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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 10:34 am
Hikari Chou "What... What is your name?" she asked softly, carefully. If she could get some info out of the woman, if need be she was sure they could hunt her down again. However, she had the faint hope she wouldnt need to do that. Annie gave the sisters a look of utter exasperation. Honestly! It was an apple, and she was a woman carting around a cane! A cane. A two-day old kitten could do more damage than she could. Seeing the look of true distress on the younger's face, however, she bent over slowly, so as not to startle them, and lifted up her pant leg. Exposed was a contorted and twisted leg, with unnatural bumps in two places. She glanced up. "Satisfied? I can't walk properly on it. And," she added, looking at the younger one. "I don't plan on eating you or anything, it's just that I don't like seeing peoples' food get stolen. You can imagine it's happened to me once or twice in my life, what with this leg and all." She tried a hestiant smile, but her face didn't quite respond the way she wanted it to. She walked a few more steps, letting her pant leg fall down to the ground again, and leaning on her cane a little more heavily than usual. She offered the apple at arms length. "If you just want to, then you can take it and leave, but if you don't get here soon, just know that I haven't had a piece of fruit to eat for the last four days, and I might get a craving." This time she did smile, a rather predatory smile, but a smile nonetheless. "My name's Annie, short for Annabelle, but please don't call me that. Annabelle is the name of someone who's remotely attractive. I think my mother was a bit tipsy when she named me, to tell you the truth."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:56 pm
Aaric
The bucket had swung dangerously close to Grondax but Feyd appeared not to notice as he smiled once more, knuckles suspiciously white over the bucket’s handle. “After you, good sir.” As the bucket was swung Grondax resisted the urge to flinch. It would be unbecoming to let this mere theater boy get to him. "Very well boy, you may escort me downstairs. There isn't much interesting to see up here anymore with those two... performers of yours gone. For your sake I hope that the wall was indeed break away. Reconstruction would look ever so unsightly to Sekhet." Grondax started to walk towards the exit of the theater, "You know, I am curious as to what play will they be performing in. I will make special note to come see it."Grondax knew that they were simply jousting words. Nothing could be proven at this point, swords could be hidden elsewhere, and Grondax had little interest in giving Sekhet anymore information then necessary anyway. Grondax repeated Aaric's elaborate flourish in a mocking way before walking out the door and making his way out under the dreary mid morning sky. Turning with a dark smile on his face Grondax mused, "Unlike you they looked to have some talent in them. I could almost smell the fear. For your sake you had better hope that they perform as well on stage, my boy. Good day to you." Grondax bowed his head only the slighested bit before awaiting Aaric's response.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:42 pm
Hikari flushed feeling no bigger then a grain of dirt. "I-I am sooo sorry" She spoke softly as her eyes darted to the ground. She hadnt meant to insult the woman, it was just- that...
"Annie is a pretty name...I bet it fits you..." She tried instead. Hoping she would no longer insult the woman. She felt bad enough as it was. "Uh...well...um...if...er...you know you want...you can have the apple...it...was...one of my items...so Yami shouldnt mind...TOO terribly...would you Yami?" She sent a hopeful look to her sister before looking at the woman. After all- if she hadnt had fruit in awhile...
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:59 pm
Severin parted from Larry, both confused and pleased, and began his walk back to the Boneyard. Along the way, he decided to just head back to his workplace, skipping his trip home altogether. He had much to think over and had since lost his appetite. There was no harm in setting to work, and perhap as he did his hunger would return and he could trim some thin pieces off to eat.
Arriving at his warehouse, the Doctor slipped quietly inside, eyes scanning the entire room before lighting a few candles. So far no theives had entered and stolen the valuebles, he assumed it was the smell, but one couldn't be certain.
He ended up letting his eyes rest on the young corpse laying on a cold slab, knives carefully assorted next to him. Dr. Oddssen frowned then, his mind drifting and he stood, stone still barely even blinking, his eyes just resting on the young boy. He stayed frozen like this for a while, unaware that he hadn't moved, because in his mind it had only been a brief moment.
Returning to reality, the Doctor busied himself with work, completely oblivous that he had just wasted over ten minutes time. He stripped the clothing off the child, them made several incisions into his chest, then began to process of readying him for Grondax.
After working for around ten minutes, Severin froze, his eyes locked on an odd, blood-coated object held in his hand. His face had lost all color and his hands had begun to shake, loosing their grip on the knives he held.
What the 'Good' Doctor held in his hand... was a key.
A key a boy had swallowed.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:10 pm
Yami smiled at her sister. "I don't mind, we can let Annie have it. We have other food at home..." she explained to her sister. Giving a simple apple to a person who needed it most wouldn't make a big impact on the family, and being nice despite the stealing, and the violence, was what they did best. "Go ahead, you may have it"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 2:38 pm
Annie stared. "Th-that's not what I meant! I don't want the apple, really! I just wanted to give it back to you." She looked at the apple in defeat. "If you want to let me keep it out of good will, that's one thing, but I don't want your pity. Here, if you'd like something to drink, the store I'm where I'm working at the moment has some cheap cider." She sighed. I didn't want all of this. It's getting too elaborate. And who knows who these girls are. They could be theives or criminals or something worse. "We could have a drink. My treat. It's the least I can do after giving you such a scare."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:12 pm
Xenostatica "Well, that coin did come in handy," she grinned at the pastry. The coin was worth a trade not necessarilly the price of food but worth something. She smiled, but she did manage to pawn it off on someone, she held the pastry a moment and then stuffed it carefully in the other holster. She would get it when pain was crippling, she couldn't afford to keep herself lazy as the rich did with their meals. She had to be ready for anything. “Ye’s must be a thing o’ wealth teh afford sucha tasty lookin’ dessert.” Came the cheerful response of the sea captain, from somewhere farther down the road from Mercy. Zasar had, apparently, found his excuse, his opportunity to speak with complete strangers for today. And with that, the tall man picked up his pace to a slight jog, purple-feathered hat bobbing slightly with each step, closing the space between himself and Mercy. Unless she were to flee, the captain would slow down to walk beside her, holding his hands gentlemanly behind his back, and continuing on in a cheery prattle. “’Tis a bit o’ gloomy we’er, eh?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:30 pm
A girl of sorts? Larry found that answer baffling and not direct in the least bit.
He supported her with the expert care of a man with five younger siblings. Taking care of a child was not in the least bit intimidating for Larry. He'd seen all the horrors entailed, and didn't think there would be any surprises. Of course, he'd never been around a kid that was tied up in some kind of magic, either.
He'd always wanted a big family, and he supposed this was a weird step in that direction. He had a sneaking suspicion he'd missed a few steps in between, though.
Larry freed a hand for a quick, dutiful salute to Igor.
"I'll do my best!"
And that was all this place asked of him, so said the blind fellow he'd met that morning.
Seeing that things were busy, he stepped out...and found himself relatively close to home. A baby did complicate things a tad. He'd have to start selling trinkets at a faster rate, and he supposed he'd have to bring the kid along when he was doing Detective work. Larry didn't mind that so much. He liked kids. He was good with them. They took things much less seriously than adults, at least most of them, and all they really needed was attention and reassurance.
So! He'd head back home and feed Fifi, as promised, then meet back with Severin that evening and hopefully finish the search.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 3:49 pm
Dr. Severin Oddssen dropped the key to the ground and took several steps back, the shock setting in even worse than before. What had he done? What kind of monster would do something as he had? He had just cut up the young child that his new friend had been looking so dutifully for, he had in possesion all the items to jolly detective needed.
What would he do?
This was far too much for the man to handle, his pupils shrank dangerously, and his eyes widened, and he could feel the tingling in his limbs and mind that heralded an oncoming break-out. He had made a friend with someone who he felt he might be able to trust, and now, in that horrid moment... Everything was ruined.
Severin couldn't go back to Larry now, not with this thought weighing on his conscious. What if the search led to Grondax? What would happen then? He feared the unknown, and was soon consumed by it.
What was he to do?
The Doctor's vision began to prickle and turn black, he could feel his heartbeat resonate throughout his body, and in moments he was on the floor, falling dangerously close to the knives he had dropped. He bit his hand to stifle the screams that followed, his eyes wide and afraid, crying softly from the pain.
Things seemed to evolve from the shadows then, all the lives the man had taken, all the fleshless people he had consumed during his horrid life. Everything came back and haunted him, they seemed to claw at his body, Severin could swear he could see them! He could SEE them! They were disgusting and they all wanted him dead!
The Good Doctor yelled out random words, his frantic pleas and cries developing into mindless jibberish. He was having a serious schizophrenic break, and his hallucinations grew steadily worse until he had clawing and biting at his own body, trying to keep his imagined foes off.
In his hast to flee, he ended up rolling atop of the knives and implements he had dropped, harming himself and shredding the butcher's clothes he worked in.
In a matter of minutes, the psychotic fit was over, but the damage was done.
Dr. Severin Oddsen was diminished to a poor, bleeding old man, curled up in the middle of a bloodied room, crying and trying to forget himself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 4:42 pm
"I-I dont know...I've never had...cider before. And...I dont want to cause you unneeded pains." Hikari spoke softly, catching the vibes from the other woman. It was something her quiet personality had compinsated for. She could some times read vibes better then others. "But dont worry. The apple is far from pity. ...we...dont do the pity thing. ...we hated it when we were younger. J-Just take it. It will be good for you" She spoke offering the best smile she could manage
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:33 pm
Chiaku As he returned to the paper he was reading before, he said with a smile, "We will be here when you need us. Search for us with your heart once more and we will come for you."
Before Kismet really knew what happened she was walking out of the shop. The street in front of her was the same, and when she opened the door once more she saw the same tavern she had expected some time ago. If she didn't know better she would say that the whole experience had been a dream. In truth the only proof she had of the matter was the baby who was drifting off to sleep in her arms. At least that was easy enough to manage; had he been hungry she would have been hard pressed to find some suitable food. It was a matter she would have to deal with soon though, so the brief respite would have to be put to good use.
Her mind made up, Kismet turned on her heel and set off towards the shadier part of town. Certainly the Lost District was no place for a child, but the woman had many more contacts there than she did in the more "respectable" zones, and would probably need every one. Besides which she would have to get to work in a few short hours, though how that would work was still a mystery. For the time she let her mind wander, gripping the sleeping child as the buildings grew darker and the alleys narrower.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:57 pm
The rainclouds continued their relentless assault on the twins as they walked down the streets of the Lost District. The mud of the streets contrasted sharply with the clean, sharp dress of the pair. The dark clouds mirrored their moods, and they were looking for some form of sport to alleviate their solemn state.
"Sister, we must find somewhere to dry our selves off. Where haven't we stayed in a while? I could do with a change of scenery."
Igraine furrowed her brow daintily. Ignoring the rain, she tossed her head before scanning the streets. Her eyes narrowed cruelly as she spotted what appeared to be a huddled figure hurrying down the streets. Dark skin and a flash of gold peeking out from the cloak caught Igrane's attention. "Brother dear, perhaps we could follow that mouse back to her hole," she said with a sly smile.
Turning to his sister with a look of curiosity, Morgan thought for a moment before answering. "Sister, you are ingenious. That might be quite delightful."
The two smoothly changed direction to follow after the figure, still keeping their distance.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:17 pm
It wasn't long before Kismet was drenched, but she doggedly kept walking, navigating the maze of alleyways and buildings with ease. Her back was hunched over, protecting the child she bore from the frigid rain that was quickly becoming a downpour.
That she was being followed escaped the woman's notice, her attention already split between watching the child and working her way through the streets. Had she known she might have taken action, or tried to lose her pursuers. Since she was oblivious however, she was a sitting duck- a situation she usually tried to avoid.
Several turns later Kismet came face to face with a clapboard door only partly attatched to its hinges. She shifted the bundle in her arms, freeing one hand to knock in pattern- two slow, three fast. After several long moments she opened the door on her own and disappeared into the rundown building.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:34 pm
Watching the figure slip into the building, the twins pause for a moment to survey the building before following in. The hanging sign, rattling loosely in the windy rain, showed the establishment to be an inn. Although their station allowed them to stay in the best of inns, or at least the best of the inns that were left, they still enjoyed 'slumming it.' After a moment's rest, they opened the door, entering the building. Raucaus laughter spilled out of the open door, along with crude smells of smoke and booze.
"Seems to be a promising start," Morgan said to his sister without turning. "Shall we find our mouse?"
Igrane snaked an arm around her brother's arm and leaned into him a bit, smiling cruelly. "Indeed we should, but whatever shall we do when we find her."
Morgan let out a loud laugh. "We shall just have to go in and find out, now won't we sister?"
Arm in arm, the two make their entrance into the inn, scouring the area with their eyes and drinking in all of the sights, looking for their quarry.
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