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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2012 10:46 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:37 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 12:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 1:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 6:18 pm
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((If it's bad form to post in here while there's still an RP going on, let me know.))
He walked in to the parlour, wide-eyed and a large grin on his face. All the people in the room seemed enveloped in their conversations, so Falk did the nice thing and ignored them, or rather, didn't butt in on their conversations. He silently walked over to the glass tops that revealed the buckets of ice cream beneath. A parlour girl beamed a smile to him and asked. "What can I get you?"
Falk glanced up to her and blinked twice, then stammered a bit. "Uhh. Well. I... I haven't had ice cream before so..." His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink and he smiled bashfully, the girl laughed and said. "How is that possible? Everyone has to have had ice cream at least once!"
"Well it's because," he said slowly, but thought for a moment. Perhaps saying he was a dragon wasn't the best of things to do. Some people got... weird... around dragons. "It would always melt before it got home." True story.
"Well let me get you a double scoop of my favourite flavour!" She chimed in cheerfully. Falk watched as she scooped up a greenish-teal ice cream with dark chunks inside it and place them onto a cone. She handed it to him and he dug into his pocket, paying her with a $10 bill. Before she could give him his change, he spun around and sat on a chair and stared at the cone.
Falk stared at it a bit before he slowly opened his mouth and moved closer to lick up the ice cream, but it instantly started to melt. He withdrew quickly, not wanting to have a puddle to lick up. Falk sucked in air and moved quicker this time, running his slightly pointed tongue along the cold cream and swallowing it. The chilled sensation slid down his throat and caused shivers to run down his spine. Never had he been cold or even felt cold, so while the feeling was short, it was new and welcoming.
The process continued and he giggled a bit, elated that he could feel the cold on his tongue.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:17 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 2:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 10:13 pm
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Tell me, what is your wish..
So this was the place.. A brooding gaze fixed upon the doors of the Parlor, lights reflecting briefly in the red depths before Rule closed his eyes in thought. The carpet under his feet hovered just four feet from the ground, wavering softly until.. at some unspoken command.. it bundled and let him drop as it coiled around his shoulders where it belonged. Lightly, as if well used to such falls, the Djinn landed on the street below and.. in the same motion.. half-knelt to place his Mistress's feet upon the sidewalk. It painted a odd picture, certainly.. A lovely Witch girl and a cruel looking male standing to his full height behind her, his plaited black hair and deep crimson eyes a wicked contrast to his Master's pale complexion and violet gaze.
Without hesitation Rule stepped around Alonna, pushing open the strange door to the Ice Cream shop and stepping to the side to hold the portal open for her.. Drawing up short only as he realized another girl was already waiting just inside. She was a small creature, the faint glaze to her eyes hinting at a distant thought even as her slender form shivered ever so slightly. No doubt.. from the air outside. Exhaling softly Rule closed his eyes, relaxing as he felt some of the stress leave his limbs. So a Witch could look like that, too.. It actually relieved him, and gentled him just a little towards his Mistress. Perhaps she had such innocent moments like this girl..
Leaning forward Rule slipped his arm around the young girl Annalis' waist and pulled her against his side gently.. Moving her both out of Alonna's path and into the warm shelter of his body as another chilled wind seeped through the doorway. She had been inside first, by all rights he could have left her to hover in the doorway at her leisure.. But he was not entirely evil, the young girl seemed cold. Perhaps his Mistress was starting to give him a soft spot for Witchlings. Ignoring the strange smells coming from the glass counter he instead half-opened his eyes, waiting for Alonna as he held Annalis in a absent.. protective.. manner. " It does not smell like cream in this place, Witchling." For once his tone was almost friendly, teasing.. if not laughing yet.
.. And how far will you go to get it?
(( Pardon my boldness, Toxic. ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:58 pm
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Alonna RidelaTheme song
How far do I have to go...
Walking through the entrance, she waved her hand at her slave. "They mask the scent to keep away kittens, of course. Otherwise, they'd be out of business." Her own teasing tone matched his, and her eyes rose to coyly battle his. At least, they were going to, until she caught sight of the girl he held. "A-Annalis?" she whispered. With a cry, she pulled the small girl from Rule's arms and held her tightly. "I haven't seen you since I left the house party to go to the war!! It's me, Alonna Ridela! Oh, I must look so different, since I'm a full witch now and head of the family. You look great! How's Lance? Are you two together yet? How did the party go? Did my brother show up? How long have you been back?" Her questions were fast, one after the other, and she was almost sure the girl couldn't understand her.
...To get your approval?
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 7:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:07 pm
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Pure T0rture Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 8:30 pm
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