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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:16 am
Kisha laughed merrily. "I suppose. Oh, but I've been called a muse, most of my life...of music. Symphonies. Oh, I usually haunt opera halls. Ah, opera, it's lovely...and the ballet..." She sighed, dreamily.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:02 pm
"I love the ballet! Its my favorite! Father takes me so rarely, but I do so love it. Opera too! What have you inspired?" She cradled her head in her cupped hands, completely enraptured by this demon-muse. "Do you have a favorite composer you inspire?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:35 pm
Kisha 'hmmm'ed softly, looking up at the sky. "I don't remember specifics...Except one. I did help a few other muses in the creating the inspiration for Swan Lake...Aahh, it's one of the better pieces I've gotten to help on." She sighed again. "Such a wonder!"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:29 am
All motion from Posey stopped as her eyes widened to an almost uncomfortable degree.
"You... You helped with Swan Lake? That's... Ah... I... love... I mean, I... You!" Slowly she became more animated, but all she could do was wildly flail her hands and try to express her dear love of Swan Lake.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:32 pm
Kisha laughed again, holding up her hands. "Oh, just a small part! I'm not that powerful. But ah, the dancing...so many long nights casting spells over Tchaikovsky. but we watched the cvery first screening of it....ah, what amazemetn!" She sighed, happpily.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 7:15 am
Posey's eyes widened a good degree more before she managed to find her voice and her words came rushing out.
"That sounds magnificent! It must have been so wonderfully delightful to influence someone! I bet every time you hear the music you know you inspired it and oh, if my Father knew about you! Why he'd have something to say I'm sure, but I think its just wonderful!" She wiggled in her seat, trying to contain her excitement but not truly sure how. "What about the rest of your family?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:03 am
"What about them? " Kisha smiled. "They are all quite different. some are muses, yes, I have a younger half brother who is like a muse, and a few others like that...Of course, young sisters as well, that are muses, of succubi, or odd little spirits. Some live here in this world and realm, other live elsewhere." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:49 pm
Aphrodisia sat in one of the far off tables near the cemetary. Sighing she took out a small sketch book and began to draw. The girl hadn't informed anyone that she'd be sitting there, or that she wanted any tea for that matter. Peering out into the cemetary, she smiled weakly, "All your drawings are all so morbid", she said mocking her brother. Aphrodisia shook her head as she glide the coal over her paper. "You just don't have any sense of what real art is", the girl murmured thinking on what Zion must've been up to.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 12:58 pm
The mass confusion at his home was driving him up the wall. His newest housemates were still trying to settle in but Chandler needed to get away for a while. Since he hadn't explored very much, he decided that this was his chance. His first stop was the cozy looking tea shop. He smiled lightly when coming up to the place. He first placed an order before looking for somewhere to sit. He saw one girl sitting off to the side mumbling to herself while moving a piece of coal over a sheet of paper. His head tilted a bit but he didn't want to be too nosy. So he sat close but not too close as he didn't look like a creeper. Once settled in his chair, Chandler stretched out his legs and relaxed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:09 pm
Aphrodisia tore the sheet from her book and crumbled it, unsatisfied with the form. Hearing someone in the distance, she turned to see a man with a cup of tea not far from were she sat. Aphrodisia smiled, she liked his hat. Nodding, she began to draw once more on a new sheet. Aphrodisia started off with an elaborate flame and then a wick. Plucking a cigarette from a pack, she sighed when she discovered she had forgot her lighter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:15 pm
Chandler took a sip of his hot tea then sighed lightly to himself. The tea was exactly what he needed. After another sip, he dared to glance back at the girl again, now noticing that she was sighing over her cigarette. He pushed his glasses up before deciding to speak. "Need a light, miss?," he asked though he didn't carry a lighter with him. He had something better.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:22 pm
Aphrodisia's wings fluttered as she offered the gentleman a smile. Walking over to his gazebo she took a seat across from the man and nodded. "If you wouldn't mind, I could sure use one", she said setting her sketchbook on the table.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:49 pm
When the girl stood and walked towards him, Chandler smiled as well, watching her sit across from him. He looked down at her sketchbook, curious to know what was hidden inside. "I don't mind at all," he said to her as he took off his hat for a moment and held it down so that the flame on the candle could light her cigarette. Once done, he placed the hat back on his head. "So...what sort of things do you draw?," he asked, motioning to her sketchbook.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 1:58 pm
Aphrodisia took a long drag off the cigarette and shrugged her slender shoulder. "All sorts of stuff really. My brother says it's all morbid though", she said. Aphrodisia picked the sketchbook up and offered it to the man. "You can flip through if you'd like. Nothing really fancy though", she insisted.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:18 pm
"S-succubi?! Well, they are demons I suppose... You don't have any incubi brothers do you?" Posey asked, her eyes still wide but now her eyebrows bowing down so that she looked very worried. Her nanny had told her many stories about viscous incubi that invaded poor women in their rooms and Posey could never quite figure out why her nanny had been so very scary.
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