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 Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 5:58 pm
Unfortunately I was busy the days of the tea party, but I managed to get in two posts on Saturday. :3 An orange hand snaked up from under the tablecloth of the snack buffet, creeping up the light cotton fabric to the edge of a silver plate decked out in rice crispie treats. Inching up a little further, delicate, bone marked fingers plucked the square treat from the stack and whipped under the cloth again, leaving but a small ripple.
Crunching noises aside, he was indetectable.
Well, as indetectable as children think they are when there is a sheet between them and someone else.
Braeden peeked his fluffy orange head free from the cloth, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the light. His silver eyeshadow shone brightly, as did his mercury colored eyes, swirling orbs of grey they managed to be. The treat dangled from his mouth as Braeden looked for anyone familiar to him, seeing only Mocha, Hakari and Xenos. The rest of the room was a rainbow of unfamiliarity.
But heck, when that ever stopped him before? Braeden crammed the remaining treat into his mouth and crawled out from under the table, quickly pushing up into a handstand and walking about completely inverted for a moment. He bridged out experately and stood up, errantly flipping his ponytail back behind him.
Besides, he had gifts!
Breaking into a run, the orange spirit dashed to his caretaker, who was just entering. Braeden leapt up and down in excitement.
"Dian Dian Dian Dian Diandiandiandiandiandiandian!!" He squealed,
"Gimme the things I made for everyone."
"You want to hand them out already?" Dian queried, fishing through his pockets. From within emerged no fewer than two dozen necklaces. Each held a colored glass bauble on a thin silver chain. Some were shaped as hearts, others leaves, yet more feathers, some rings and spirals, and each was delicately shaped from molten glass by the orange spirit himself.
Taking them in hand, Braeden began to run around and hold out the necklaces, asking everyone to take one they liked.
"Happy post-valentines day tea party thingie!" He chirped to everyone.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Braeden was visiting every person he could see, asking each one to take a necklace. They were hand made and fairly ornate, not cheap plastic party favors normally handed out. He didn't know who everyone was, but giving gifts just had to be a way to break the ice.
A tug on his arm and the orange spirit turned around, lighting up at the sight of young Mocha. Their last encounter left him with a happy euphoria that lasted for days, and the memory brought a smile to his face. Holding out a few necklaces, Braeden allowed Mocha to pick one he liked.
The younger spirit soon brought his attention to Gokiloud, and the inquary on if he was Cinderella or not and the lad snickered slightly.
"Don't think so. At least, he told me his name was Gokiloud. He could have been lying though. Why don't you go ask him for yourself?" Braeden wanted to encourage mingling between the others, and seeing the Cinderella exchange would just be classic.
"But hey Mocha, you wanna help me give out these necklaces to everyone? I made them for the party." He said, holding out a few of them, shining on small silver chains.Then of course there is the fanart on the front page.  And the entire RP in the Chegrin Manor The link is here: ROLEPLAY!
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 7:28 pm
Chegrin Braeden was out and about alone again, as usual. He almost acted like a homeless spirit, with how often he was just roaming about, as opposed to being at home. Riyana hadn't been around recently, and without her calming aura, he was starting to feel anxiety, so he worked it off by running around, and climbing on things.
He'd acutally just returned from leaping hurdles over trash cans, but had abandoned it after some woman started to chase him. Absently, he began to pick debris from his inky black scarf as he scuffed a pristine orange foot along the cement ground. It was almost like dirt and grime just fell away from him, while his scarf was like a lint magnet.
All in all, he was just feeling a little bit lonely. He tended to put most people off, or frighten them away, but not by any fault of his own. He was just a little too...too random, he supposed. As the wind picked up, he let the soft material rip free from his hands to dance behind him in the air like a pair of dark wings.
Eyes the same color as diamonds were focused on the ground, and he left himself completely defenseless. Xenostatica Hikari was quite excited Xenos had finally allowed her to carry the camera and use it to take photos. She had been waiting for a while now and the fact that the old meduim format camera was hanging from around her neck. She loved to take pictures of random objects that caught her eye.
She sneak around the streets she loved the idea that she would stumble into some ancient secret and she would be the only one that had the proof. She smiled at the idea of taking a picture of a ghost.
She was surprised that she noticed the orange lanturn. She was not sure if she had met him but that was probably just the fact that lanturns seemed to attract attention from other lanturns. She held her camera up, his scarf was perfect fliping in the wind.
*CLICK* the camera's shutter made a loud noise. Chegrin Click? What sort of animal or object made a click noise? Braeden blinked and looked up, seeing at first only a radiant red glow. Turning to face her, his scarf continued to billow, but to his side, rather than out behind him. The wind lifted his long ponytail and draped it over his shoulder.
For a moment, he didn't even realize she held a camera. Blinking, Braeden began to search his mind for where he might have encountered a red spirit before.
Riyana was blue, Gokiloud yellow, Aikori green, Mocha brown, Toshi pink, Dusk purple...He'd met a multitude of spirits from all colors of the rainbow, but none for red.
Until now.
But she seemed so familiar to him, though he'd never met her before. It niggled like an old memory that just refused to be dug up!
"Click?" He asked, before spotting the camera, and smiling. He'd never been camera shy. He mirrored her actions in pantomime, holding up an invisible camera and clicking the shutter button.
"Click."
Her image would forever be in his memory from now on. Xenostatica Hikari smiled wide, she let a small giggle out and she wound the film in the camera. The old style Rilo were manual and she was excited at the sound filled the air, she realized that she need to apologize for not asking premission. She knew Xenos asked all the time.
"My apologize, your scarf was so wonderful in the wind and your orange tint shaded the black wonderfully and I couldn't help but take it," she bowed a little and held out a hand. "I'm Hikari, it is very nice to meet you."
She loved the way his ponytail was, she wasn't sure if she had met him but to make sure she was not rude she made her introduction.
*CLICK* The camera went off as she had just had come up, she turned a deeper red as she appeared amature and unprofessional. She didn't know it would be so hard. Chegrin "It's quite alright." Braeden began, waving his hand casually. His smile was big and genuine, actually rather delighted someone approached him, for once.
He mirrored the bow, and took Hikari's hand, shaking it lightly. Her hands were warm, just like her color was. As far as he could tell, so was her personality.
"I'm called Braeden. A pleasure to meet you, Hikari." He said, laughing quietly as her camera went off again.
"Do you make prints of the pictures you take? I might like to purchase one off of you." He said, ignoring the urge to make a quip about the picture that was probably taken of their knees.
"When did you start photography?" He queried at legnth, noticing the camera itself seemed rather aged, but well loved. Xenostatica Hikari smiled wide, she was excited that someone was taking interest in her work and photography in general. "Actually, I just got this camera, Xenos, my guardian, she does a lot of arts and such, so I have experience painting and taking photos! I've learn to develope and print my own work...though I don't know if you would want to purchase one?" She was curious at the concept.
"Braeden, I can set it up so we have a picture and I can give that to you, as honor of us meeting," she smiled as one of her pig tails blew across her face.
She was glad to meet Braeden. He seemed very friendly and curious, she liked that. It must of been because she was such in that manner. Always curious, she was like a cat, Xenos had said at one time.
Chegrin Braeden listened intently to what she said, soaking up her words with interest. Xenos. Another word that sounded oddly familiar to him. So Xenos was her guardian?
"C'mon, from how you described me, I'm sure you have excellent taste." Braeden lightly ribbed. He chuckled slightly, but was actually suprised that she didn't think he'd actually BUY one.
"Well hey, if you want to give it to me, I'm not complaining. That's kind of you."
He looked thoughtfully at her own blazingly red hair, chewing his lip lightly.
"You say you paint? I'm a little bit of an artist myself, but I...I well...I mold glass. I was handing out little ones at the party Toshi held." Xenostatica Hikari's eyes widen in utter delight, "You work with glass?! I've only read of such arts in books, I thought that was a forgotten skill, what a wonderful talent!"
She smiled at the thought of the party, she had had a lot of fun. Those glasses were his? She was surprised that she could touch such work. She had learn from Japanese Green Tea ceremonies to admire the work of the potters and such. She had to at one point looked at the glass.
"Excellent taste isn't what I would have thought of myself, but thank ou for such a thought. I would gladly give you one, it would be no trouble at all! To thing someone would admire my work, excites me a little. Tell me of this glass skill," she was excited. She had it all planned out. The picture and such with a nice frame. Chegrin It was Braeden's turn to flush. He just turned a more red shade of orange, though his bones still glowed as brightly through his skin. Absently he rubbed at his silver eyeshadow as he thought about what to say without sounding pretentious.
"My Guardian, Dian he-- Well he sculpts. He told me that ever since I was a lamp I've had the tendancy to just kind of, well, light myself on fire. It was his idea to hand me a glass rod and tell me to try to shape an animal.
I practise as often as I can, but it's difficult." Braeden said, knowing the last time he'd tried it, he passed out before he finished and the sparrow he'd been molding fell to the floor and shattered.
"Perhaps we can exchange gifts? What would you like? I can make pendants, and little animals and stuff. That is, if you want one."
He was a little self concious, despite Hikari's enthusiasm. No one other than his father made any mention of his work. Xenostatica Hikari's giggled, "What a brilliant idea! That way we can have a keepsake for us to have and show off. I think that's a plan and a wonderful one to do as well." She couldn't help but wonder what he would make her.
"So Dian is your guardian, a sculpture, what an wild job! I bet he does great works, what does he work with? It couldn't be as delicate and expressive as your glass!" She was so curious about him, she couldn't help but talk and ask.
She grinned as she held up the camera after a quick wind and took his picture again. Maybe she would make a scrape book or better a painting with the lanturns she pictured or met. She could just save it for a special project.
"You must have a delicate hand and a wonderful eye to work with glass, it is a beautiful and stubborn material all at the same time," she lost herself in the curiousness of him. Chegrin "It's only brittle when it's cold, when it heats up, it becomes just like a ball of clay, or like silly putty, but stronger.
Dian works with all sorts of things. We've got sculptures all over the house. Mostly of angels and stuff, because he's primarilly a funereal sculptor."
Braeden sighed in exasperation. He had to help Dian move a bunch of them, because he had sold some from his store room.
"Marble, granite, terra cotta, clay, plaster, bronze...He even works in a forge, making fences and silverware and stuff." Braeden listed off. Whatever caught his dad's fancy became yet another thing for him to do.
The click of the shutter and the spirit dissolved into giggles again.
"Photographs are like memories on paper." He noted quietly, "You can capture a moment that will never exist ever again except on a celluliod frame. A river may always be a river, but from instant to instant, it is never the same river. It must be so enrapturing, to control such a device." He said, motioning to her camera. Xenostatica Hikari paused a moment, then noted, "Those are wise words that you speak, it is almost as if you understand lose of a memory or something that you hold dear!" She shivered at the thought of that and looked at her camera in a happy moment.
She removed the camera gently and rushed quickly closer to Braeden and hugged him, "That is a wonderful picture of the camera. I think you should experience the enjoyment, why not take a picture?" She held the camera out a moment, pulled it back, checked the mechanics of it and then held it before him, "I believe everyone should have a moment in time that is all theirs and here's a chance!" Chegrin Braeden's expression faded to the look of a lost ghost he so often portrayed. In the back of his mind, everything he used to be was a big blank. It was like he'd written out his life on a chalkboard and someone came by with a rag and wiped the first half away, leaving a dingy smudge and the knowlege that something was once there, but would never again be retrieved. If a photograph was worth a thousand words, perhaps a picture of his last life could lead him toward remembering who he used to be.
Hikari camed closer and pulled him into a hug. Unable to restrain himself, Braeden came frighteningly close to crying, but the glowing tears remained suspended in his eyes, eventually dissappearing again.
The red spirit held out the camera to him, explaining that he should have a moment that was all his own. Taking the device, Braeden stood still, frozen by the churning of his own thoughts and the new stress of trying to find a moment for himself.
"I--"
Who was he to try and capture a single perfect moment to remember?
Without taking a single image, Braeden shook his head, and handed it back to Hikari.
"I'll leave moment saving to the professional." He said, letting his hands drop to his sides afterward. Xenostatica Hikari's smile wavered a little as he seemed to be a little emotional for a moment. She took the camera and allowed a slow grin to appear on her face again, she was not one to allow even a sad moment effect everyone. She had been told a smile could be contagious if done by a good person.
"I'm far from a professional," she chuckled at him softly as she pulled the sling from her back forward, "I do have a tripod for this though!" She set up the small 62" tripod. It fell over on her once and she couldn't help but laugh in embarrassement. This determination didn't stop her though, she got it all set up.
"If you couldn't make a memory in fear of ruining it, then I'll make one for you," she smiled as she set the wire in her hand and looked through the lens, messed with a switch here and there and then walked back next to Braedon. "I hope you smiled for this!" she was really hoping that it would come out so they could each have a picture.
She didn't move him but hugged onto his arm with a smile and clicked the button. This would be a time to remember, at least there was someone else who understood that creating was important. Chegrin Braeden quickly chided himself for allowing himself to lose control of his emotions in such a way, and pushed his negative thoughts to the back of his mind, allowing his default smile to reemerge.
"Compared to me, you are." He said, pantomiming himself with the camera and fumbling with it. It kind of eerily mirrored how she dropped the tripod, but her laugh caused him to laugh, and slowly his smile became more genuine.
Hikari walked up to him and gripped his arm. Both of them grinned for the photo, Braeden in his usual manner resembling a sort of jester, and Hikari being charming and a half.
He was a little suprised. Hikari was a very affectionate spirit. Ten minutes into meeting her and she'd hugged onto him twice. He'd never gotten that much from Riyana, and she was one of the first he'd met.
But comparing them was unfair. Riyana and Hikari were wholly different souls.
"Do you prefer painting or photography? Or neither?" He queried at legnth. Xenostatica Hikari smiled and chuckled with a softness she often had when she didn't know whether to pick ice cream or cupcakes, "Oh I love them both! I couldn't get enough of painting and photography is painting without the mess!"
She was happy to answer questions. She walked to her tripod and quickly took it apart. She wound the camera and strapped it around her neck again. It was in a blink of an eye and she was even surprised herself.
"In my mind I can't compare either to each other because even though they are similar in the effect you get a picture, how and why the picture is a picture is a different story. There are emotions that both can hide and convey while masking others so the control is different, like when you meet people, you know some people are just the way they are and others, well others need help to see how wonderful they are," her smile was genuine and hoped she explained well enough. Chegrin "True enough." Braeden replied about comparing painting to photography, or more specifically the lack of the ability to compare the two. Unfortunately for himself, Braeden's Painting and Photography was glass sculpting and...and...the ability to act like a wierdo. He really needed to develop another skill.
As she continued to speak though, his expression became more and more enigmatic. There was a lot to her words, and meanings that could be drawn that were either implied, or not. It seemed simple, 'some people are just the way they are and others, well others need help to see how wonderful they are.'
He knew people like that. But was she talking about him? Braeden's face became a mask as he attempted to decipher her sentance before just figuring that he should just take it as he was said. He replied with another
"True enough."
A question popped into his head,
"But what if a person who masks emotions is just the way they are? Are they wonderful too, or do they need help to see a better side?" Xenostatica Hikari looked at Braeden and thought for a moment, wrinkling her forehead and her eyes lit up, " People who mask emotions tend to be afraid of rejection or that they are not as important as they really are. They could use the help to see that they are special, but sometimes it just takes a smile for them to know who they are." She nodded a moment, "But you can't force the person they will come out of their shell on their own. I am a little more free with myself because I believe everyone should know that I am just as I am, I am no different with anyone, though I may find that I am attracted to pay more attention to other lanturns because I see something very special that they may not see yet...or I'm just being selfish..."
She stopped a moment at that comment, "I hope that I am not the second, I love beng there for others, especially if they want me there." She smiled wide and took another picture but this time of their feet.
"Another point is they might just mask because they know no other way to be," she lost her smile a moment and then found it again, "But that's okay because that's just the way they are! And that shouldn't change who they are or why they are because they are important no matter what." Chegrin "You're very wise." Braeden said as she recounted what she knew of wonderful people and being who you were just meant to be, who you were.
"But who doesn't want to pay more attention to those who share resemblance to yourself?" Braeden lifted his arm, radiantly glowing with the white beams that marked his bones still apparent, as they likely would be throughout his...Death? Could what he was experiencing now be called life?
"We're all mysteries in some respect. Even those who are open and free with who they are carry something that is hidden, perhaps unknown to even them."
"Importance and...Wonderful...Quality...Importance?" He was just thinking to himself by that point. He let his hand drop again, his eyes focused on the ground, but beyond it as he pondered her words.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 3:25 pm
Disinclined The girl ambled cautiously through the streets, ribbon tied loosely through her long, blue hair. The sun shone brightly, casting long shadows on the surrounding skyscrapers. It could easily be considered a glorious day, and Riyana (for once) could truly appreciate the sunshine. A bit of a loner, the girl was searching for the perfect place - somewhere she wouldn't be in the way, somewhere she could immerse herself in her current project: reading.
She enjoyed literature - the stories one could lose themselves in, different worlds, different ideas, different everything. She was a slow reader, and struggled with more difficult chapters, but it came easier now than it did when she was smaller. Now, she could truly appreciate books and the worlds and escape they offered.
Today was no different than any day. The quiet girl, a soft smile carved upon her lips, found the place she wanted to be. A small, inner-city park - a few trees, a bit of greenery, a small fountain and a few benches scattered within the stretch of land. It was small, but it surely served its purpose.
A few other folk were scattered, enjoying the day - dressed up in skirts and suits, focused only upon each other or their lunches. Riyana paid them little notice, settling down on the first available bench. There. Glancing around, the girl closed her eyes, allowing herself to be immersed in sunshine.
Today was going to be a good day - she just knew it!
Rown
Dusk looked up and around as he sat beneath a tree, his sheep ears perked and listening. He had thought...that he felt the pulse of another lanturn, but as he looked around he saw no one. None the less he rose to his feet, dusting the back of his pants off and pushing several strands of loose hair behind his ears.
Rown hadn't been around as of late, and since Dusk had no real desire or care to, his long purple-and-black hair had been left down to cascade about his shoulders. It absorbed the warmth of the sun, helping keep the sheep-boy's neck warm, and it also seemed to sparkle as he walked.
He turned his head from left to right, trying to find the source of what he felt. It was somewhat...familar...but he couldn't place it. Closing the book he had borrowed from Rown earlier, he headed towards the pulse, humming softly.Chegrin Braeden was out on his usual runs through the city, though admitidly it was earlier than normal. Madcap sprinting was dangerous in the dark, despite his natural glow. A few nights ago, had it been daylight, he'd have noticed the people in the alleyway, and wouldn't have run headfirst into the group.
Ach, that was a blunder he didn't care to repeat.
As fast as a small car, Braeden rounded the corner on the pathway about the small park on his way toward the bridge. Time and time again, the river was where he ended his usual sprints, and by this point, he was fairly winded. Keeping up his pace to the very finish, two very distinct flashes of energy speared his mind. Blue and purple.
Braeden tripped, and tumbled across the walkway, rolling head over heels at least six times before skidding to a stop.
"Ugh..." He groaned as he rubbed his bumped head lightly. Standing, he brushed at some of the small scrapes he had aquired and checked his scarf for tears. Finding none, he decided to locate the sources of energy, masking his own as best he could. Silently he approached the two from behind. Over the top of a bench he could spot Riyana's blue head tilted skyward, and further away, a faint violet glow.
Braeden walked up to the bench and rested his elbows over the edge, near Riyana but not directly next to her. He smiled in at her, and waited for her to notice him. kaze1981 Arian was bored - something the unicorn boy had been quite often as late. Really bored as in the cookie wouldn't make it go away and nothing else he'd done seemed interesting bored.
Mummy had suggested that he go out and that if he wanted she could go along with him, but then Uncle Kori had called her and she'd said she had to talk to him - although Arian didn't know why she bothered to talk to such a meenie like him.
The unicorn boy sighed absently fiddling with one of his stray feathers, his tail swishing from side to side, as restless as he was feeling.
What he wanted was something to do! Something different! Or maybe just someone to talk to, maybe some one he knew - like one of the other lantern spirits.
Racking his brain Arian realised he didn't really know any of the other lantern spirits that well, except for Aikori and that was since Mummy knew Enikil and...
"I'm soo bored" he said exasperated. "Boored!" He repeated again for emphasis. Kuuroinochou
Tli walked the lonely path silently, taking in all her surroundings. Her frameless glasses were clasped in her hands softly as she observed all without them. "Finally free..." so many months indoors could cause a person to grow rather claustrophobic, which later Tli realized she had developed.
She didn't like to sit in one place for too long and she definately hated to be closed in. As she walked up the path taking a corner she saw a glow vaguely familiar to her. The last time she was out, she was still a lanturn and had no visual identity. Smiling softly she wondered if anyone would remember the lanturn of the Cat-girl...
She ventured forward to the orange glow and that of a violet one....Disinclined Thoroughly engrossed in her inward pleasure, happy to feel the warmth of the sun, she paid no attention to that of those around her. Surely, she thought she felt the present of other lanturns, other wandering spirits. Ever since growing, she'd been able to feel things stronger than before - was that Dusk's presence? Maybe. It surely felt familiar.
A few more were scattered about - unfamiliar to Riyana, though recognizable as kin nonetheless.
The sunlight was delicious - lately Riyana had been drawn more and more to the lighter sides of life. Despite her more approachable nature, the girl still held the skeletons of her past - some emotions weren't completely forgotten.
Paranoia whispering in her ear, she turned her head and opened her blue eyes - only to jump in surprise. "Breadan!" She squeaked, her eyes wide. She hadn't expected someone to be so close - why hadn't she noticed him? Had she really been that distracted?
Still, her gentle smile was quick to lighten her pale features, and a delighted humor entered her gaze. "You startled me," she admiited as if it weren't obvious. Glancing down at her white sundress, the girl tugged upon it, a new nervous gesture. Now there was a shadow of the old Riyana - always so softspoken and hestiant, always looking out at the world from underneath her eyelashes. If she could blush, she did - a bit embarressed by her jumpyness.
It was then, taking a moment to look at her friend, did she see his disheveled appearance. Eyebrows raising, the Riyana tilted her head, a flash of concern breaking her pleasure in seeing him. "Are you alright? You look . . . a bit tattered," she smiled, glancing away in case her friend took her choice of words as an insult.
Rown Dusk felt a jump in pulses as he walked, looking around with delicate care. Had he felt two before, now he knew for certain that there were at least four lanturns around him. He could pinpoint two of them as very familiar...but the other two were something vague in his mind.
He went towards the ones he knew first, for though Dusk was growing bolder, he was still a sheep inside. New things frightened him a bit more than they should, so perhaps seeing something old before the something new would calm his nerves a good deal.
Dusk's ears swished back and forth as he neared the two familiar pulses, but he stopped and spun around as a new pulse sat directly close to him. He looked around, his blue eyes scanning without any hesitation.
Chegrin Braeden smiled broadly. He still had it! There was something he always enjoyed about suprising people, startling them, and occationally scaring them, but mostly suprise. It had taken her a little longer than he anticipated to notice him. Not that he was complaining, as Riyana's pleased face was as good a view as any.
He watched her figit nervously for a moment, silent until she mentioned his ragtag appearance. He wrinkled his nose a little but never lost the smile. Bracing his hand against the back of the bench he easily leapt over to land in the seat, facing his good friend with legs crossed. She was looking away from him though.
"I fell, nothing major. What about you? You seem happy." He said, glancing at the sky. Indeed it was a beautiful day out, and she seemed dressed for the occation. kaze1981 Inspiration didn't exactly fall into Arian's lap - ok well so nothing exciting came about of the unicorn spirit voicing his boredom out loud - not immediately at any rate.
Although Arian was suddenly graced with a potential answer to his boredom in the form of spirits - more specifically other lanturn spirits.. At least he thought he could sense them, although how many and how far away they were anyone's guess - though personally Arian thought that they weren't too far away.. Well he hoped they weren't too far away since that meant that there'd be people to talk to and hopefully no more boredom.
One spirit at least seemed quite close though, although Arian wasn't sure if it was some one he'd met before.
"There's only one way to find out" he told himself not realising he was speaking his thoughts aloud.
Following the 'feeling' for lack of a better word Arian was eventually graced with a sort-of-familiar violet glow, in a familiar but not-familiar way.
Plopping himself down next to the lanturn Arian racked his brain briefly for what he thought the lanturn's name might be - something to do with night and night-time and evening and Dusk! That was his name! "Hi Dusk" he said cheerfully. Kuuroinochou There weren't many other lanturns that Tli knew she had yet to mingle with a single one from her days as a glowing bulb of light. She doubted anyone would remember her exuberance to be free.
As she accessed her surroundings she noticed a familiar unicorn spirit with his wings. She didn't know the purplish lanturn and the other lanturns that she could feel were strewn about in various alcoves.
Walking meekly she ventured to put her frameless glasses on her petite little face, although no frames the glasses did slide down her small nose a bit. Brushing her long bangs from her face she simply walked nearer to the feathers that were familiar to her and reached out to touch them like before. It was now her way of greating the unicorn spirit without startling him too much or making a fool of herself. "Hello." she said addressing both spirits before taking a seat on the opposite side of Arian. Disinclined Riyana was pleased to note that Braedan didn't seem upset by her coloured adjectives. Tattered truly DID seem to fit the rough-and-tumble lanturn - his personality was perfectly befitting to his exuberant colour. Bright, always shining and incredibly energetic. It was contagious, in a strange sort of way, almost addicting. Her friend always had a way of getting her to open up, of drawing her out of the shadows she took so much comfort in.
Today was no exception.
Even with her natural light, even without holding onto her defenses like a crutch, the girl still needed the occassional encouragement.
When he leaped over to sit beside her on the bench, she turned, glad that he decided to stop and talk. Setting the book in her lap to the side, she turned towards him, making it easier for conversation. She didn't want to come off as being rude!
"I am happy today," she agreed, reaching up to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ears. "I'm outside, the sun is shining, and now you're here - what else could I want?" Friends were nearby - her gaze, though focused on Braedan, occassionaly flickered to the nearby spirits.
A few she could sense were still strangers, but Dusk wasn't far either - his purple glow easy to recognize and spot.
It seemed everyone wanted to be outside today, and Riyana surely couldn't blame them!
Rown [ Yes Riyana....you know you want to find Dusk....*sends messages* hehe, j/k ]
Dusk shuddered at the sound of his name, quickly turning to see a fellow lanturn resting on the bench he was standing by. He'd never seen this fellow before, or if he had, he'd forgotten his name. Dusk surely would remember seeing someone with a unicorn horn and wings...but he couldn't place this new face. And it unsettled him even more that it knew his name.
"H...hello. I'm afraid....I don't remember you, have we met?"
Dusk's words were a little shakey but firm, and he remained polite in his tone and speech. The least he wanted was to offend someone at this point in time, no matter how brave he was slowly becoming.
He flicked his head towards the direction of where he thought the others were, longing to go and see them. Chegrin If he were more modest, Braeden would have blushed that he was on the list of things that made Riyana happy. Instead, he just silently swelled with pride. Shining sun, being outside...
"I'm glad you're doing well." And it was true. Ever since he met the blue lanturn, he'd prided himself in helping her open up and enjoy just being. It seemed it was working.
Instead, he just reached around to grasp his long ponytail and bring it around so he could toy with the tip of it. The rest of his hair just blew around haphazardly, though typical of his style, one eye was completely obscured.
"What are you reading?" Braeden queried, noticing she placed a book to the side. Since she admitted being inexperienced with the recreation, he was glad to see her attempting to better her skills. A puff of breeze lifted the trails of his scarf and deposited it onto his lap. kaze1981 Arian grin faltered at the other lanturn's response and turned into a nervous smile. "We met a long time ago, though it was only once.. I remember you were humming and it was pretty and there was another lanturn there too - she was read and did a funny bending-over thingy like Toshi does although Toshi does it to say hello and she said she did it to say sorry."
Arian finally paused for breath "It was only one meeting though and it wasn't very long either. My name's Arian by the way if you've forgotten it."((Ack sorry so slow - had to go do something in the kitchen)) Disinclined ((Hmm - I do believe this might be the last post. I'm going to have to get going real quick. I have to go pick up my car, and then the boyfriend and I are grabbing pizza for dinner. So . . . just a heads up! And thanks for the RP in advance you guys. Twas fun!)) Riyana sat comfortably on the bench, her sandels dangling off her feet. Back pressed completely against the back of the bench, her toes didn't quite touch the ground. But be that as it may - she was still young, and not completely full grown.
Reaching over, she picked up the book and offered it to her friend. "I found it in Devan's room," she admitted, her lips curving upward almost impishly. "It was forgotten in some corner behind his bed, but it was one of the few that had actual words to read. He doesn't have a library like yours - not at all!" Was that - shock gasp and horror - a giggle?
Did she actually, pray tell, laugh?
It was a small chuckel, and could almost easily be overlooked as a vocal-smile. But it was, the softest of giggles, from memory of the mess that was Devan's room and his library in comparison to Braedans. There was no comparison - in fact, Devan didn't own a library card much less more than five books that had actual words!
"It's called The Call of the Wild, and I think it's about a dog," she explained patiently, a little proud smile echoing in her words. "I just found it today, so I haven't really started it yet."
It was a little victory for the girl, but a victory nonetheless. At least she was actually reading - slowly, but it was literature nonetheless.
((Wow - I forgot what books I was reading at age 12-ish. I think this was one of them, though Riyana's reading level probably isn't where mine was. x3 Oh well. She can struggle through. ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 2:00 am
Standing in the studio, one of the few non flammable areas in the house, and surrounded by other motionless figures, this particular child seemed to be a painted statue. In his left hand was clutched a solid orb of glass, the right but two glass rods about the diameter of a pencil each. The walls were white with marble powder and ceramic dust. The spirit breathed slowly, emotive eyes fixated on the floor before him. This was the first time he'd attempted sculpting without Dian, but he was determined to show his improvement by making something on his own.
Sucking in a breath, the glowing marks protruding from his body radiated even more prominantly. Closing his eyes and reaching down within himself Braeden sought the pyre that kept his luminous body radiating light and stoked it. He had a molten core that funcioned much like a heart, or an engine, and reaching it mentally he added coals, and wood, paper and leaves.
Outwardly Braeden began to really shine, smoldering orange glow matching the lightbulbs in the room and eventually outshining even them. The heat from his body distorted the air around, bending it to ripple around him as the first licks of flames began to dance around his figure, catching with sudden explosive power into a bonfire. Like a pumpkin hit with a blowtorch Braeden ignighted, silver eyes flying open.
The glass in his hands reddened and became gooey in his grasp. Taking the consistancy of silly putty, Braeden's quick fingers pinched and pulled at the ordinarily brittle material to form an animal. A small bird, refined and shy who really came out when the sun shone and there weren't too many others about. A sparrow, tiny peeping bird.
The index finger made a perfect crest, but the face wasn't turning out to look like a sparrow at all. The beak was too large. Push it in, try again. Too long, and the body was losing shape. Reform, try again.
Precious minutes ticked by as the orange boy desperately sought to perfect his creation as he exhausted his energy stores. Braeden rocked on his feet as he stood, smoothing out the feathers, and pulling out the small tail. Thirty seconds later and he was trembling, shivering fingers causing more errors than fixing ones.
Like an old star, Braeden's bonfire exploded with Supernova intensity, scorching the ceiling with a flower shaped black smudge. And like that, it was over. Snuffed out to near obscurity, Braeden lightly swayed on his feet, before his knees gave out and the small spirit collapsed to the floor, the hardened sparrow falling from limp fingers.
Braeden never saw the sparrow shatter on the floor.
More minutes passed before anyone knew of the befallen Braeden.
Hands tender with love and affection lifted the limp form from the floor. Young foolishness was smoothed away by a father's touch, pushing hair away from the face of a young boy, an orange soul.
Cool satin sheets swathed the form of the spent figure, hair unbound to lay freely beside him, scarf untangled from gangly limbs. Brown hands clasped orange ones, and between them passed a paper basket. It was cradled by the spirit even in sleep as something to be treasured. The glowing lamp outshone the spent pyre, but before honey gold eyes, the two began to flicker in unison.
"But on to sleep, my son."
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 2:43 am
Bleary silver eyes opened to reveal the sheer cloth of the canopy over Dian's bed. Orbs dropped to the side to look out the window to discover it was night out. They closed again as the spirit sought to reccolect his last moments awake.
He'd been unconcious for about thirty six hours.
Sleepy still, his attention became focused on the object clasped in his hands. Orange fingers lightly drew across a papery ridge, jumping over the fibers and places where ink made the paper thick. A small smile graced his lips as he thumbed the ridges, listening to the paper rasp quietly.
A tan paper lantern was still held between his hands as it was when Dian placed it there the day before. From the sight of the wrinkled bedsheets, and knowing he hadn't been the one to move, Braeden was aware Dian spent the night beside him. Even now the pillow held the scent of the gentle hearted man. Without Dian, he'd have spent the day on the floor, maybe even been snuffed completely. His life, if it could be called that, despite being immortal was really just as suseptable as fire.
A spectacular life, and an uneventful but lingering death.
Completely drained, Braeden could hardly move his chest to intake the air needed to keep his fire alive. The lantern in his hands drew his attention again. It was so warm and bright, glowing with certainty. The pulse of light thrummed in time with his own, steady and sure like a heartbeat.
Moving aside the wire on the top, Braeden dipped an orange hand within the confines of that light, not at all suprised to find no fire at all, but a radiating sphere. No bigger than his fist, Braeden lifted it free, leaving the tan container an empty shell, as his own light hung.
Pressing the sphere to his chest, a small happy smile graced his lips as the orb sank into his body, fusing with his own core and exploding into light. Like liquid, the glow coursed anew through his libs, though as it progressed, his skin darkened and turned opaque, shielding his inner workings once again, though his bones continued to show through even now.
Shivering with pleasure, Braeden's back arched off of the bed as his spine elongated, the legnthening in turn also his legs, matching them to his new height. And as soon as the changes began, they ended. He tingled all over, residual traces of the energy dancing along his nerves. So far, the best thing that ever happened to him.
Sitting up, Braeden instinctively delved his hand back inside the lantern, this time withdrawing soot grey clothes, where before it was completely empty. A sheer shirt, high collar, no sleeves, a short jacket, loose dancing pants, no drawstring, socks and shoes.
Slipping into them was simple, they were custom to him after all. The pants slipped low around his hips, but he liked it. It showed off where his iliac crest shone through.
Braeden cradled the spent light to his chest and whispered a silent thanks, scaling the bed to hang it beside his old one. Dropping to the floor, Braeden redid his hair and replaced the scarf, walking out of the room to greet the world anew.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 4:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 5:16 pm
((RP TIIIEEEMEE For ease in Hakari's reading, The posts have been cropped, and the parts important to Braeden will be highlighted in orange)) Chegrin The Chegrin family was on time, for once. Raissen had taken the day off of work, and spent most of it getting ready for dinner. Having taken a shower, scrubbing himself nearly pink, he only resumed his normal color at lunch time. Hair impeccably groomed and flared up in the back, black eyeliner drawing attention to night blue eyes behind thin black armani glasses, and dark glossy lipstick, he was resembling his teen years more than ever. Dian opted for more conservative wear, with a black fleece sweater, slacks and wingtips. He too wore glasses, and pulled back his normally freehanging orange hair into a small fluffy ponytail. Braeden wore his normal clothes, as they were the only thing that fit the bone thin soul.Dian didn't even bother with A'Hallei. Even thinking of that boy brought creepy doom feelings to him. He wanted this dinner to go well, and A'Hallei was too volitile to risk it. Together they climbed into a black Jetta, and drove to Infi's house. "You know what's funny?" Dian asked as he steered the sleek vehicle.
"What's funny?" Braeden piped up from the back seat.
"I've dropped Micah off at Infi's house several times by now, and I've never met the woman." He said.
"...That's not funny." Braeden said at legnth, expecting a joke, surely.
"Not 'Haha' funny, but 'that's wierd' funny." Raissen explained, shifting to place a foot on the dashboard.Dian rolled his eyes but said nothing. He simply sighed as he pulled up Infi's street and into the driveway. All four passengers hopped out of the car simultaneously, Dian locking it as they walked up to the front door. "Remember, there is only one chance to make a good first impression." And with that, he reached out and pushed the doorbell. InfinitiesofSoules The doorbell woke Mara, and the first impression that was gotten (at least, most likely by the Chegrin family), was that of an inhuman screech filling the air. Laertes, startled by Mara's scream, hit his lamp, and it fell through the window, shattering onto the front porch. Inside the house, Infi lifted her chin bravely. "This dinner will be lovely." she said firmly. The five kids downstairs all eyed her dubiously, and Infi opened the door. "Hello." she said with a pale face and a large smile. "Welcome. Please, come in. Make yourselves at home." Micah waved at Dian. "Ignore the Stepford children." he said, waving his hand. "They aren't usually this dressed up. Or this clean. Kael even washed behind his ears." With that he turned his eyes back to his book and ignored the incoming family. Laertes had finally found a nice outfit to wear. A white chinese-style top, sleeveless and in white silk- with violet embroidery that matched his eyes- was paired with a short black skirt that was, while almost indecent in legnth, matched the shirt beautifully. He topped it off with some knee-high black stiletto boots with a violet design matching the flowers in his shirt, and a pair of fishnet stockings with a little bit of lace tantalizing from the slit in the skirt. As he came downstairs, Kael's jaw dropped. "Infi, I am soooo not staying in this." he said firmly. And all four of the "stepford children" managed to get upstairs before Infi could even draw in breath to tell them no. Mara ran out the door, stabbing her pitchfork at Dian's foot as she ran by. Chegrin Dian blinked at the howling screech, wondering momentarily if this indeed was the right house, or if he'd been dropping Micah off at somebody's haunted house they neglected to remove, despite it being late march. A lamp dropped down and crashed to the porch right behind him, and both Dian and Kituzke's tails bristled in alarm, resembling feather dusters. Grasping it, Dian was hurridly trying to smooth down the fur when Infi opened the door. Instantly he had a bright and beaming smile. He waved to Micah, noting that it was one of the few times Micah actually initiated verbal communication between them. "I'd very much like to meet your family, Infi...When they get back downstairs that is." He said with a smile. Having raised many kids of his own, he wasn't terribly phased. Raissen stepped out from behind Dian and bowed politely. "It's good to finally meet you." He said with a genuine smile. Raissen sidestepped the everkitten as she tore out the door, jabbing her pitchfork at Dian, who's prey enhanced reflexes allowed him to move his foot out of the way, though his tail completely puffed up again. He sighed and let it fall behind him, where Kituzke picked it up to smooth it out. Braeden hopped forward then, glowing like a regular jack o lantern. His normal spookiness was completely thwarted by his goofy smile, and he reached out to shake Infi's hand with his own bone marked one. His touch was warm and inhumanly smooth, posessing not even the small wrinkles of skin living beings had.
"Braeden. A pleasure." He said, moving inside. He waved to Micah. For some reason, the soul and the teen seemed to get along, despite their obvious differences in personality, because both could relate to each other's raw pain, and could confide in the other.The two coons made their way inside as well, Kituzke releasing a low whistle of appreciation. "Fa~ancy, Miss Infi." InfinitiesOfSoules Infi shook Braeden's hand firmly. "It is truly a pleasure to meet you." Micah scooted over a bit on the couch when Braeden moved inside, an obvious invitation. "And I'm glad you like it." she told Kituzke. "I hope you don't mind, but we'd decided to have dinner on the balcony instead of in the formal dining room." Naira appeared on the stairs in her normal pink-green-and black ensemble and waved. "Come on up." she said. "Balcony is on the third floor. Gorgeous view." Nakshidil brushed past her. "Infi, I'll send everything up in the dumbwaiter. Crout will grab it for us." Her long hair was pulled up in a loose ponytail and she was wearing blue jeans and a velvet peasant top. She waved Infi upstairs, and the older woman turned to Dian and the other family with a smile. "You heard the marching orders?" she said cheerfully. "Third floor." She led them up the wide spiral staircase to the third floor, a very open area and over to the french doors leading out to a terrace-patio decorated in flowers and plants and with a lovely wraught-iron balustrade. The view looked out to the west, where the sun could be seen beginning to set over the lake. And as the sun went down the lights hidden around the area would glow enough to light the patio easily. "Please, take a seat." she said with a smile. Chegrin Braeden liked Infi already. Most people were just a little frightened by the fact he radiated light, but Braeden was a softie, and though he liked occationally spooking people, only in good fun. He released Infi's hand and jammed over to Micah, jumping over the back of the couch to sit beside him, pulling the large trailing edges of his scarf into his lap.
Not a half moment after he had done so they recieved their marching commands. Braeden rolled his eyes as he stood up again. He was howwever, very impressed with the spiral staircase. He 'oohed' quietly with appreciation the grandeur of her house.Kituzke pulled at Dian's sleeve. The man looked down at him. "You should remake the house. Ours is all plain and stuff." He said quietly. Dian just smiled and said that he'd see about remodling. It seemed their house was about due for an expansion as well. The orange kit swept through the doors with a flourish, nabbing a chair nearest to the edge of the balcony while he waited for the food. His bright blue eyes were focused on the orange sparkles that danced from the sun on the ripples of the water, tail flicking lazily. It seemed like the type of setting used in dramatic romance movies. Kituzke was infatuated with the landscape. "Infi, your estate is beautiful." Dian said in awe, as Braeden jumped to take a seat at the table. InfinitiesOfSoules "Glad you like it, Dian." Infi said with a smile. "I know it's a little bigger than I really needed, but I figure, if my family keeps expanding at this rate, I can remodel it soon." she laughed, and watched Kituzke's tail twitch. Naira bounced into one of the rocking chairs, and started chattering at Kituzke about the pets down on the ground. Jade, one of the dewis, raised his head and gave Kituzke a toothy smile. "Hello." he said, voice a deep rumble, head even with Kituzke's, and moved away from the house. Micah threw himself down onto one of the loveseats, opening his book back up. The cover said it was a book on biology, but the inside was a cheesy romance Crout had slipped out of Infi's closet, and Micah was pondering the plausibility of a "throbbing manhood" being pleasurable for anyone concerned. Throbbing just shouldn't be a word condicive to romance. Kael slunk in, dressed in a bright crimson wife-beater and a pair of loose pants with chains hanging from them that probably weighed as much as he did. His eyes lit on Dian, then Kituzke, and his jaw dropped at their tails before he took a seat next to Dian, smiling at him brightly. "Heya." he greeted. "I'm Kael!" his eyes gleamed in an unholy, and not at all childish manner as he eyed the artist. Chegrin " "I ought to do a little remodling myself. It's not suited for any sorts of guests. Mostly cluttered with...sculptures and things. Oh, speaking of which, Infi, what is it you do?" Dian spared a moment to pull off his glasses and clean them, sliding them back up on his nose. "Whoa!" The kitsune meeped as a giant dragonesque head appeared from under the balcony, baring large glittering teeth. Kituzke almost leapt backwards at the sight, but Jade spoke english, and soon backed up some. Oh drats, his tail resembled a feather duster again. He smiled at Naira as he attempted to smooth it down. Braeden slunk behind the silver haired teen and peeped over his shoulder, his head mummified in his scarf to keep from casting a glow onto the teen's romance novel.Dian's ears tilted at the voice and his warm golden eyes alighted on Kael, wearing more than enough steel to easily sink him in a body of water. Absently Dian wondered how he could walk with so much weight, let alone how his pants stayed up. "Well hello Kael!" Dian said cheerfully, extending his hand to be shaken. "My name is Dian, it's good to meet you." InfinitiesOfSoules Infi smiled at Dian. "You're a sculptor?" she asked, lening her head on one hand. "What kind? I mean, animals, people, whatever strikes you? And I am a musician. I compose some, teach a few classes. Live off my inheritance when I need to." she waved a hand at the house. "I like spacious rooms." Naira giggled, reaching out and patting Kituzke's tail. "The dewis don't eat people, silly." she chided the raccoon, as if seeing a dragon was something that happened to everyone on a daily basis. "Infi buys them cows, or they hunt smaller animals." Micah was still pondering thow pleasurable a "throbbing" manhood could be! I mean, really. Throbbing equaled something... like a stubbed toe, or a chopped off finger... or something. Kael smiled at Dian, as well, enchanted by the older man's exotic look. The one closer to his age looked it too, but this one... was kinda sexy. He liked Dian's hands. And his eyes. And his ears. And the tail was so cute! <3 It took all his stregnth not to fangasm and pounce. Infi would be most upset if he dragged a guest off to his den of iniquity. Besides, he was still young. He could wait. Waiting would make it all the better... if Kael had a tail, it would be twitching. Predatory little kiddlet eyes. Chegrin Dian grinned at Infi. "Yes! And I sculpt anything and everything that makes it into my head, though i'm not as adept with animal sculptures. I primarily work as a funereal sculptor...Tombstones and what not, so largely angels and things...I do portrait work as well. You're a musician you say? What style of music do you compose? I'm fond of operettas and musical theater, though I enjoy most genres. Do you play instruments, or sing?" It was a little difficult to pay attention to both Kael and Infi at the same time, but he tried to manage. Seeing his hand unshaken, he withdrew it to fold his fingers together, both ears focused on the dashing woman before him. His own tail swished to and fro rather energetically, positively delighted with the company he was in. Kituzke raised an eyebrow at Naira. "That thing is a Dewi? He looks like a dragon. What is the difference?" He asked quietly, shifting bright blue eyes between the brown haired girl petting his tail and the retreating form of the dewi. "And where, may I ask, does one randomly buy cows?" The kit shifted, pulling a few wrinkles out of his dark dress as he turned to speak with Naira. Braeden peeped his head up from behind the couch, pointing to a sentance in Micah's book.
"What's a manhood? Issit like a cloak, or something? How can it throb then? Is it alive?"
He unwound the scarf from his head and let it fall naturally.Dian took a moment to look over the deck to do a quick headcount and see if everyone was behaving. That was when he spotted Kael's gaze, mischevious...no...predatory even. Kael looked like he wanted to eat him. Not in a devouring cannabilistic way, but more a 'i'd bet you'd taste delicious with some chocolate drizzled over you.' sort of way. Yes, Kael definately had that look. Dian raised an eyebrow and shifted back to look at Infi, slightly disturbed by his own thoughts. InfinitiesOfSoules Infi cooed eagerly. "I love the visual arts. I'm not very talented in the visual arts. It's something that breaks my heart, but one learns to manage. As for the type of music I write, I write whatever. Done an operetta, a couple short musicals, edited some choir pieces for school-age kids. I give piano and voice lessons, private, and if they pay me enough, I'll teach at some of the schools for a day or so, Guest lecturer and all that." she waved a hand, standing up. "Is anyone here thirsty?" she said, and smiled, seeing Braeden peeking over Micah's shoulder. How wonderful. <3 They both shared an interest in biology.Naira gave Kituzke a superior look. "A dewi is a type of dragon." she informed him. "I don't know how on earth she gets them though. And she buys the cows on cow farms." Seriously. Who didn't know that? Micah frowned at Braeden. "Well, it's our..." he gestured at his crotch. "One of Infi's romance novels. Apparently they can't just call a c**k a c**k and get it over with." The preteen rolled his eyes, going back to the book. "Apparently, this pirate is about to spear some chick with it. I really... don't see how it could be pleasurable." he slammed the book shut and turned to smile up at Braeden. "So, what'cha been up to?"Kael's face turned childishly innocent when he saw Dian look at him. Caught. Bugger. He eyed the adult one more time, mind working overtime. Chegrin Adorably lucient violet eyes, Raissen would add. Laertes could look so charmingly befuddled, at times. Taking his incentive, Raissen ran up the steps two at a time, as he just sort of tended to do. Exiting the stairwell, Raissen waited for Laertes. "Which way?" He asked to the dark haired teen who followed him up. He didn't know the way to this infamous aquarium room. Dian was very impressed with Infi. He'd always wanted to speak with a composer. Music stirred him in ways few other things that were not artistic could. Dark operettas almost encited joygasms in him every time. Dian was hopelessly infatuated with gothic and victorian era things, and had a secret fondness of chamber choirs. "I am, Infi. I'll take anything non alcoholic." Kituzke sniffed at Naira. Well, if she wasn't just miss know it all! Well Kituzke knew plenty things she didn't, so she didn't have to act all high and mighty over a simple question. Rather put off by her attitude, Kituzke pulled his tail away from the girl and made a point of staring out at the scenery again, willing it to make him less irritated. Braeden crinkled his nose at Micah's explination. "I've never been too fond of that word, myself. It reminds me too much of chickens. But the throbbing does sound painful. Maybe he spears her to...Well I don't know why." Honestly, sex and its references to animals...really. Braeden leaned his elbow on the edge of the couch and his chin in his hand.
"Not much, readin' a lot, helping D at the forge. He's trying to put me in some school, you?"
Dian fortunately missed the exchange between his two surrogate charges, or he'd likely have reddened somewhat. He turned his inviting golden gaze back to Kael, who more or less looked as a child should. He smiled at the silver haired youth, admiring his hair. Silver hair was an attractive rarity Micah and Kael shared. He openly admired Kael for a moment, a lazy smile on his face. Dian pictured himself trying to sculpt Kael, wondering how to accurately render his already muscular form in clay, working the body under his hands... "You have beautiful eyes." Dian said quietly, looking directly into Kael's large and luminous blue and red eyes. Silver lashes...Snapping out of it, Dian began to clean his glasses as he attempted to clear his thoughts, allowing his long orange hair to obscure his eyes. InfinitiesOfSoules Infi nodded, and disappeared, moving downstairs towards the kitchen. Non-alcoholic... and she'd bring up sodas for all the kids. As for Naira, she was very disappointed when Kituzke pulled his tail away. She bit her lip, trying not to look too sulky. really, how was SHE supposed to know everyone didn't know about dewis. Really!
Micah shrugged. "It's easy to say. Crude, but yet it pops up in all sorts of romance novels, so girls must find it romantic. And I know WHY he spears her, I just don't see how something THROBBING could FEEL good." he grumbled, and slammed the book shut. "Not a lot here. Infi got me a new game. I get to kill stuff. Wanna try it out? And I got some new clothes too."Kael tried not to groan at the look in Dian's golden eyes. And then... "Thank you." he gave Dian a happy smile at the compliment. Lord, Infi wouldn't notice one less guest... and hell, he'd be content just sitting in Dian's lap, snuggled against that man's chest, dreaming... Well, damnit, girls were allowed to dream about their weddings. Why not Kael? Chegrin Kituzke made a point of not looking at Naira. He didn't dare say anything further that might show his own lack of knowlege again. No, Kituzke had never seen a dragon or a Dewi in anything other than mythology books. He'd heard a lot about them sure, but never encountered one before in person. He was always under the impression of dragons being mildly agressive territorial creatures at best. Braeden was purely speculating, because he had no experience that he could remember of anything sexual, from his past life or this one.
"How could they come up with throbbing then if it didn't feel good to someone?" He asked innocently, pulling at his ponytail and looking at Micah. The preteen was the only one who would talk frankly with Braeden. Dian was hopeless with frank discussions, Kituzke didn't know anything, and his other siblings were never around anymore.
"What kinda stuff to you get to kill? And yeah! You always have the coolest clothes!" The orange soul was always fond of Micah's sense of style, though he never tried to emulate it.It seemed both Kael and Dian became lost somewhere in their own fantasies. Sliding his glasses back on, Dian drew his tail into his lap to gently finger brush the soft fur, something to keep his hands busy. "So! How old are you, Kael? Have any hobbies yourself?" He asked, watching to see if he brought the young boy out of any daydreams. Dian was fortunate he didn't have Micah's empathy, or could read minds, as Kael's thoughts likely would have scared him by this point. InfinitiesOfSoules Naira was feeling hungry, and now she was grumpy. Hopping up, she made her way down to the kitchen, snagging cookies. Micah shrugged. "Maybe throbbing feels good. I don't want to know." he eyed Braeden, sighing silently. It was nice having someone to talk to... but it sucked when they didn't know any more than you do. "I get to kill people. Some first-person shooter game.They have grenades, and machetes, and if you aren't careful, the other people can go zombie on you and eat your brains." he said, and grinned at the clothes comment. "You might be able to fit in my stuff, if you want to try it on."Kael smiled." Don't exactly remember how old I am." he said thoughtfully. "And I like to play with the mechanical stuff around the house. I'm kind of a fixer-upper. I like to see how things work, and fix them." he smiled, eyes light. Chegrin
Braeden returned the grin to Micah. "Is it anything like Resident Evil? That game rocks, though it scared the jibblies out of me the first time." As far as fitting Micah's clothes, he was even skinnier than the silver haired preteen, and a little smaller, but he wanted to try the stuff on anyway. A lot of his clothes snugly clung to the body, so it might just be small enough for him.
"You got any more of those forehead gem thingies? Those are so awesome.""Well it's alright if you can't remember..." Dian paused to listen to the youth before him, nodding with enthusiasm. "That's a very good hobby to have. I wish I was so handy with machines. My electric buffer died a few weeks ago, and I've just about given up on it, do you think you might be able to take a look sometime?" It was true, Dian was hand buffing his works now, which was tedius, at best. Plus, it would save him a lot of money if Kael could fix it for him. ((TO BE CONTINUED))
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 8:38 pm
... Ever since my sudden growth, I have felt a lifting in presence, that heavy forboding energy that hung over me in suffocating madness. Even the torments in my dreams had come to a spontaneous end, bringing as much confusion in their sudden end as they had when they continued on. I was relieved, sure, when the visions left me, but I realize that really they had been sections of my past brought out and made violent. I harbor my own ghosts, though I technically too am one.
Recently, I've even begun to pray they would return, as terrible knowlege is better than no knowlege at all. Ignorance is bliss is bullshit- knowing of your own ignorance is hell. In their absence, I realize the nightmares were just another reminder of myself, my presence. I almost lost my ability of being self aware of my state of being dead. I've found the need to know of my past is heavily outweighing the small sense of peace i've gained with living somewhat a normal life.
A few nights ago, Dian brought me more lamps. I wondered where the sudden kindness had emerged from, why he became so interested in providing me with these things. Prying reveals nothing from the enigmatic redhead. I took them gratefully, consumed them dutifully as the fire within me commanded to do. The adage to fight fire with fire is rediculous. Fire absorbs fire, uses it to stregnthen, and stregnthen I did. I glowed so brightly it hurt me. Dian watched me fall to my knees and weep like a girl.
It felt good to do so. Pain is a reminder of being alive, correct? I was really living then, I had to, with the agony that flooded my veins as molten fire. My tears even glow, pattering to the floor they formed harden gems that radiate with the same essense deep within myself. I gathered them and put them into a box for safe keeping. One I felt suited to adhere to my forehead, where it remains, almost like a clairvoyent, almost like Micah.
...That night the dreams returned.
But it wasn't like before, it didn't start out the same way. The entire thing was fuzzy, with patches missing from the tapestry like burned out holes left by cigarettes, but everything felt so familiar to me, like rather than making it up, I was living what was already there, though it resembled nothing like my house.
I was walking a memory.
I sill remember his smile. There was a man who stood at the back of the room, leaning back ever so slightly, the curve of his spine apparent underneath the thick material of his tunic. I remember it being cold outside, though this room was warm...It was always so warm. He turned eyes to me, and I was dismayed to find I could not tell what color they were. He was smudged, dulled, greyed out like a photograph taken too many years ago. The only part I could vividly recall was his hair, lit up and the same color gold as sun baked wheat. No painting could capture the living seething mass that was his hair, nor the way the sun that came through the thin arched window lit it afire.
"Bahir..."
He called my name. It wasn't my real name I know, but the pet name he called me. He didn't like my name, Duane, because he said it didn't fit. Why I knew this was beyond me. I took steps forward toward him instinctively, feeling intensely the weight of my foot as it hit the floorboards. So unlike now.
"Venez ici et regardez ceci, je veux vous montrer..." He cooed to me, holding open a book cleft down the middle, pages splayed open to the air. I walked closer still, drawn by the purr in his voice, and bent to read the page.
I could see nothing. Darkness greeted me as I sat up in bed suddenly, pulled through into a fright for reasons I couldn't determine. A foreign lashing in the sheets beside my leg ilicited a suprised shriek from me, pulling back the covers to reveal what I thought to be a snake, an orange headed snake.
Realization dawned, it wasn't a snake, and furthermore, I could feel it! I traced the black line up, discovering it attached to my spine.
I had a tail!
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 8:54 pm
The dream comes to me again, though this time the outcome is different.
Why is it some dreams leave you waking up all sweaty and sticky?
Though I live almost my entire life in color, the dreams come in black and white. Was I never one to pay attention to color before? The setting screams of familiarity, and I pass through the motions in a sort of Deja Vu. I wonder if I can change the outcome but realize as soon as it starts that I don't want to. Watching these new dreams is like watching a movie, where I am the star. Don't anyone ruin the ending for me, I want to find out exactly how it happens, how it was set up.
The world is kind of hazy, really light, losing touch with reality. The blond man is there again, reclining back on a cushion the color of the sea, his long hair barely tied back by a legnth of cloth. It spills around him, undulating waves like sunshine in a string itself. The rest of him is light, almost completely grey. I can see the gentle look in his eyes as they land on me.
The room smells like ink, and oil.
Heavy scented oil, the kind he used on his skin, so he was glossy and smooth all over. I watched my eyes rove his body, could see the hunger in my gaze, though I felt detatched. I wanted to know more about this place, but all the interesting details were left out, forgotten by the director. All that was left was the plot, endlessly rolling forward.
"Bahir..." He called my name again. "Come and lay with me."
His voice purred in french. I watched my own legs move, as I walked toward him, realizing only now that the both of us were completely nude. I walked toward the man on the pillow and straddled his long legs, falling to my knees and crawling up toward him, pushing him down below me. He moved like water, sinking under my weight, his hair falling to lay beside us on the floor. Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his, instantly feeling his had twine in the short hair along the back of my head.
The moment our lips hit, the fire exploded. I felt suddenly hot all over as I was sucked back into my own body, revelling that I was the one peforming this, and his lips were causing sparks to dance along my body. A sensual hand burned its way along my thigh, and I dropped ever lower, wanting to contact him as much as possible. My body sang with joy as we united again.
Within an instant the world was ripped away, torn like a page from a novel from my sight. I awoke gasping for air, hands groping along my chest, chasing the fading feelings away.
...I felt a profound sense of loss.
When will I finally remember everything?
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:37 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 1:55 am
The voices again are arguing violently, one in French, the other in Italian. There is someone in the middle, valiantly trying to translate one to the other over the screaming voices. Try as I might, both flowery languages float past me without striking a chord in either direction. I might as well not know either. The name Bahir crops up every now and again, so I know at least one of them is talking about me. One voice belongs to the one with blonde hair...I can recognize it anywhere now, it's become so familiar to me. The other is deep and rumbly, with a harsh rasp that has emerged from yelling so often.
I wondered for a long time if I was losing my mind. Going bananas, completely stir crazy, whatever you want to call it. I mean, talking about voices in my head and being carried about from place to place, surely that is not what happens to normal people, right? But it comes almost like a smash to my face, that I am no normal person. For crying out loud, I am a spirit, a soul, reincarnated! Why didn't Sinn or Hakari warn me that vivid hallucinations were a part of the remembering your past life bit?
Perhaps it's not normal to other spirits either. I should ask Riyana if she'd known anything similar. Word around town is Dusk's gone off to find what will make him powerful. You gotta wonder if he's looking for the same thing I am, or if he's just looking to grow up. Sometimes I want the visions to stop, other times I know i'll just scream if I never find out again. Somehow in the mix of it all I just get the urge to write my thoughts down.
I cannot help but believe all the voices are reminiscent memories. Repressed so far into the back of my illuminated mind it's gone back to pre historia, where people made their own marks of their thoughts as ancient graffitti on the inside of a cave wall.
Yeah, I got a lot of time, so I read. We just about have our own library, thanks to walking encyclopedia known as Haku. He made this during the time he lived here. It was way before I showed up though, which is a shame, I'd just love to ask him questions. I heard he never tired of answering questions, and if he didn't know, he'd look it up with you. Tireless minds.
Sitting down on the recliner, my thoughts have a chance to roam, in between bouts when I sleep, that is. Without Dian around I've rather lost my drive to create, and I'm stuck in some sort of productless boredom. I don't want to do anything, but doing nothing is slowly driving me mad.
Part of me also wonders if any of this has to do with those lanturns I've been eating. I don't know. According to Dian i've been kind of screwy since he won me.
I'd ask Hakari for help, but I have the feeling I'd get nothing but odd looks from her. She's a nice woman, but from what I gather by observing Toshi and Sinn, she's rigid, and has set ideas on how to behave and of right and wrong. I'd feel like apologizing before I had even done anything. I also feel like I ought to apologize for Dian.
What a motley bunch of freaks are we. Someone ought to forgive us.
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2006 2:20 am
((Self rp!!))
Dian emerged from the bathroom, wiping off his hands on a small towel. He'd just managed to finish cleaningt he last clay residue off of his hands, which were still chalky and dry from the sandy mixture sapping the moiture free from the tanned digits. He withdrew a small tube of moisturizer from his pocket and began to reinfuse his hands with water as the towel was quickly flung into the proper hamper for it.
The house had been quieter than normal, lately. With just Braeden, Kituzke and he in there usually, everyone was off doing their own thing. Well, they used to at least. Dian stopped at the enterance to the living room, glancing to the recliner. For the past few days every time he had come out here, Braeden was sitting in the recliner, normally vibrant grey eyes clouded and unfocused. His pupils were widly dilated, and he seemed to be staring at everything at once, though he didn't move at all, save for the even rythem of his breath.
Dian walked over to the couch just beside the recliner and sat down, concerned honey eyes watching the despondant spirit. He'd never understood Braeden's behavior, and as he matured, it only seemed to get worse. It was almost like A'Hallei, another son of his, but in reverse. Slowly, eyes whose eyeshadow had almost completely dissappeared slid closed and opened again, the added moisture from the blink barely clearing those hazy eyes.
"Braeden...?"
No response. Dian reached forward and gently stroked the side of Braeden's face, only to have the boy flinch violently, and scream,
"Oh gods! Don't kill me please!"
Dian's hand was snatched back as if he'd been burned, eyes flying wide.
"Braeden!" He called, watching as the eyes swirled back into focus, looking around wildly, registering their location. They finally came back and rested on Dian.
Dian reached out to lean a steadying hand on Braeden's shoulder.
"What's the matter, why did you think I was going to hurt you?" The coon man asked, watching the bewilderment flower over Braeden's face.
"What? Oh..." Braeden stammered, reddening with embarressment.
"Were you daydreaming?" Dian asked, watching the beloved orange head of his spirit bob up and down.
"Daydreaming that someone was going to come and kill you? Does this happen often?"
The orange head shook no.
"This was the first time I thought he was going to kill me, but the dreams have been coming more often...lately." Braeden said quietly, the last word punctuated by the nervous flickers of his gaze from side to side. Who would be watching them? Who might be listening in? Why was he concerned?
"Do we have any food?" Braeden queried suddenly, almost appearing sick as he grasped his abdomin, which Dian noted to be frighteningly concave. His bone markings protruded even more than usual. Dian nodded as he stood, watching Braeden as he walked into the kitchen.
"Soup please, nothing too heavy." Braeden called from the living room.
"Ok, je l'ai obtenu." Dian replied quietly,
"I know you do." Braeden called back, iliciting yet another suprised glance from Dian.
"I didn't know you knew French." Dian said, astonished.
"I don't."
Fully perplexed, Dian set down the pot he brought out to simmer the soup in and walked back to where Braeden sat still, though curled up, the tip of his tail drawing patterns on the recliner armrest, smoothing out the fabric and lifting it again.
"When I'm making the soup I want to hear everything that's been going on, and I mean everything, okay?" Dian demanded, shooting a firm look straight into Braeden's eyes.
The orange head bobbed again. It was too late to bother trying to hide anything, by this point.
"Well..." Braeden started, as Dian moved back toward the kitchen.
...And so it began.
((TBC))
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 5:38 pm
And now for something completely different! BAM!  XD I had to resize it for ease on my PB account.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 9:18 pm
Things have been slow recently. Even the dreams it seems have churned toward a definate end. I wondered for a while what brought it upon, but life in the Chegrin household continued on in pretty much the same pace it has for a long time.
Dian took the dreams all in stride, he contacted Haku about my possible ancestery or my past lives, but he hasn't gotten back to us yet. He does run a library almost by himself that is not funded by the state, but he is a responsible fellow, and won't let us hang high and dry for too long if he knows something. Believe me, when he finds out something new, you can just see it in his eyes, he almost explodes if he thinks you don't know it as well. It's a good thing then he hangs out with scholarly friends, he'd prattle on forever about this that and the other if he didn't. He's such a sweetie.
I reached out for the blonde head in my memories now. Sometimes, when i'm in the middle of a dream, and I realize it, I try to conjur up a thought, to bring that figure to the foreground, almost like scrounging through a movie rack to pop in a desired film, but often, the mere realization of what i'm doing brings me out of the dream, and I wake, early in the morning and extremely unsatisfied.
It's like that with daydreams too. If it gets really good and vivid, and you suddenly realize just how vivid it is, reality crashes back down around you. It really sucks. For once I'd like to just drift and dream about what I want to for once. Who the heck is operating the film room behind my mind?
I know too, that the owners of the place we come from are undergoing shifts in their own life, action around has calmed down after that small event they hosted, pretty much, everyone just hangs out and does their own thing, sometimes we meet up, sometimes we don't.
I kind of long for the earlier days, before any of this 'past life' stuff started to trouble me, before I changed. I was so much happier then, just wierd, and glad of it. The things I could invent to do to keep myself occupied...Perhaps it was just that which kept the demons at bay. I don't know, I really don't know anything. Someone can speculate for hours and hours and still not know anything new!
Questions turning and turning and answers and theories and disproving knowlege and more questions! Who can I talk to who just knows, who says 'this is the way it is.' so at least the multitude of questions can leave me alone! If this is the way it's going to be for all time tell me so I can settle it and put my mind to rest.
Rest.
Like a candle blown out for the night.
I want to sleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 12:42 pm
Still no activity here. The owners of the lanturn shop we all come from are gone, left for a summer hiatus or some such. Most of the spirits I know have gone more or less into torpor. It's wierd, because for the first time I really feel like i'm alone here. Dian is occupied with work, again, and remodeling the house. I'm pretty much here by myself all the time, even with the little Kituzke midgit around, he keeps to himself. I swear he spends most of the time changing clothes, putting on new dresses. He's charming and sweet enough, but we need something to do.
Restlessness builds in my bones as I shift back and forth from the position on the couch I'm haunting. Laying on my stomach now, I let my tail swing back and forth overhead, reaching up to touch the top of my head, curling around a horn, releasing, dragging along the top of the couch and resuming. Sometimes I feel like it has a mind of its own, and even my tail has become bored.
Sleep claims me quickly again, and finally, if only for a short while, does the restlessness end. I'm searching for the blonde one again, trying to find some answers.
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