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 Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 11:28 pm
 Iván Cabrera Montero
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Oh, a name! Well, he wasn't sure what his name was now. His name was different in his past life and he had gotten hold of his real name too, but it would be mean of him to share that. He nodded when Cathain said he had never met him. Bummer. "No, no, it's fine. I will try on my own later," He reassured him, before looking down at Xing as she knelt by the grave.
Oh, she was talking to the spirit. Well, that was good, even though he wasn't sure if she was around to hear. Spirits did tend to wander. He thought about offering to use some magic to help her contact the spirit, but then she started sobbing. Oh my. He immediately started flailing about, having no clue what to do. All this unhappiness was killing him on the inside. The apologies, the tears, the hiccups, all of it was... asdfjhf. He didn't even notice Cathain already comforting her, too busy trying to come up with something to do for her.
"Oh!" He suddenly bounded away, being careful not to step on any graves as he moved all around the cemetery looking for plants that grow pretty flowers. He thought of Live-Longs but... those bloomed in the summer. Oh!! There was something pink in the distance! On the other side of the cemetery, he found some pink moss... wait, he shouldn't call it that. That sounded gross. He found a small bushel of phlox subulata blooming a bit away from some of the graves. They were small flowers, they smelled a bit, and they were usually useless to him other than looking pretty, but it was better than leaving Xing all depressed and gloomy.
He plucked a few out of the ground and skipped right over to the two of them, noticing that she now had Cathain's jacket over her shoulders. Oh, he should have been quicker to comfort her! Now he looked like a horrible person. He knelt down on the other side of her and held out the small handful of flowers to her, smiling in hopes that his grin would be as contagious as others' were to him, "Here, no need to cry. Don't be sad... If you have to be sad, then at least smile for others. That's what I do when I'm sad." Oh, he was horrible at comforting people! He should have just let Cathain handle it. It seemed like he knew what he was doing, or at least was a lot more competent than him.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 11:55 pm
 COLLEEN XING "I'll take you with all that you are..
Your pains,
Your secrets,
Your past,
Your longings,
and dreams...." ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ Colleen was cut off from her misery when she felt something heavy against her shoulder.. Staring over Saeslin.. She wipe her tears away and smile faintly, still with her brows creased.. "T-Thank you.. I think so..." While grasping over the jacket.. Staring over Aubrelaine's tomb.. Colleen thought, if she would be able to relay her message towards Rui.. Though she wanted to tell Rui too that she's selfish for not letting Severin move on.. But, it's the man's choice..
And then, Ivan handed her a bunch of small flowers and accept them whole heartily.. Staring at the two boys who showed kindness to her, Colleen never felt grateful in the times like this.. Not to mention Llewelyn too.. "Thank you.. I appreciate the concern.." Smiling over to Ivan and Saeslin...
Someday, she will get over this.. Time heals.. Definitely, Colleen will try her best to move on..
Colleen, shared some flowers for Aubrelaine.. "I'm glad to meet you Aubrelaine.. Thank you for listening over my sentiments.." She stood up and smile over the two.. Though the pain is still there, she tried to smile just for them. ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ "...I will take you completely..
Without exemptions..."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 2:11 am
Saeslin.Cathain The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
For I love you still
My wife, and you're dead...
"Perhaps it's time to head back to the school," Saeslin said. "It's growing a bit late. And a touch of chill still lingers on the air at night."
And honestly, this place just didn't seem to be helping anyone's mood. Except Ivan, who seemed rather more chipper than one would expect--what was he even doing here anyway? At any rate, it would be impolite to ask.
"Perhaps we can look for your son on the way. If you would tell us more about him." Saeslin started toward the gate to the cemetery, assuming the others would follow...
[exit to school grounds?]I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm...
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:31 pm
Iván Cabrera Montero
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Ivan felt like jumping for joy when she smiled at them, always happy to see smiles spread. "No need to thank me. I should be thanking you. Both of you," He said with a wide grin, feeling that it was unnecessary to explain his gratitude. He was thankful for everything and anything, so an explanation would just be a long boring list anyway. He watched as she bid farewell to the grave and felt a pang of sadness inside since he had not said anything in her honor. Whether her spirit could hear him or not, he whispered a promise to make her... brother? Husband? Well, whatever sort of loved one he was to her, he quietly promised to make him lighten up a little for her. Well, he promised to try. It was like he radiated gloominess and despair, so it would be a bit difficult. But he would try his best!
"It's cold because you gave your coat to Miss Xing. She is warm now, so it's your turn to be warm," Ivan tutted and took off his cloak to throw over Cathain's head, sure that it would warm him up. It was like musical chairs! But with coats and such. Oh, he lost. Well, not really, because after bounding around the cemetery in search of flowers, he was warm enough.
"Oh, yes, that's a good idea!" He exclaimed and was about to give him a hug before he realized that he could be filthy for all he knew. So, he was paused with his arms around the man, but not quite touching him for a brief moment before moving away and skipping a little ways ahead, pretending he didn't make that little mistake. "Well, he has big tee-- Oh, I guess I already said that. Well, he has pro... promi.... big cheekbones that I love to squeeze, but he got so tall that I can't reach... Oh, and he has pointy ears too!" He continued to describe his son to the two of them on the way back to the school, getting more and more excited to see him by the second.
[Exits]
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:59 pm
COLLEEN XING "I'll take you with all that you are..
Your pains,
Your secrets,
Your past,
Your longings,
and dreams...." ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ Colleen smiled once more at Ivan who were so cheerful and lively.. Though the sad atmosphere creeps, seeing him being concerned over Saeslin made her conclude, Ivan is somehow a person with a heart of gold..
As Ivan describes his son over them.. Colleen were starting to draw thoughts in her mind.. While following those two back at school.. Seems like, those descriptions were familiar.. And yet she doesn't want to conclude unless Colleen is not sure about it..
Staring over Aubrelaine's tomb over her shoulder.. She couldn't help but wonder if Aubrelaine did relay her message to Rui. ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ "...I will take you completely..
Without exemptions..." *exit following Sae and Ivan*
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 5:41 pm
COLLEEN XING "Life isn't finding yourself..
It's about creating yourself!"   ❖She's staring over Aubrelaine's tombstone while handling a bouquet if flowers.. It's been six months.. In Rosentale, 3 days is barely a month in her world.. After praying for her soul, as part of her beliefs.. She stooped down and place the flowers on Aubrelaine's grave..
"Puu.. Puu.. Puu!" Sven remarked while flying beside his master.. Glancing over her shoulder, "She's a certain friend.. Well.. I've only met her once.. Aubrelaine is Saeslin's closest relative I guess.." She stood up and pats Sven's head.. Sven is her guardian, well.. He's a gift from her mother as a welcome back present though.. And accidentally just call him, Sven...
Looking over the place, nothing has change.. Is it because in Rosentale its barely 2-3 weeks since she left..This was the last place she had been to.. Well, past is past!
"Would you like to see Rosentale before we head back home, Sven?"
 "Puuu.. Puuuu!"
"Alright.. Rosentale is a nice place.. You will love it there.."
After a total make over.. she would just assume no one would recognize her.. Hopefully.. Maybe she would drop by and visit Rosentale before heading back home..❖❖❖ "I've waited just to find you..
For I love you for a thousand years..." *exit somewhere*
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 4:31 pm
Saeslin.Cathain The priests and the friars
They approach me in dread
For I love you still
My wife, and you're dead...Saeslin was taking a break from work. He had gotten up early and gone to shower and change—something he, regrettably, sometimes neglected due to working long hours. And the first first thing he did after showering, was to go out for a walk. He stopped, along the way, to buy a bouquet of spring flowers.
And predictably, the first place he went was to the cemetery, where he set the flowers on Aubrelaine’s grave. He spent the next ten minutes brushing away fallen leaves and petals, and pulling weeds around her tombstone, before he finally flopped down next to it, resting his head against her name and staring up at the sky.
He slowly began to drift off to sleep while listening to the sounds of the birds and soft wind blowing through the trees. Even if he couldn’t find solace here, at least it was still peaceful. Soon, he was fast asleep, still slumped against Aubrelaine’s grave stone.
I still will be your shelter
Through rain and through storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm...
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:31 pm
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:55 pm
Peter.Whitney  The last thing Peter remembered was the split second before they cut his head off--definitely not his finest hour. So he was a little surprised to open his eyes to some kid telling him to rest in peace. It was almost the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him. Or would be if it wasn't for the whole...implied...deadness. "Euuurgh..." Peter tried to speak but...his vocal chords weren't working at the moment, it seemed. Grimacing, he started to sit up, catching his head when it nearly decided to fall off. "G...uh...." A bit of fetid blood blurbled out of his mouth and he grimaced again. Holding his head in place while it apparently decided to reattach itself, he looked at the weirdly crotchety little kid in front of him for a long moment--long enough for his vocal chords to regenerate somewhat. "Hey...I don't mean to be a bother but...do you have any pie?" Because dammit, he was hungry and the moment his esophagus was in one piece and wasn't likely to leak food into weird places where it might cause health problems down the line, he definitely wanted something to eat.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 11:50 pm
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 12:24 am
Peter.Whitney Peter held up a hand, having to swallow past a rather large clump of...something. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what because he might--ah, no, it was definitely coming up anyway. Still holding up his hand, he leaned over the side of the casket and coughed up whatever that lump was, then spent the next few minutes dry heaving until it felt like he was going to bring up his internal organs as well. After a moment, he just hung there limply until he was certain everything else was going to stay inside his body and, oh hey! His head wasn't trying to fall off anymore. That was always a bonus. He sat up and gently twisted his head. Something, somewhere, tore slightly and he winced in pain and also anticipation for his head to fall off again. Straightening it carefully with his hands, he said carefully, "I think I can walk but you wouldn't happen to have a scarf or something I can use to keep this thing from falling off again do you? I don't think it's quite healed yet." Keeping one hand on his head, he started to climb out of the casket. "And hey, if you're going to have someone cut your head off and keep you in a casket, pure silver isn't bad." He paused. "Think we can hawk this thing somewhere? Seems like it would be worth a lot...by the way, who are you, shorty?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:29 am
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:46 am
Peter.Whitney A belt? Well, her waist was tiny since she was kind of a midget. He took the belt from her very carefully, hearing the leather crackle faintly when he touched it. well, it might last five or so minutes--ten if he was really lucky. That should be enough for his head to get back on properly. He wrapped the belt around his neck and buckled it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, then hopped over the side of the casket, nearly hitting the floor when he realized his legs were a good deal more wobbly than he'd expected. He gave the shrimp an amused look. "No, sorry. That's not what I'd think. Obviously, since I asked your name first. And yeah, I'm Peter but I'm surprised to find out anyone wrote riddles about me. Oh, actually I heard there was some sort of children's rhyme going around though. What was it? 'Peter, Peter...something something......eh. No. I forgot it. Sorry." "Anyway, thanks for putting my head back on for me, Vivian Sinclair." He started to walk away but then she mentioned pie and it sounded like she was going to treat him. He smiled. "Yeah. Well, I haven't eaten in a while. Pie sounds good." He wondered if he could get back here before her friend Silveril and at least take the little box he presumed had housed his head. Because it wasn't fair if she got the whole thing.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:02 am
    ☆ .~•*¨¯¨*~.*☆ ☆ *.~*¨¯¨*•~. ☆    Oh darn. He took her belt. Goodbye belt. Oh beautiful belt that is now being adorned on a wild beast's neck. Now her lovely fashionable belt became a collar. Hey? What was that noise? Vivian glanced around. There was a crackle or something. She was ready... to use this guy as a shield from death hounds! She was no being eaten today!
Or she could just be paranoid. "I know a rhyme about a fish named Peter." Vivian paused as she tried to collect her memory. Oh crud. She forgot. Well, she'll make stuff up.
"Peter, Peter. Silly fish. Eat your food.
Or I'll chop off your head, head, head.
Peter, Peter. Silly fish. You're so unhealthy.
You're blue, but you're turning red, red, red.
Peter, Peter. Silly fish. You survived so long.
But now you're dead, dead, dead.
Peter, Peter. Silly fish. Rest in peace.
I bury you now, in your dirt bed, bed, bed."
Vivian paused and had a moment of silence for this Peter she suddenly made up and killed off in a moment of sudden rhyme. She then turned to the other one.
"What? Huh? Oh yeah. Your head. Yeah... No... problem." Vivian said. It wasn't like she intended to do it. She would have just been fine with dumping the body and head out and running off with the silver, but eh... she probably shouldn't tell him this.
She gave a nod and was about to head to the Sundae Inn since she recalled good food and good service there. Her hand unconsciously reached for his hand so she could drag this one to the inn. At least this Peter eats.
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 2:11 pm
Peter.Whitney "That was...nice," Peter said, raising an eyebrow at the inane little fish poem. "Actually, no. No it wasn't. It sucked." He was so distracted by the bad rhyming that he almost didn't realize she was reaching out for his hand until it was too late. Fortunately, he spotted her hand moving toward his just in time and jerked back, stumbling over his own feet. The world tilted and he headed for the ground. More worried his head might pop off and cause some issues, Peter reached up to make sure it was secure which left him no way to catch himself on his way down. He fell rather dramatically, his head cracking loudly against a nearby gravestone, leaving him momentarily stunned as he stared at the sky through the black and red spots. Well, damn. That hurt. He laid there a moment before carefully sitting up, rubbing at the back of his head. "Yeah, hey. Midget. Don't touch me. I mean, not that I have a problem with you but, you know..." He reached out to touch the gravestone with two fingers and as he did so, the stone cracked and started to just crumble away beneath his hand. After a moment, the entire corner of the gravestone crumbled to dust. "Sadly, I can't turn it off and it really would be a shame if that happened to your little arm. So it'd be best if you kept your distance, oh Midgety One."
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