate..."
The Fortune Teller's bone-thin fingers turned the next card, revealing the image of a nude woman surrounded by nature's various creations. "You are the mother and the matriarch, the Empress. You seek to nurture and protect creation and life; nothing concerns you more than the welfare of your children. A new life shall soon be bestowed upon you; will you be able to embrace it as your own...?"
Bending over the rug, the Fortune Teller collected all of the cards, leaving only the Empress card for Anya. She stood slowly, her face still concealed beneath the shadow of her hood. "A group of vagabonds will soon seek your company, and they will demand that card as payment for their services. If it is your desire, you may trade the card for a new fate. Farewell, for now."
The woman then turned and walked towards the dark shadows of the corridor, leaving the single card behind. Light soon returned to the hallway, and the world seemed to shift back to its usual condition.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 11:33 pm
Chiaku Event for Ikshiva!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR ANYA . ] ::. " A group of vagabonds will soon seek your company, and they will demand that card as payment for their services. If it is your desire, you may trade the card for a new fate. Farewell, for now." .
Anya was too distracted by the card in front of her to properly watch what happened to the woman. It was beautiful, entrancing in a way something so simple shouldn't be. Leaning down to pick it up, she fingered it for a moment, bringing it closer to gaze at the woman. A matriarch? She supposed she was, in a way. She smiled as she put in into a pocket: an odd little dream, and the card would probably disappear soon too.
But it had been a nice little dream while it had lasted.
Realizing that the corridors had shifted back to normal and were indeed her own now, she walked down to the kitchen in a sort of semi daze. Cinnamon bark or bread for the child.
Without realizing it, her hand moved back into the pocket to stroke the edges of the card.
An empress...
Saint-Cinq Though, he had to admit, if they could spare the cinnamon bark, he'd much appreciate it. So he waited in the foyer, trying to get his child to sit still.
"You're back so soon?"
Anya shook her head as she walked through the kitchens with single minded mentality. She moved straight towards the back, pausing as she sniffed at the stew set on high boil.
"You can reduce that now, before it gets too clumpy." she frowned. "What happened to the carrots?"
The other cook rolled her eyes with disgust. "The Master decided he doesn't want to eat anything orange and clearly not of this world." she said, her voice composed but her expression stating just how she felt for their Master's odd peculiarities.
Anya grinned, spotting the three carrots to the side and nodded her head. "Then he won't mind if I take them...?" Carrots were hard and crunchy too! "I've got to take some things..."
The cook winked, whistling as she turned her back deliberately to Anya. She felt a flush of relief at this, and reached to gather some of the rolled cinnamon, and a slice or two of stale bread. They'd have used this for stew, or some like anyways.
She hurried out of the kitchen, down the familiar hallways. The lieutenant had never followed, and she wondered if something had happened. Had he run into the mistress or the master? Surely not. Or perhaps the steward... gnawing at her lip with worry, she hurried, her pockets heavy with food.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 5:35 pm
ikshiva
She hurried out of the kitchen, down the familiar hallways. The lieutenant had never followed, and she wondered if something had happened. Had he run into the mistress or the master? Surely not. Or perhaps the steward... gnawing at her lip with worry, she hurried, her pockets heavy with food.
He was busy enough trying to calculate how much time he should give Madam Wilks before assuming that she had been lost on her mission, and whether or not anyone who passed by the foyer would notice a rather raggedly and thin man and a boy that seemed fascinated by the carpeting.
It was against his better judgment not to prepare for the worst, but a part of him secretly wished that Ms. Wilks would be back sooner rather than later, especially given just whose house this was...
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:17 am
Saint-Cinq it was against his better judgment not to prepare for the worst, but a part of him secretly wished that Ms. Wilks would be back sooner rather than later, especially given just whose house this was...
Anya's eyes lit on the form of the lieutenant with a feeling of relief. He hadn't left, and he hadn't been spotted by another member of the household! Immensely enjoying her luck, her steps slowed as she noticed that the child was now on the floor: worry touched her eyes then. It was dirty, and her eldest had been sick after picking something up from the floor and chewing on it... it wouldn't do to have a visitor's child fall prey to something similar of the sort.
"Lieutenant." her voice was warm as she reached down to scoop the child up. It was instinctive: the sight of children always bought out the mother in her, and she just wanted to coddle the little boy and feed him until he was ready to be burped. "I'm sorry if I took too long." she wouldn't mention that odd dream, because she didn't want the man thinking she was crazy. Goodness! A crazy cook? That wouldn't help her situation at all.
"I bought you something to nibble on, young one." she cooed, reaching inside one of her pockets to pull out a small carrot. "The Master didn't want to use it in his stew for the meal, and it wouldn't do for the dinner meal either."
She looked up at the Lieutenant, hesitating. She was touching someone else's child: could that be considered rude? Perhaps. "I hope you don't mind." she started.
But she was a mother first, sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:20 pm
City Conditions Date: Spring 3 (Early Spring)
Time: Evening
Weather: Scattered clouds, humid, some lightning on the horizon; around 50 degrees (Fahrenheit)
"Better find a spot that'll keep dry overnight, huh?" Elliot commented. "We might regret rejecting that guy's offer."
Adalei shook her head, squinting her eyes at the surrounding buildings. The quickly fading light was making it difficult to determine the safest route. "You know it's not safe for us to stay in one place too long. That man has a child now...an Actor who is too young to properly protect his master if things went wrong."
Sighing, Elliot tried to comfort Adalei with a smile before directing her down a side street. "We might have to keep an eye on them from now on, eh...? Is that what you're suggesting?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 6:46 pm
Event for 404NotFound!! .:: [ . EVENT FOR SEVERIN . ] ::.  Nicodemus pauses, his eyes focus on some distant object beyond human sight. His fingers dig into the sides of the stuffed horse that is his constant companion. Some deep emotion is stirring within the child; his lips tremble subtly.
"Sir," he says to Severin, attempting to maintain composure, "Look at him, Sir." He holds the stuffed horse towards the doctor for visual examination. "He wasn't this way on the Other Side. He's only this way now because...because..." The child stares at the ground, lost. "I can't remember his name here. I'm certain the reason he's this way now is because I can't remember his name properly. I'm sure if there was some small clue to help me remember him, I could call him back to me, the way he is supposed to be."
The child stares at Severin with pleading eyes, with more emotion than he has ever shown. "Please help me, Sir. Please help me remember. I need to find someone who knew me on the Other Side."
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 6:30 am
Ayira sat quietly at one of the tables located close to the stage at The Red Rat. Business was slow so far that day, alright lets be honesty it was down right dead in the Tavern at the moment. Yes it was only the early in the evening and most of her costumers didn't come around till it was very dark, but still she usually had a few people hanging around spending money at this time.
However not today it seemed, looked like Ayira was luck was just all around horrible today. First she woke up, slipped on one of her shoes she left laying around , yes she knows her fault, and slammed her knee into her night table causing her to have to wear her flat non-sexy shoes today. Which if you knew Ayira was a horrible travesty not to look sexy and perfect at all times. Then her search for two new body guards failed, as she found no one interested, which she blames on her non-sexy shoes. Last there was no one in her establishment and that did not look well for her income and expenses.
Sighing softly to herself she gazed once more around the room at her various workers. Her best people were on tonight and all of them were just sitting around looking bored or looking at her wondering what to do. "Well loves were not closing up early tonight if that's what you think. I bet money that in the next couple of minutes our customers will come rolling in like they always do. Till then find something to amuse yourself, and Bunny that doesn't mean playing with the bartender..." she said as she made her way over to the bar to freshen her own drink, as she gave the young blond a warning look.
Yup business was good...well at least it couldn't get worse.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 3:21 pm
Eli sat on an old crate next to the steaming pot that rusted on their makeshift fireplace. Or maybe it should just be left as campfire? Nevertheless, he was unseremoniously lost in thought with Mutt's head resting on his lap. The dog certainly knew when food was about. Lyra was still contently braiding the dream catcher. Eli hadn't looked her way in some time, but perhaps later he would be surprised by the unusual intricacy of her work.
The Indigos' stall was now closed up, save a back window to let in the setting sun. Eli hoped this way the fire could perhaps warm up their little abode as the smoke escaped through one of the various holes in the ceiling.
As if prompted by some internal timer, Eli popped out of make-believe-world and gave the gruel one last stir. "Lyra," he said quietly, turning her direction, "why don' yew grab a bowl fer some dinner?" The little girl paused in mid-braid as if considering her options, but alas, a rumbling tummy predicatably won the debate. Grinning, Lyra grabbed a wooden bowl from the rickety shelf in the corner and once served, heartily downed the bland concoction.
Eli divided the remainding food between the dog and himself, scraping the bottom of the pan noisily. Though his hunger remained unsatiated, the feeling was a commonplace annoyance and easily ignored. Eli was determined, on the other hand, to be sure Lyra didn't have to suffer quite the same fate, and he scrounged the last crust of bread for her as if that could solve the hunger crisis in Wynander all by itself.
As far as he was concerned, it did.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 9:57 pm
Kaden yawned as he pulled the materials for his small pallet from the cupboard. It was cool, so he made sure to set them up close to the fire, but not too close. Too close would mean burning. Burning bad. Unless it was wood. But burning pallet would be bad! Just as he was finishing getting everything set up, he heard the steward calling his name.
The man wandered towards the main part of the house, almost getting run into by the steward, still calling for the drudge. "Master is cold and wants a fire. Go fetch wood." The steward grabbed Kaden's arm as the man started to turn. "Don't start the fire. Just get the wood. Got that?"
"No fire. Just w-wood." Kaden intoned, nodding. They didn't let him start fires after that one time he'd nearly burned the manor down. He shuffled along towards the kitchen entrance. Firewood was stacked not too far outside, though the distance from the door had grown over the winter.
"Coat, boy, coat!" The steward called, catching Kaden before he went outside. "It's cold!" Impatient, the steward disappeared.
"Coat. Coat for wood. Cold. Need wood." Kaden muttered on in the same fashion as he pulled on his coat. It was a nice coat. Not new, but the patches were good and it was warm.
Kaden pulled the door open, shivering at the burst of cold air. "Wood. Master needs wood." He trudged along to where the firewood had been stacked by whoever had cut it. Kaden didn't cut firewood. Big axe was sharp. Sharp was bad. Made cut. Cut hurt!
The flash of lightning in the distance caught the man's attention. "Ooooh..." The lightning made pretty patterns in the sky! Pretty pretties!
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:57 pm
Kael gave a shake of his head as there was no answer from the theater. With a look down at his child, at Alyson he shifted, turned and made his way back through the city quickly and made his way back to the church by evening. He made it back up to his hidden area within the upper reaches of the church.
First thing he did was make a sling to carry Alyson around in, from there he found a container and put some food in it that wasn't in the best of conditions, but it was edible at least. He dragged that down outside and beneath a dead tree. If she didn't show to collect the food, it wouldn't matter, he held up his end of the bargain.
He left after that to seek out the market place in hopes of finding some form of toy for Alyson. This child stuff was going to be an eternal obstacle, but he would overcome it, like everything else.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:07 am
ikshiva "I bought you something to nibble on, young one." she cooed, reaching inside one of her pockets to pull out a small carrot. "The Master didn't want to use it in his stew for the meal, and it wouldn't do for the dinner meal either."
He nodded, and watched as the little boy bit into the carrot, digging his teeth into the vegetable's flesh. "Thank you very much, Madam," he said. "I appreciate your aid, especially when food is so scare."
Then, remembering his purpose in waiting, he straightening, picked the boy up awkwardly and bowed slightly toward his companion. "Shall we search for your children, then?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:16 am
Traugott groaned in agony as he locked his oversized front door. Of course, anyone with a hammer or perhaps bare-fisted if they were motivated enough could break said door down, but it was a habit from the old days, and old habits died hard.
After being entirely offended by the screaming young woman who had denied his help (and he could guess why), he had begun on his trek back home for the night. Noone had arrived for business or otherwise, and so the next few hours were spent tending to his garden. The pain of so much bending and stooping and straining with ill-sized tools was intense, but he told himself that others would literally kill to have what he had, and so he continued. He had abandoned his work late, the town around him already dark and holding a kind of silent malevolence. It was then he had begun to close up shop. Noone with good intentions would come to his home this late.
Although the cold air screamed at his already-aching joints, Traugott decided that he was too sore to start a fire, and instead just hobbled to his room and collapsed upon his bed, it giving a low groan in protest. He removed his shirt and took a can of salve from the floor, which he then proceeded to massage into his knees, his hips, and his shoulders. What he wouldn't give to have someone to help him with this, comfort him, hold him. Damn the world and damn their prejudices.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:38 am
Anya scowled as she held one child in her arms, the other two being dragged alongside her with their collars held in her hands. It was an amusing sight for any parent or non parent to behold: the annoyed anger on the mother's face and the petulant look of disappointment on the children. She stomped her way into the kitchens and looked at the sight before her: organized chaos. It was good then, that nothing that happened. One of the serf's caught her eye and winked back-- so everything was safe then.
Nothing had happened while she was away.
"You." she shoved one of the children towards the potatoes. "Peel." She dragged the other one to the carrots. "Chop." she ordered. Then with the final kid held by her hip, she moved towards the back. "Polish."
"Maaaaaaa." the one in her arms whined. "It wasn't our fault, you know."
Anya rolled her eyes. Of course it wasn't their fault. What child ever admitted that running off to see the markets was ever their own fault? But she was feeling too relieved to break out in a lecture and instead settled on putting a rag and a spoon in the child's hand.
"Polish." she repeated sternly, looking back into the kitchens with a scowl. They were too cowed to argue for now, and she needed the time to check on the others. To see if the Mistress had searched for her, if the steward had some ideas as to what to do with the missing food carts. If a solution had been reached.
"Don't go anywhere." she warned as she moved back towards the kitchens, towards the other doors. "I'll be right back."
Family? Check.
Now work.
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