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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:07 pm
"Needle, My love, do not get too excited," she murmured quietly sensing her Twin's excitement more than she was sensing anything that Roch was giving out, "you have recently been through a ritual you do not wish to aggravate that wound."
Still she nodded a bit toward Roch, "Yes we see ink just fine," she essentially echoed Needle's words but with less predatory excitement and eagerness. Lattice enjoyed giving tattoos and marking skin but she was by far more reserved about it. "Why do you ask? Is there a special reason?"
She had known Roch was 'in the market' potentially but until just know he hadn't approached her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:15 pm
He headed for the nearest chair, dropping down in it before he started speaking. "When you were in the tent," he started out slowly, "I was out in front, disabling one of the traps to free the Soul Harvester. She's the one that pushed the hunters back so we could get to you. So we could save you. I was going to do another trap, then go inside and save you. I died. And you never knew I was coming."
A little smile, one that didn't reach his expressive silver eyes, pulled at his lips. "Afterwards, we did it again. We were sent back in the past, sort of. The ones in the tent were different, and certain things changed, but we still entered the same way. I disabled a trap. And this time I got in."
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:24 pm
There was a dust of colour on Needle's almost pure white cheeks, bowing her head. "Of course, Sister, my apologies." But she didn't move from her spot between Roch and the door, merely observing as they played out now. She mulled over what she was hearing, actively listening but her entire body still as a board; behind her mask, she flinched. She wanted to save Lattice too...
But, keeping her sister's words in mind, she stayed quiet.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:38 pm
"No reason to apologize, Needle. I just do not want you to be more pained than you already are," She said quietly as she went about to get some cups out.
She listened to Roch's version of events and smiled lightly, "It was very brave of you, Roch. I appreciate all the effort you and everyone went through to get to us," the Engraver said quietly, "I truly do." There was a thoughtful pause at the second half of the tale and she seemed perplexed for a moment.
Back in time? How strange.
"I see, well I am glad you managed to get through it this time," she wasn't certain what to say about the altered situation. She let out a small confused sound before she shifted her good shoulder and asked, "Anyone want a certain type of tea?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:53 am
"Tea?" Roch repeated. "Um... I don't know," he admitted. "I don't really drink tea--I mean, I've never had it before," he said with a shrug. That was a strange confession from a guy that was close friends with Xiu, wasn't it? "I usually drink pop or water. But I'll try it if you want."
He was silent for a moment, his mind going back to the issue at hand. "I want to know," he said slowly, "if it's only the people in your group that you tattoo. If it is, I won't ask--"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:22 am
Oh but Sister, I could be bleeding to death and still want a tattooing needle in my hand, Needle thought, a twitch of a smile moving on to her lips. "I appreciate your concern." Was all she said out loud, though she was certain Lattice knew what she meant and how she really felt by it; still, the concern was always nice.
"As always, dear Sister, I will have whatever you are having." The kind of tea never mattered to her; she enjoyed them all and it was only because it was Lattice who made them. She had to ponder on the notion of going back in time, but frankly it seemed impossible to believe unless you were there, and Roch had yet to prove himself dishonest. "Please do try, Roch. I promise you will not be disappointed." Needle boasted for Lattice proudly.
But once more, she had to fight to keep an eager grin off of her pale lips.
"Of course not." What was a livelihood in tattoos if you only tattooed your clan members? That was just silly. "Please, do ask." Was that an eager emphasis on Please? How Curious!
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:40 pm
She cast Needle a look and simply smiled it almost seemed as if they were wordlessly communicating in a way, it was a simple gaze that said I know. Though if her Sister bled to death Lattice would find herself rather tragically at the end of her mental limits.
When neither of them seemed to have an opinion she chuckled slightly, "Raspberry it is," she announced and when the kettle went off she started to brew the tea for everyone in their cups. She blinked over at Roch, "Oh we usually tend to do tattoos for others in clans or tribes but while it is unorthodox ... We do take on 'outside' commissions but we do not obviously say as much."
The Elder would be displeased.
"Essentially it'd have to stay a bit of a secret," She toyed with the teabag in her cup, "but we are always, always willing to take risks to pursue our art."
Always.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 4:44 pm
"If you ink me, you'll know we're comin, right?" he said. "So... what does a commission consist of? How much?" he asked. He had sort of figured he'd have to pay, tattoos didn't come cheap. "I was thinking of my upper right arm," he added. 'Do I gotta take my vest off?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:17 pm
Needle nodded in agreement to her sister's words, but that smile of hers returned as their, ah, rebellious nature was brought up. "Risks indeed." She commented idly under her breath. Her head didn't move, but her gaze turned towards Roch's shape.
"Correct, we would see you coming so long as your tattoo is visible." It was an important stipulation; clothing tended to hide ink. At the question of price, Needle turned her head towards Lattice, silence once more overtaking the room. Twin telepathy powers were activated apparently, and after a moment she visibly turned back towards Roch.
"Our price is your silence." Needle said slowly. They had no need of seeds and neither were particularly greedy or needy in any way, really. "At least if you were faced with another Engraver." They couldn't exactly let it get back to the clan that they were tattooing without permission! "If you accept the price, we may start whenever you are ready." The more and more the Reaper spoke of details though, the more excited she became; outwardly, this was only expressed as the slight shifting of weight onto her right leg.
"I would remove it as a precaution, our ink does stain."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:30 pm
"Yes, as long as it is uncovered and it will be seen," Lattice essentially echoed her Sister's words. There was a small pause as she looked at her Sister intently before she let Needle address the 'price' that would be had. She fixed up the cups of tea and then brought one up to Roch first since he was a guest and then brought one up to her Sister before she wandered off to get her own tea cup.
Again she nodded in agreement, "Anything you don't want stained is good to remove," she agreed softly with a small shrug, "if you're shy just take comfort in knowing that modesty around us is ..useless we do care nor do we see."
Blunt Lattice is blunt.
She picked up her tea and sipped at it, "So if that is your request for today then let us know. We tend to assist each other much of the time so you got me on a very good day to do such a thing."
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 5:37 pm
"Yeah," he said, unzipping his vest and letting it drop to the ground. Then he shrugged off his pants as well, placing them with his vest. After spending an entire day practically in his boxers, this wasn't nearly as traumatic as it could have been.
"Okay, yeah, I'm ready," he said, taking a sip of the tea before putting it down. It was okay, he decided. He'd probably have to drink more to get used to it. This might hurt, he figured. But oh well.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:16 pm
"Eager." Needle teased, but her jest was only hinted at in her voice. "Sister, he is your friend, would you care to do the honours?" Of taking the lead, of course; Needle was itching to tattoo, but she did just meet the boil, and he was after Lattice initially.
"Please, Roch, make yourself comfortable. We will require a short time to prepare the ink. I suggest you mediate as our work is personal and changes depending on what emotions, feelings and inspirations you put in to it." The ghoul paused, once more offering a vaguely encouraging smile. "Find what inspires you Roch, and dwell on it, focus on it, feel it." She bowed for a moment, and couldn't resist falling into the same old spleal, however slightly modified due to the, ah, impromptu of this tattooing.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:48 pm
Lattice chuckled a bit, "Yes, I suppose I shall but if it is alright with Roch then maybe at some point you could also take a needle to his skin," she said simply as if it was the most pleasant thing in the universe. Naturally if Roch only wanted her to do the Tattooing Lattice would respect his wishes. When he was in the process of undressing and getting ready she went toward where she kept all the inks and things meant for inking the skin of others and once she had them all gathered she looked over at her Sister.
"Am I forgetting anything? I have the needles, the inks...Hmm," her pondering whether or not she had anything would at least give Roch some time to go wherever he wished that was more comfortable for him. Lattice's tone was becoming more monotone and any liveliness she had in her was hiding itself away as she also prepared as she moved.
Due to the impromptu nature Lattice was essentially preparing on the go soon enough she'd start murmuring a quiet prayer as she set things down in a certain arrangement on a table near where Roch had settled.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 7:53 pm
He headed for the most comfortable looking seat in the room and dropped down in it, taking a deep breath. She was busy for a moment, so he summoned his guitar, playing a few quick riffs, something to get him focused. He wasn't quite sure why HE needed to be focused, but if they said he did, then he did.
Slowly he closed his eyes, the sounds of a familiar symphony starting up in his mind. Music, yeah. If there was anything the boil could concentrate on for long periods of time, it was music.
The guitar dissipated, leaving an oddly relaxed looking teen just sitting there, waiting.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2011 8:56 pm
"A cloth?" Needle questioned. "A bowl and a sponge." All to clean the wounds for afterwords, and mostly for her end of things. Thankfully she knew her way around her sister's room, and was able to gather the rest of the items that were missing. Once everything was set up, Needle moved to sit comfortably on her knees near Roch and the chair he chose, allowing Lattice to take over the situation from there. This was, after all, her charge.
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