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PostPosted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 8:24 pm


Kyoupiruchi
Wiping off the dust on his metal chest, Kyou popped open the lock to reveal the numerous vials of fel essence residing within. Some making soft gurgling noises, some shimmer brightly in the complete darkness of the chest, and some just sitting idly at the bottom of their vials. Kyou had already given at least a quarter of these corrupted essence out now. There are some extra space for Kyou to sift through to find the essences he needed.

Fact is, 4 volunteers had sent in their responses to Kyou's most recent advertisement. Their paper forms sit on the surface of the table next to Kyou right now. Based on their information, Kyou is to choose an appropriate fel essence for each of them.

From one of the top row he took out a vial with something shimmering brightly in it. But a vortex of darkness surrounded the light. Carefully he placed it on top of the paper application labeled for "Alistair Greenwitch". Then he took out a larger jar with a tree branch sitting in it. Upon first inspection it looked like it's bare and dead. But actually it's just the winter season for the branch now, when Autumn arrives it'll start to bloom Spring flowers. Such a peculiar tree branch that goes against the current season. Holding it carefully with both his hands, Kyou placed it next to the paper application that came from a girl named "Kinsey". Digging through the bottom of the box for a few seconds, he finally pulled out a vial with a piece of shining, smooth silver in it. The nugget clang lightly to the glass as he held it up to inspect in the light. It looks and sounds like silver alright. But to his surprise when he found it in a cavern it wasn't oxidized by the nature at all. Not only that, it's as if the piece of silver is like rubber. It has no reaction at all towards a magnet and cannot conduct electricity or heat at all. Kyou almost dropped the vial when his foot accidentally kicked the corner of the metal chest, causing the glass vials inside to knock against each other lightly, which would almost sound like a beautiful chime if Kyou didn't panicked for a few seconds there. Good thing he didn't broke anything with his clumsiness. Holding the vial of Unoxidized Silver with extra care, he placed it on top of the paper application labeled for "Emile".

Last but not least, for the final person, who he couldn't read the name because Kyou accidentally spilled coffee over it. It seemed like the person didn't use water proof ink pens to fill out his form. But thankfully the rest of the paper was saved, except for the name. From beside the fel essence that was gurgling softly, he fished out a vial with a couple of coffee beans in it. Kyou's face darkened a little as he remembered his incident with these beans. It's perfect, spilled coffee and coffee beans, they match together well. This is the perfect fel essence for this... "Mr Blurred Name Caused By Spilled Coffee". Yeah.

Pulling out the briefcases that he collected back from some previous owners, he began to pack the fel essences and soul bottles that he randomly picked out from his stash. The soul bottle stock is getting low, he must pay a visit to Jeremy to order some more soon. Labeling the briefcases appropriately, he prepared the items to be mail out tomorrow to their new owners.
PostPosted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 4:43 am


Log the First: A Bottle and Vial have I


The quiet clinking of china was the strangely soothing soundtrack to an average morning at the Fluteriousllae house. The off-white cups and saucers with spidery cracks in their glossy exteriors, seemed content with their current, constant usage. Also, the strange, mythical beasties that chased themselves about the rims of every delicate piece were no more hostile than the man who was currently sipping a steaming cup of tea from them demurely, and fingering papers that lay on the table next to an opened parcel.

Cat-like eyes were fastened on the papers with a quiet intensity, and it was a long, silent moment, before Wit was satisfied with his perusal, and set the documents down beside his saucer. Taking another long sip of his tea, he sighed in satisfaction, and picked up the small vial that had come with the package. Tilting it as a child mite, the unremarkable looking beans inside of it made a clinking noise as they shifted from one end to the other, prompting Wit to repeat the motion in reverse, and he smiled delightedly as the sound was reproduced. This naturally resulted in several more experimental wiggles of the tube, and that was about the time that Dweian came in.

Dweian had been out shopping, as that was one of his self-appointed duties for the house. He’d made tea before he left, as it was a Saturday, and Wit would arise late in the morning, with no intention at all of going to work or doing anything remotely productive for the day, and so the older of the two had resigned himself to a day chock full of meal preparation and house-cleaning. If it wasn’t for the fact that the young lord, last scion of the House Fluterious, wasn’t a hundred and ten percent better in every respect in contrast to his late sire, then Dweian wouldn’t have lingered around at all.

However…Wit had freed them both, and he owed the addled blond something for that. A very large something, and though he hadn’t planned on lifetime ‘doting’, it seemed that that was exactly what he was stuck doing.

The moment Dweian walked in the door, Wit’s head snapped up, and he grinned, that Cheshire-smile that always worried the brunette, and then a greeting was chortled in a fashion that indicated that he was terribly pleased with himself over some trifle or another. That was cause to fret as well, as they’d had to replace the carpet in the second bedroom the last time Wit had been this jolly.

“Hello, Dwee.” The blond was still clad in nothing but a pair of sleeping pants, a silk outer robe, and a pair of absurdly fuzzy slippers in an outlandish shade of magenta…the trouble was that he probably thought they looked smashing on him.

After the initial slipper shock, the elder male’s eyes flicked to the table between the two of them, and he stepped in close, meaning to scoop up whatever it was that Wit had…apparently a vial and a bottle of some sort, but the blond beat him to it, snatching the two baubles off the table and eyeing Dweian suspiciously. Oh he didn’t trust the other with his new treasures, no indeed.

“What’s that?” Just as untrusting, Dweian started to unpack the groceries, seeing as how the other wasn’t willing to surrender what he had just yet. “And where did you get it?” He’d learned that was the best strategy with Wit…ask lots of questions.

“This one answered an ad.” The blond had that tinge of pleasure in his own cleverness in his tone, “It was from…a Dr. Kyou…you’ve heard of him, perhaps?”

Vaguely, Dweian recalled the name, and then…with a sinking feeling, he remembered a passing conversation about an ad… “You didn’t.” Fixing hazel eyes on the other, the human glared at his otherworldly counterpart, a scowl causing lines to furrow at his brow. However, despite his wishful denial, he knew the other had. Why oh why did he have to be saddled with an adult creature that chased after everything that caught his fancy with the stubborn determination of a child half his age?

“Wit didses.” He chortled, shaking the vial back and forth again, his amusement painfully obvious. “Is…coffee beans. We shall have to figure outs why they are so special.” A long finger tapped the stopper on the vial ominously, and Dweian immediately closed the distance between them, snatching the essence out of harm’s way.

“Uh-uh.” He countered, “You’re not getting this back until you promise not to open it. And for god’s sake at LEAST promise me not to brew coffee out of the damn things. It’ll probably kill you or turn you into a chicken or something.” Quite clearly he was mistrustful of Wit’s new fascination.

The blond’s eyes suddenly grew large, and his lower lip trembled in a pout…if nothing else, he was a splendid actor. “Can this one pleaaaaaaaaase have it back? He will be good. Would not drink anyway…” Wit made a face, “Coffee is a disgusting, vile, bitter beverage, and thou art better off abstaining from it entirely.” He held out a hand expectantly, “Give it back to me, Dwee.”

He was suddenly all serious again. Damn his fickle moods.

Heaving a grand sigh, Dweian placed the vial in the blond’s waiting palm. The instant that Wit’s fingers folded over it, the Cheshire grin was back, bright and shining, and the brunette instantly regretted his decision.

“Thank you, Dwee…” Picking up the papers again, he shuffled them around until he found the one he wanted, and he held it up for the other’s perusal. “See? This one is to be being to find one of these to put in Wit’s new bottle.”

Squinting, Dweian peered at the illustration that danced beneath the text, obviously scrawled by Wit himself…as he knew the other had taken to making all of their books ones that ‘had pretty pictures to explain thingses’ which meant that an indeterminate amount of tomes in the library now had doodles in all of their margins.

This particular sketch was of a human-fox-like creature with a devious smirk on its face, an expression that reminded Dweian rather startlingly of Wit himself. Eyes flitting to the top of the page, the man read the title with a groan of dismay.

Kitsune.

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