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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 12:50 pm
Lumena Town Square
Salem would have winked at Orpheus to punctuate his gale of laughter, but his magical guise wouldn't allow it. It would just look like he blinked; that was the problem of the glammer at the moment. He couldn't operate the eyes individually, which eliminated a whole DIMENSION of his glorious humor when he needed to disguise himself. He'd need to work on the spell sometime, possibly when he left town after the festival's ball was done and everybody left town. He might just be among those crowds heading out, depending on how things played out.
“Hell, if old Salem had hair that pretty, he'd play with it plenty himself, so he would!” No winking, so a silly retort would have to do. He didn't really care if he offended the man, because his friend was quick to move past words when the music swept them both away. Still, though, he'd try to soften his words, if only a tad, for he knew sometimes they could grow sharp without his noticing, sharp enough to slip and cut. Orpheus was one of the few Salem actually didn't want to alienate and estrange.
Salem contemplated Orpheus' question as he shoved another cookie into his already-full gullet. “Hmm...” he said, trying to spray as few crumbs as possible while he spoke, “I certainly COULD... But I'd need a shaved cat, a broomstick, and a roll of tape...” He paused, then, nodding, obviously conjuring up memories from some past event. “But the last time I did THAT, I got banned from a tavern in Clarus Arbor.” And it had been a particularly NICE tavern, too; not an accomplishment Salem considered himself proud of.
As Orpheus finished his last cookie, Salem took a final three scraps and decided he'd quit after they were done, as well. The sugar would probably drive him madder than usual.
“Who's safe anymore, my friend?” Salem's voice lost all of its joviality, taking on the gravity again. “You know just as well as Old Salem that we're upon hard times now, and there's no use worrying about any but us and those we love. If we open our grips too wide, all will slide through.” The one-eyed witchie nodded gravely, knowing his selfishness would grate against his bandmate, but the man would have to learn eventually. Orpheus had a big heart, though he tried to hide it. Salem saw much, despite his missing eye. Hopefully he'd figure it out before he hurt himself.
But... Would Salem let that happen? Such curious attachments.
Orpheus wasn't listening, though. He didn't have time to internalize Salem's philosophy; he was too busy attending to just the sort Salem spoke of in the first place. Ahead of them, looking utterly dazed and confused in the bright fall morning, stood Phil. Orpheus clasped the patchwork man on the shoulder, a gesture Salem would allow from NOBODY other than his friend, and ran off, jumping through portals, a trick Orpheus seemed to be particularly fond of. Salem didn't stop walking, of course; Orpheus pulled this game far too often for it to startle the man anymore. He'd catch up in a moment or two, for his friend hadn't jumped far.
Salem watched with a subtle note of curiosity as the two embraced and whispered to each other, tender love that he'd never seen before flowing freely between the two of them. As the two looked back at him, he cocked an eyebrow, which fortunately did NOT clone itself, lending his expression sarcasm rather than surprise. He'd known his friend to think softly of this Philemon, had even heard of him, briefly, on occasion, from several sources. But to see his friend locked in his arms was curious indeed.
He stalked forward, his voice taking on the edge it carried when he dealt with people who weren't named Orpheus. His eyes darted to his friend, and he called, “What, you think to leave old Salem in the cold, standing all on his lonesome? No, no, I will follow, so I will.” He grinned, then, and turned his gaze upon the man Orpheus stood with. “And you must be the grand Philemon! Oh, I have heard much of you, so I have. What a pleasure it is to finally speak to you in person.” His real eye flashed, on its own, the glammer failing for a moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:49 pm
Lumena: Kyu's house
Ophelia took one more glance in the mirror. Her eyes were just slightly red, but at least they weren't tearing up anymore. It was odd, being in a house with three other boys but feeling alone. But she decided it was time to suck it up. What was there to be sad about! Plenty of other fish in the sea, right?
Point being, she was supposed to be happy for them both. And that's exactly what she was going to do! As happy as a sick reaper can be, anyways. Blowing her nose, she finished tidying herself up before finally exiting the restroom. She'd spent more than enough time in there. Strange place to sleep, really. Quite uncomfortable, she added, massaging a crick in her shoulder.
Her thoughts on such things clouded the reality around her and she only snapped out of it when Theo handed her a cup of hot tea. She blinked blankly at him for a moment before taking the cup graciously. Tea! Exactly the right thing for a cold. She smiled before taking a sip. It was just a little too much on the scalding side and she jerked slightly at the sting before gently blowing on it to cool it down. Does blowing on it even work? She wondered about that, before realizing Kyu bid her good morning!
She felt so distracted this morning. It was going to be difficult to make everyone think she was emotionally stable right now. But it wasn't like she was devastated. Just, a little bit dissappointed in herself. And lonely. But she put on a smile and said, "Good morning to you, as well," looking up at Kyu. She thought she noticed something different about him today, but maybe that was just her fever playing tricks on her.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 10:02 pm
Lumena: Kyu's home
A sad smile crossed his features, his eyes softening briefly. "I'll be fine." Theo brushed off Kyu's concerns. Really, while he didn't mind it, Kyu and Phil.. Between the two of them, they made it sound as if he was a reckless, brash child who went around picking fights with the world. "I'll be careful. I won't leave the ball. Happy?" Theo smiled wryly over his shoulder, his hand resting on the door knob. Without waiting for a reply, he went out. He wasn't a child, and they had every right to worry. But he just wished they wouldn't. He worried about them too, sometimes. Especially for Phil. His brother was almost as bad as he was, throwing himself in front of everyone and anyone to protect them. Sighing, Theo ran a hand through his hair and went to wash up.
But Kyu was right. Lumena was buzzing with tension and suspicion hung in thick in the air. Everyone and anyone was a suspect. Even your best friend, even that helpless ninety year old lady who spent her days sitting in the garden, knitting scarves and sweaters to give to the poor. And the reapers milling around Lumena didn't help. They made the people more tense, more wary. Having security was a good thing, but when it made the people even more fearful...
He shook off such thoughts as he walked towards the kitchen, wondering if Phil had anything else prepared. He could smell tea. Glancing over at Ophelia, he wondered if she were sick. "Are you sick?" He asked her, eyeing her carefully. Her nose seemed red, but he wasn't sure if it was because she was sensitive to the cold or something. When Kyu walked in, Theo smkiled at him. "Phil went out." Theo nodded over at the note on the table. Frowning, Theo reached a hand and touched Ophelia's forehead. It was warm and rather clammy. "You're running a fever. Why aren't you in bed?" He gave her a look of complete disapproval. "Go to bed. You need rest." Honestly. SHe needed to learn to take better care of herself. Too bad Phil wasn't here. But he probably had some herbs somewhere. Even so, Theo wasn't going to even try. He never particularly liked herbs, so he'd much rather let her body recover on its own or wait until Phil got home.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 1:06 am
Rajih sighed at the girl's obvious baiting, looking out at his treat instead of her pale pink eyes, still pushing the sweet from side to side, swirling it gently. "Grunt and what?" He blushed, did she mean something perverted by that? She did have a way about turning a completely INNOCENT conversation or action and making it seem so...dirty. His flush only deepened at his assumptions before clearing his throat. "Anyways!" He nodded at her words before shrugging, "And yet the ones who hide in plain sight are the ones that can be found first. I wonder how long it will be...till we're found out." His eye's darkened with broodiness again, mottling the fresh blush from his face.
He shrugged again, "This attacker is not only mucking things up, but he's doing it in such a crude and obvious way." He stopped the swirling of his food and looked up at Emelia, now finally meeting her gaze. "I pegged you for one to almost root for this unknown assiliant. Seeing as you, yourself are one of those that drain and leave victims as empty shells." he dwelled on the fact that she was a Witch eater, "I'm not interested enough though to ask you what made you what you are Emelia." he started back into his brood when a girl, cream colored hair, pale skin and gray smokey eyes tripped. Being ever so the gentlemen, he slid out of the seat to help her up before smiling, "There you go. Are you alright? I'm not worried about my clothes..." he assured her as he dusted her off and looked over his shoulder at Emelia....who was leaning over the table in a very proactive pose that pushed up her breast.
Dammit Rajih! Was all he could think as his face turned the color of lobster. He looked back and forth between the two girls. "Em..EMELIA!" He flailed.Gravy clapped her hands together, already taken a fancy to the Snow leopard. She liked the girl's soft mannerism's and easy friendship. The wolf in her receded back, her familiar, a manifestation of it sunk back into the shadows for her to call on later.
"Such is the way of meetings, Coincidences and Fate." Gravy nodded somberly, "Oh yes! Mine was a tiny tribe, I am the "wisewoman" or Elder of our tribe I guess you would say. Mostly though because I am adept in healing magic and Dinivination. Some also call me a Dream-Seer." She wouldn't elaborate as she looked over to Cruor, leaning close to whisper in his ear for him to here only.
"I'm trying not to exhaust myself." She rubbed her temples as she felt the pull of her magic, draining her energy. "You do get a say though Cruor, If you are not pleased with this arrangement then I will stop." She smiled at him, "But with Shaden here, I for one: Feel double protected and for Two: With my magic spread like it is, will easily over exert myself. I need both of you should I happen to collapse." She sighed, reaching over to lace her hand through his arm again, taking a moment to rest her head on his shoulder. Though she knew he didn't like the easy touching she did, she needed a moment to regain the ability to move as her magic felt the few blips of Majin entering the area.
"Don't worry Shaden." Graveyard reached over to touch the girl's shoulder with her free hand and smiled softly at her, "I will keep an eye on the streets so that you may join us. A simple spell will add your watch to mine. I'll act as a early warning system so that you and Cruor may leave should something happen." She nodded at the girl, "I hear the ball will be a spectacle itself to see. Though we will be going under the guise. Protection is what we will be after that night." Graveyard blinked before a coy smile, one Cruor probably knew showed up, "It would be an absolute pleasure to see you there Shaden. I'll have to steal you away for talk and dancing?" Gravy giggled like a girl. While she was the wisewoman of her tribe, she was a young adult, at the tender age of 20yrs old that, if people looked closely, could see. Such as now, to be excited over shopping with a new found friend and with a handsome man, it was something degrading to her wisewoman title. She let the two reapers talk though, her thoughts focused on her magic as they walked to the outlet of shops nearby.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 8:13 am
Lumena Town Square: Bittersweet
It was kind of the one named Rajih to help her up, though she had not expected it. She smiled her thanks to him, though her silvery eyes remained open and unchanging, as though they were the pane of a mirror. One of Niamh's creepier traits. She couldn't help but notice, as she watched the exchange, that Emelia seemed to be teasing Rajih. That Emelia was disinterested by Niamh's presence didn't phase her in the least. She tilted her head, looked back and forth between Rajih, and the one he had called Emelia: "I'm fine... Rajih, I heard? Thank you for the hand," Niamh curtseyed automatically, her soft hair slipping off her shoulder as she moved, so that she pushed it forward again when she straightened. "My name is Niamh; thank you for being understanding about my clumsiness," she added, picking her parfait up and holding it close, taking a sip of it, her cheeks flushing faintly.
Parfaits made Niamh very, very happy. The problem was that given enough sweets, Niamh had more energy, charisma and joy than normal. Which was strange, because she didn't really know how to use all that energy, and it resulted in something a bit like intoxication. Thankfully she was not yet to that stage, but Rajih startled laughter out of her when he protested Emelia's pose. "If you lean down a little further, I think they will pop out," she told Emelia, in the same voice someone might use if they were defining any standard dictionary word. It was just an observation, as if Niamh had been telling her that her hair was pink, or that sweets were delicious.
"Does she tease you like this all the time?" Niamh asked Rajih, taking another sip of the parfait, her hands getting cold as she held it. She looked over at Rajih, but stared for a heartbeat too long, as his eyes suddenly struck her: what a fascinating colour, the way they seemed to be alive in and of themselves. Niamh reached up with one cold hand and brushed her hair away from the marks on her face. Strange that her parents had thrown her twin away for being a Majin, when they had gotten it reversed; were these marks not a sign that something wasn't altogether whole about her? Still, she wasn't ever going to consume a heart; that wasn't the power she wanted for herself. In order to break her staring, she looked at Emelia again, utterly unaffected by the pose.
"Emelia, I do like your skirt; it would be a shame to have to change out of it," Niamh told her. She meant it. It was slightly more energetic than the last thing she'd said to Emelia. She looked back and forth between the two of them, trying to decide if she was interrupting anything.
In the end, she took a deep breath, a sip of parfait to steel herself, and asked: "Despite my better manners, I haven't been out of my home in a long time... and I was wondering if I might sit with you both? If I won't be interrupting anything. It's just that I feel like I am out of the loop, and these dead bodies concern me." Niamh sounded far more flustered asking if she could sit with them than she did mentioning the dead. In fact, Niamh understood the dead far better than the living, and the black leather bag she wore against her hip, over her coat, likely held at least one puppet made from bird bones. It also had sealing wax, her family crest as a seal and some cream stationary. The ink, however, was nowhere to be found. Not that it would ever become pertinent; it was just habit to keep the bag with her. There were other bits of things that Niamh found useful, in any case.
Despite her education in terms of manners, sometimes she found herself deciding to be blunt or to the point, because it took a lot less energy than being shy did.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 5:33 pm
✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰ 
[[ End of day tomorrow.....Ball/ending of meta tomorrow. :>]]
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 7:17 pm
Lumena Town Square || covered festival passage
'....wait a minute.'
"They can eat?" Azra'iel gestured to the skulls with his eyes as he sat in the spot the girl had freed up, murmuring so hopefully only Ruria heard.
But at her quick turn in the conversation, Azra'iel became serious; dropping all hints of teasing.
"I had heard. It is... unfortunate." Unfortunate. What an inadequate word. It was horrific. He could barely muster a whisper as his gaze followed the direction of hers to the hovering detectives. "What a horrific fate..."
Were any of them safe, really? Azra'iel couldn't offer any reassurances beyond his protection and he wasn't sure that was worth anything to his new friend. He wasn't sure the offer was worth anything in general, not against an unknown foe and with his lack of magical experience.
Golden eyes wandered away from the sobering sight of confused officials and landed on the bulky package in Ruria's lap. "Were you shopping this morning, Ruria? How his mother and sister loved to drag him shopping to carry bags! "Have you more shopping to do? I could keep you company if you like... I dislike the idea of letting you wander off alone after last night. I dislike the idea of me wandering off alone after last night." And wandering alone would allow him far too much time to think.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:27 am
✰★✰ Hᴏʀʀᴏʀ ♥ Mᴇɪᴅᴏ ✰★✰
Lumena Town Square - Festival Passage.
Biter rose up near Ruria, mandible clacking as he spoke. "Move along, smarmy young suitor! The lass has two fine craniums to keep her occupi----" the skull's words were cut off as Ruria's hand raised quickly, backhanding him hard enough to send him flying off the chair, and rolling onto the ground. The offended skull looked furious, but a side glance and the mouthed words "delectables" from Ruria made him bite his...well, where his tongue might have some day resided.
"That would be fun." she replied sweetly, sticking her package into her bag as she stood. "There was a nice relic shop that way, I saw." Poor Azra'iel. If only he knew that for Ruria, 'Nice' meant morose. As they walked towards the location, she looped her arm through the crook of his, and gave a sly little smile as she glanced up into his golden eyes. "I believe this is how a gentleman escorts a lady, correct?" The formalities she was very used to, but the actual 'getting to know' part.....well, not so much. "Where do you come from, originally?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:27 am
Lumena Town Square
Ever since acquiring the chaos fragment, Orpheus couldn't help but teleport here and there. It was a habit, a very convenient one. Of course, the more he used portals, the more he exhausted himself. This time, he was already so exhausted that he didn't feel it until he embraced Phil; for a moment, he had to lean some of his weight on Phil lest he fall over, his legs crumpling under him. The relief helped his heart calm down, however, and he steadied himself quickly. "There's nothing you can do that would ever need an apology, so long as I've still got you," Orpheus mumbled, surprised that he really meant it. So long as Phil returned to him in the end, it didn't matter what he did. Orpheus couldn't help that.
Looking at Phil's face, Orpheus stroked the thumb of his free hand against Phil's cheek, a soft smile lighting his face up. "Then it's settled," Orpheus replied, pressing his lips against Phil's gently and quickly, "we'll be together at the ball. I would have found you to take you to the ball even if you hadn't appeared, you know." He leaned in and squeezed Phil to him once more. He desperately wanted to just cuddle him, which was again a strange desire for Orpheus to experience, but they did have company. His best friend, in fact.
"You weren't going to be standing by your lonesome," he told Salem, grinning, "I just needed to be selfish for a moment. You've got to be used to that by now." Orpheus winked, and pulled Philemon a little closer to him. It was an affectionate gesture, rather than protective; Orpheus knew Salem would never hurt someone he loved. He looked at Philemon for a moment, and said, "Well, Philemon, I've met Rajih, now you get to meet my best friend: musician extraordinaire, spooky rockstar and slightly absolutely insane Salem."
And then he waited to see, hopeful, if they would get along.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:32 am
Cruor wanted to know how he came to be so easy to manipulate into doing things that he clearly did not wish to do. At Graveyard's words he sighed a little, glancing aside as she whispered in his ear, shoulders slumping a little. He did not wish for the wisewoman to overexert herself and not have the assistance that she required simply because he was embarrassed and proud. Thus after a few moments he heaved a small sigh and nodded in acquiescence, keeping his eyes averted even as she curled an arm around his and rested her head against his shoulder. He stiffened but, otherwise, allowed the other mononoke to rest for a moment.
Absently the Black Heart scanned the area as they walked, paying little heed to the current conversation as he did so. When it came to the women's current conversation he was completely out of his element with nothing to contribute. In fact Cruor couldn't even remember the last time that he dance and was very very certain that he would do terribly if forced to engage in such an activity. He was jarred from his thoughts, however, when the new mononoke spoke up, catching his attention and making his tail flick beneath his cloak.
"...No other orders, no." Cruor murmured, frowning a little in thought. "However the attacks have been over this entire area, so patrolling the entire city is most likely the best idea, especially with so many witches gathering for an event such as the ball."
His eyes scanned the shops, looking for one that sold formal wear in something similar to resignation. In all honesty he loathed shopping or anything similar, preferring to only enter shops when he knew exactly what he needed. However if it was for the greater good he supposed that he could cater to these two women and allow them to dress him... If just for one evening. Finally he spotted a store, gently nudging Graveyard and, upon gaining her attention, directed it towards the shop with a nod.
"...Will this shop suffice?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:14 am
Lumena, Kyu's house
Kyu sighed, but found himself smiling softly nevertheless. How come Theo's eyes where that exact shade of incredible blue the early morning sky would turn on the most clear days of midsummer? Even if he was worried he'd have to deal with it in the end. Who was he to change Theo? Not to mention... he didn't really want to change him to begin with; he loved him for who he were, all of him, he didn't really mind. Part of him was even secretly jealous of him, he admired that courage that always pushed him forward, following him through every step he took without ever seeming to falter even a little. In the end, it made him a force to be reckoned with even if he was still taking his ladder up to becoming a more powerful witch.
Kyu smiled, a little worried for Ophelia and for the reason she was looking that bad. He was sincerely hoping it wasn't something too important but then Theo made haste to prove him wrong, making him sigh. Why did Phil have to go off right when they needed him most? But then again... there was probably something important that he had to do also; Kyu could understand. For now he'd only have to go looking for some cold medicine if he had to. Nothing to difficult, considering Phil often forgot his things around when he came visiting.
"Oh dear..." Kyu found himself sighing and he brought one hand up to rub the back of his neck in a motion much similar to Phil's own when he was troubled -perhaps his student was indeed rubbing off on him, funny thing to admit considering he was supposed to be the adult to begin with-. "I will go prepare some herbs..." he sighed turning around to look in his cupboards around the kitchen for any of Phil's familiar jars that he used to carry around. "It shouldn't take too long." he made haste placing some water to boil again as he emptied the remains of some sort of tea into a second teapot before hurrying along to fetch Ophelia a blanket. Despite Theo mentioning she should go lie down, Kyu couldn't see why she wouldn't rather stay in their company while she was there, despite being sick like she was.
Lumena Town Square
"It's not like there's anywhere for me to be if you're not there..." Phil mumbled in response to Orpheus' words, finding himself holding him just a little more tightly as he felt his weight lean on him. Somehow he felt somewhat comforted by that arrangement and his lips curved into a small, shy smile at the realization. He had come to terms with himself, with his and Orpheus' meeting, he knew perfectly well that he could belong to no one else but him and was perfectly fine with that. He had found something when he first held that hand he came to know so well soon afterwards, something people could spend years searching for, entire lifetimes and never encounter it. Blessed with something so strong... how could he ever deny it?
The small kiss pressed on his lips somehow relieved his worries entirely, the weight he felt pulling him down while sat on his shoulders almost magically disappearing at the words he was offered in return. It was beautiful, how just by one notion as simple, Orpheus could make him feel that much better. Phil laughed softly at Orpheus' comment about finding him to take him to the ball anyway and tilted his head to the side before wording a reply. "You mean you'd go as far as to abduct me?" he questioned, one eyebrow raised in feigned disbelief. "You should be wary of Theo in that case, he might come after you." he explained; he, himself, have absolutely no problem if Orpheus would decide to just abduct him. He had to shrug that thought aside, however, seeing how the person Orpheus was looking out for had already approached them.
Phil found himself laughing open-heartedly at Salem's greeting. Grand? Well, he had been called many things up to that day but nobody had ever addressed him as such before. Quite frankly, he, himself believed to be quite an overstatement. The only thing he was quite infamous about was his clumsiness back when he was in the Academy after all. "Oh dear.." he sighed, his shoulders slumping as if in desperation as he dropped his head to hide his eyes behind his curtain of soft blond hair. "Have I really become that infamous?" he laughed, bowing a little before looking up again. "Why, it is a great pleasure to meet you also, Orpheus' very best friend~" he beamed, extending his hand for a handshake. This Salem, Orpheus' friend seemed like a good person despite the fact that Orpheus himself had called him insane. "All the best people are insane." he recited a line from a book that he didn't clearly remember while looking over at him. "I hope I can get to know you better." he spoke softly before glancing over at Orpheus from a second as if asking for his approval to steal Salem for just a little from him if Salem himself wanted that.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:52 am
Lumena Town Square
“Now, Orpheus, there's no need to flatter me,” Salem fired back, in a tone that mocked chiding, “The 'absolutely' is just hyperbole.” He grinned at both of them, not entirely sure if the wordplay of his latest quip quite matched the quality of his usual. He was too busy grinning internally at the liberal compliments that Orpheus had just given. Full of himself, without a single doubt in the world, even he knew it. But he DID take pride in the speed at which he'd taken up his instrument, and he DID manage to put on the 'spooky' persona quite effortlessly when the two of them hit the stage. He didn't see why soaking up credit where it was due had to be such a bad thing.
Salem snickered at the mention of Theo. “That boy couldn't protect his pockets, last I checked. Just yesterday, I caught him in the middle of a fainting spell, the pansy.” He'd NEVER let the man live it down. He had been brewing witty insults to bring to bare against the blue-garbed majin since moments after he'd seen him passed out.
The tiny displays of affection, the endless squeezes and kisses and strokes, brought up a vaguely sick wave from deep in his gut, like the roots of nausea at sea. The eye upon his hand squinted and writhed in discomfort, but Salem forced it still, same as he forced the revulsion towards the human affection out of his mind. Strange for him, yes, but he saw no reason to be rude. To think he'd silence himself for the sake of his friend's feelings... A new friend, then, think of it that way. A new friend and a possible ally, or maybe even a pawn in the greater scheme of things.
Salem took Phil's hand with his own, grasping lightly and carefully with the bare paw, consciously avoiding digging his claws into the pale boy's flesh. So he and Rajih were best friends, eh? No wonder the freshly-graduated majin was so soft. “No, no, infamy has such a negative color about it! I'd call you more... influential.” What Salem withheld was that his mindset would be the death of the majin as a respectable race, forcing them into some piteous corner where they were considered sick, rather than glorious, for their thirst.
“Oh, to be sure...” Salem still hadn't released the man's hand. “You and I have some... key differences in our philosophies that I'd be VERY interested in debating some later day.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:54 am
Lumena : Town Square
Myra's blue-green eyes darted about the square as she approached it with cautious steps. A bakery, a bakery... She wanted to find a bakery as quickly as possible. It would be highly unfavorable if she were to be seen.
Myra didn't try to hide or deny that she was Majin, but the recent happenings caused her mind to churn in the opposite direction. Her fear of being unaccepted in general had increased ten-fold since the murders began. Who was doing all of this? She hated that people were caused and causing such pain as death all over Hallow. Why couldn't the Majin and humans get along....?
As Myra stepped into the heart of the square to browse around for a bakery, she saw a group of boys nearby. She was highly curious as to what was going on, but bit her lower lip instead. After a few seconds of no success in finding the bakery, Myra pattered over to them and cleared her throat.
"E-excuse me..." Her voice fluttered through the air after their ears with the same pitter-patter her feet had made. "I'm looking for a bakery...."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:24 pm
Lumena: Town Square
Cedar blinked looking over at Kalypso, she tilted her head and shrugged. The other girl seemed awfully distracted. She reached a hand out and touched her arm, leaning over. "I'm going to go join the boys, when you're ready, catch up, okay?" She then pulled away and started to walk toward the boys.
As she walked by an alley, she couldn't help but glance down and through it, saw the Festival passage, and instantly her autumn hued eyes caught sight of a pink haired girl, who was joined by another. She couldn't make it out, but it looked like there were two smaller things moving around. She shrugged it off, and soon the sight was no longer in her view, as a building took over the area.
Raising her hand a little she was hoping to grab Xerxes and Lea's attention. As she closed the gap, she was able to hear something about getting a warm drink. "Morning guys; I'm not intruding am I?" She smiled at him, as she joined the two. "I think it's colder today then it was yesterday..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 4:54 pm
"The wisewoman? That's kind of neat." Divination? Ah, perhaps that had something to do with this strange meeting? Shaden was more familiar with this term and the other that Graveyard used. 'Dream-seer'. She nodded to the other woman, some understanding of what Graveyard's abilities were becoming more clear in her mind.
The Reaper found herself relaxing a little more with the Ars Lilium's easy and friendly nature. It was nice being around someone like her. Especially someone who seemed so welcoming to a total stranger. Shaden found that she was smiling a little more than she had in a while and was actually considering about agreeing to going with the two. Curses, when was the last time she ever did something so...so normal? She honestly couldn't remember. Definitely not in the least several years, that was for sure.
She was surprised by the hand that touched her shoulder and forced herself not to tense up or step away. It was just not a gesture she was used to. But that was quickly forgotten by what Graveyard was actually saying. "You can do such spells as that?" Shaden asked her new friend - and she was considered a friend in the Reaper's book now. Interesting. So was that why Cruor seemed to be a little more willing to go along with this in the first place? Even before the two of them ran in to her? Setting that aside for now, Shaden gave Graveyard a shy smile. "Well, if you must steal a dance from me...I guess that is alright. And talking is always welcome." Or gossiping.
Looking back to the dragon Mononoke, Shaden nodded slightly in agreement. "It is the same for me. I have not received anything other than 'my presence is needed in Lumena'." And she couldn't deny that Reaper's were definitely needed. Though it still bothered her how easily these attacks were happening with the amount of Reaper's lurking about. How were they managing to slip past them? A faint grim look passed across her face before her expression changed into something more at ease.
At Cruor's words, Shaden glanced towards the shop he indicated, cyan gaze flashing to Graveyard. Honestly, Shaden was not the most informed when it came to formal wear. Oh she had formal wear, but asking her to help find a place to locate such formal wear? Best to leave that to someone with more expertise.
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