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 Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 12:54 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou’re not the only one with a gun for a mouth.
"I figured you'd be a vegetarian. I guess you are what you eat?" He laughed, that would make him an array of things. It was a bad joke. Terrible. Ugh, Huey. "Oh no, most fighters are blockheads that I beat the crap out of! No, really, a few are pretty damn good. It depends on their style and category but you don't really sit down and have conversations. I'm sure they are decent guys." Something about the look in her eyes. It reminded me twice that I was alive. "Uh...Ariadna...I'm going to have to leave soon, not right now but soon," utter disappointment flowed from his voice. "BUT! I will make it up with the next visit! We will go out. I can make it happen..." Smiling and taking another bite of his makeshift sandwich. "The cheese is so good.Ohmygodamazing." Words mumbled together as food moved from one cheek to the other. She seemed to enjoy her salad, either that, or his company. The consideration of both could also be plausible. His eyes ventured around the room, taking in the hordes of books. Maybe he would find her a few. What if she already has the book? Flowers? Of course she likes flowers, you ninny. He thought of a charm, but then squashed that idea before he ventured further. The charms she wore were because of her position here, not something of personal treasure.
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 2:11 pm
Sometimes though when he looks at her she feels as though she is being considered, analysed; as if she is really being thought of. It broke her heart a little bit for she saw so few people look at her like that and to be in ones thoughts even for a brief moment was such a gentle feeling; the feeling of being wanted is nice and not wanted for sexual reasons. "It seems that you are one of the many that hates paperwork. But they say that bureaucracy is the sigh of high end civilization," she commented, but that was such a dull thing to say. "I have to tell you though that if you give me so much liberty as to let me express myself and not be a doll, I can be a spiteful woman and maybe have my moody moments. I did stop aging for some time now you know." she said finally, as if wanting him to stay away from her.
She really didn't but she wondered if he would shun her because she isn't as submissive as he would have liked her to be. But then again, she remembered him saying, 'Lace are for pansies.' He wants a fighter, a fighter like him. Maybe not always the type that go for fists and kicks but someone to actually talk to him. He is a handsome fellow, she considered. He has a great physique and probably never had to lift a finger to make a woman swoon over him. But he made her laugh or snort from time to time. Like his wolfing of food and how much he praises the cheese.
But she isn't someone that is easily swayed by one's appeal, no matter how much they resemble Greek Gods... besides, those gods have abandonned and made life miserable for all nymph kind and she was absolutely happy that they became nothing but sappy mythical stories with powers lost and now living under new blood lines, new incarnations; what have you. Few of them exist now but they can't exercise their power like they used to.
"I will look forward to walking with you. Please come and visit me soon," she said, finding a little more hope in her heart and her eyes shimmered with a small spark of light before the door close, seeing the last bit of his turquoise eyes. She felt a little nervous as he looked around her room seeing so many books and flowers. 'God, he probably thinks I'm messy...' she thought but cleared her throat and waved him farewell. Then she let her hand down to dangle at her sides dimly as she watched him leave. 'Sweet but foolish man. You either buy or don't. This is not a courtesan house. Its a slave shop. Don't you get it already?'
Quote: "Speech" is in "#604039".'Thoughts' is in '293500'.
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Posted: Thu Jul 25, 2013 7:09 pm
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This place wasn't so bad. While she would have preferred to have her powers, to go outside, to have freedom again - altogether it was a much nicer place than really anywhere else she had been so far. The wards were impenetrable and escape would be impossible, at least from here. And Euthymia had grown weary of always running. There was no place in this world for her anymore, no one needed a spirit such as she. So perhaps, she reasoned, it was for the best that she was in this place. There was nothing left for her to do and she was so tired some day. So tired of running, of being captured - of merely existing. The spirit was old and lately she was feeling...useless. Unnecessary to the world today and that was quite a depressing thing for a spirit of one of the seasons. Letting out a sigh, she dropped into a chair and crossed her legs, one knee over the other, the slit in the side of her dress going up to her thigh and revealing her long legs.
Her tail draped itself over her ankles and she played with the end of it absently, the way a human might play with the ends of their hair. Ears twitching a bit, the fox spirit slid down, slouching a bit in her chair and closed her eyes, the bright purple a startling contrast to the hues of her skin and hair. What sort of person would want her? She knew of this place, had heard about it from an old master who had wanted to purchase a slave here and couldn't afford the high price. So, she was expensive, was she. Another might have been prideful that she was worth so much, but the spirit merely shook her head a bit, her left ear drooping a bit. She had no use for fancy things or wealth or power and to be used for it, by it, was disturbing. Letting out a soft sigh, she thought back to when things were simpler.
Oh, she missed those times. Alexander was her first master, she supposed, but it wasn't like how it is now. He had no desire to subjugate her, to bed her, but to learn from her. And so she had learned from him, taking her first and only human name from his language, learning of humans and of their civilizations that grew up around her. It was a pleasant way to be exposed to the species as a whole and she still mourned his loss on occasion. Never very greatly, for it was such a long time ago the pain had faded, but out of a sense of respect and duty. And now look at the sort of men who wanted her as a pet. A pet. No one had seen her fox form, ever, and it would most likely remain that way. And no one would ever see her true self, because Mia was rather frightened that that was withering away, dying a slow death with age and hopelessness. Was that to be her fate? To die in this gilded cage? Letting out a breath, Mia sat up straight, her ears perking up, when someone simply walked into her room.
As the little girl walked in, introducing herself ever-so-politely and then began to circle her, Mia blinked, her eyes going wide. This was...not a human at all, she realized. Even the collar didn't inhibit her natural senses and she realized what the girl was. She had not seen one in...in centuries, longer. Smiling a bit, Mia stood up from the chair and crouched down to get on eye-level with Ikinya, her ears twitching as her tail curled behind her. "Hello, Ikinya, it's very nice to meet you. My name is Euthymia, but you can call me Mia since you think I'm pretty," she added with a short laugh. Touching the girl's cheek with a gentle hand, Mia tipped her head a bit curiously. "What are you doing here, sweetheart? Are you with someone?" The girl wore no collar, she saw in relief, which meant she wasn't a slave. So she had to be with someone, unless she'd somehow been allowed to come here alone - which was doubtful. Before the little girl could reply, a man burst into the room, looking panicked and out of breath. Mia's eyes widened even further when she realized what he was.
This was...very unusual.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 4:51 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou’re not the only one with a gun for a mouth. Hugh had laid awake the whole night, staring at the ripped corner of his faded wallpaper. He couldn't sleep. How could he? Being pulled aside like a small child and reprimanded for not following the rules of Hotel des Esclaves. It was his own fault. He had never once thought about a slave. It seemed so primitive and distasteful to treat human beings in such a way. He heard about it once in passing, the kind when you travel internationally but nothing of this sort. The turquoise oculars moved to the bland drywall ceiling. It is a lot of money to pay for her. Is she not worth it? Would she hate him for 'buying' her? Maybe. How could he even live with himself for doing this! It is such a mess! They gave him the ultimatum, he either buys her tomorrow or he will never see her again and he would not be welcomed back.
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He wore a pair of faded board shorts, a white tank top and brown suede sandals. He looked like utter s**t, dark circles framed the once tranquil oceans of innocence. How naive he had been but he wouldn't back down on his word. Now what he faced was guilt. It was a sickening cancer eating at his gut, he could feel it rising in his throat.
The woman at the front desk smiled at him. Huey did not return the warm greeting. He signed over any savings he had into an undisclosed account and waited for Kristen, the woman at the desk, to give him the final word that the transaction had been completed.
"Thank you for your business, Mr. Guess. Have a wonderful day!" The chipper tone of nails to a chalkboard. He just sold every dream he ever had. "Yeah, wonderful freaking day. May I be taken to Ariadna now?" Even saying her name was like being stabbed with a shiv! Hazily he followed whoever it was that guided him up to her room, honestly, he appeared like a puppet being pulled along until reaching her room. Huey, calm down. It is okay, hunny. A guardian angel whispering in his ear, he could hear his mother's comforting voice, but it was an illusion. His left hand clenched the bouquet of peonies, it squealed in protest until his dead gaze fell upon the white blossoms. The door slowly opened as if each inch expanded into infinity, light fizzled into view and static filled his ears.
"Whomp whomp whomp whomp whomp whomp." Who knew what was said, Huey stood there waiting for her to appear and when she did, his hand held out the flowers. He couldn't bring himself to look up, to meet her flawless face. The eyes are windows to the soul and he felt as if his checked out. "Here. I figured you'd like to go to the Garden, that big one with the fountain," clearing his throat he continued, "my car is out front. I can carry your stuff."
One minute you're on top, the next you're not. Thinkin' you're hot stuff.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 5:13 am
She earned her collar. She tried to pull at them, to let her neck breath for once in this infernal velvet ring around her neck but to no avail. She only ended up choking herself.
But then came a fateful day.
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She wore the same outfit as yesterday and turned to the last page of her book. She closed it and heard the door unlock. It was Huey who came in and it seems that this fateful day, she is bought. But he looked horrible. 'Did he get in a fight?' she thought. She put the book on the small coffee table and walked over to Huey, her flat slippers hardly making a sound. She was a bit surprised. Is this the day she finally gets out from these prison walls? She walked over to the large man. He really looked horrible. He was holding a bouquet of flowers too. It was not the best she has seen but...
She looked up at him, but couldn't get much for his eyes. She tilted her head a little just to see why he is feeling so horrible. "Huey?" she asked gently but then stepped away. What if he doesn't want her to look at her at all? What if his friendly sociable persona was all an act the first day. She held a little distrust in her eyes but felt slightly relieved when he said he would take her to the garden. 'So I'm finally out... I'm free! Once out of his car and into the garden I can run!'
She felt a little guilty for thinking of running away from him without showing least bit gratitude but she doesn't know him well enough to know if she wants to stay or not. But then again, with the new found freedom would she know what she would want to do with it? She's still alone. So instead she tried again to peer into his face and asked every so sweetly, "Huey? What happened? ... Huey...?" she murred.
Quote: "Speech" is in "#604039".'Thoughts' is in '293500'.
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Posted: Fri Jul 26, 2013 6:22 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou’re not the only one with a gun for a mouth.
"It is okay, Ariadna," he found himself repeating the same words his mother's ghost had. Come one and all and see the broken man. Still, he couldn't face her soft features, her eyes were too much. Make no mistake, he wanted to save her, and like he said he would, he had. She was no longer bound to this awful devil's advocate. Waiting for just a moment, the realization that she didn't have any possessions of her own! In fact, that was the same dress that she wore yesterday. Grubby nails dug deep in to the flesh of his palms, he tightened his fists. "Listen buck-o, I suggest you move your a** before I knock you on it." Deep twin pools of aqua threatened, and the bellhop saw they were not idle. "Hey, wait-" Quickly he put up his hands in surrender, backing away until he turned to run off. No doubt to call security.
"Let's go before they find some reason to change their minds," in that moment, a decision was made. Huey quickly but gently laced his hand around hers, leading her down the zig-zag of stairs and right out the front entrance. The woman at the front desk hung up the phone as they were passing, "Uh, Sir-" They did not stop, slipping into the rotating doors. They were ushered outside into a bright sunshine. A cool breeze lightly teasing tufts of hair with each step.
Moments are fleeting.
He helped her into a sleek BMW, it was a few years old, and donated from a sponsor. He went great lengths to take care of it because without it, he would have been taking the bus. He shut her door after she was completely in and he ran to the other side, all but jumping into the driver's seat. It roared to life when he turned the key, even more with a shift of gears. I can't believe she is here. Huey almost laughed, the look on her face. "We can stop at an outlet to find you some clothes when we leave the garden. Also gotta pick up the...girly stuff." His nose scrunched up in childish disdain. They'd make the drive to the Archer's Garden, windows rolled down and the open air pushing back their hair. Soon enough they would be there and he would do just like he did before. The car door would open and he'd be sure that she got out without a hitch.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 1:49 am
 ⊱⊱ D ▸ A R E I O S ⋮ The Reformed Slave
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ Panic raced through Dareios' body as he scanned the halls with the guard by his side. Long knee-length white hair whipped out behind the male like a delicate cape as he practically ran back and forth. His voice wasn't working, and instead tried to use his equine senses to detect his daughter. That was pretty pointless once he thought about it, just because there were so many other people in the building, he wouldn't be able to detect her movement. Groaning and rubbing his face, the man flinched when the guard simply gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Giving the man a weary smile, Dareios felt bad for flinching at first, but who could really blame him? He'd been too used to guards pushing him around and chaining him up compared to them showing concern. In a weird and twisted way, he wished his times in slaveries had been more like this place; if he'd been shoved in places like this he might have turned out slightly better. The man was just starting to verge on manic hysteria when the guard accompanying him popped out from around a corner. "Sir, I've found her. She found her way into the room of a most easy-going lady. You may go in and get her." Breathing out a heavy sigh of relief, Dareios probably could have cried, but fatherly instincts were taking over, and he needed his daughter with him to see for himself that she was indeed safe.
While all this drama was unfolding, Ikinya was innocently smiling at the pretty lady with the fox ears and tail. The woman had crouched before her, something the young Spirit Guide much appreciated, and the girl swayed her hips as she was spoken to very politely, her brightly pattered skirt swaying around her calves. Eyes brightening when the woman introduced herself and even gently touched her cheek like a mother would, Ikinya nodded vigorously. Yet, before she could even give a worded answer, the door burst open, and the African girl gleefully squealed. "Pa! You followed me!" Running up to the man who looked panicked beyond belief and utterly out of breath, he dropped to his knees and hugged her tightly. "Ikinya! Oh baby... Don't run that fast again. Pa actually lost you, I didn't know where you were." Looking confused for a moment, the girl gave a most cat-like sound of sadness. "Ek is jammer pa~ I'm sorry. But I knew you'd find me, or I'd never have followed my sight." Cupping the man's face in her small, dark hands, he smiled with a slight chuckle. The smile soon turned into a confused look, and his eyes fell upon the woman with the fox features.
Standing up slowly, he placed a hand on his daughter's head and it sunk straight through her fluffy afro. A purr came from the girl, who smiled at Mia. "Missus Mia, this is my pa. I was lead to you, so I lead him here too!" Grinning like this was common knowledge, Dareios just looked somewhat shyly at the woman. She had this air about her that spoke loudly about how old she was. She'd walked this Earth for many, many more years than he had, and it made him feel a little off-balance. The Witch had been quite old too, and wise and caring. Could the same be said of this fox-woman? He had no idea what she was, aside from the fact she was a rare being, and ancient. "T-Thank you for looking after her, and I'm really, truly sorry if she barged in. When she... Well, when she gets a trail she has to follow it." Judging by the lack of shock on the woman's face, Dareios assumed that the woman knew what they were, otherwise there might have been more of a reaction to this talk of "being lead to you" and "following a trail". Feeling awkward about being in a room of a person he didn't intend to see, the way Ikinya was tugging him into the room clearly meant something. Stepping back to ask the guard if it was alright he stayed to talk, Dareios didn't enter the room until he got the okay from the guard, and finally he allowed the African to pull him inside.
"I do apologise for this intrusion miss, but obviously we were lead to you for a reason." Taking in a deep breath and rubbing the back of his neck, the tall male felt most uncomfortable, but only because this had been so unplanned. Snorting slightly, like a wary horse, he finally looked the fox-woman in her oddly beautiful purple eyes. "I... I've come here to find someone that can handle looking after my daughter, Ikinya, when I have work. I-I work from home, so I'm always available if things go wrong but... I need someone that can keep up with her and can be stern when needed. I'd like to find out if you could be that person." Looking around the room and finding a sweet little tea table to sit down at, he promptly did so, crossing his legs in a very business-like manner. "I know it won't mean much.. Or you won't believe me, but... I know how it feels to have someone look at you, analyse you, take you away only to return to back, even to other places around the world you'd rather not be." Looking up at the woman, his pale features as well as the accent that was lost long, long ago hiding his Greek heritage. Sure there were facial structures that might hint at it, but aside from that, he looked like just a normal guy. So why would someone believe him when he said "I understood"? Gesturing for the woman to sit with him, he finally managed to offer up a decent smile. "Will you join me? I'd.. Like to talk, if you please."
[translations: Ek is jammer pa = I'm sorry dad.]
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Color Me Fubar ooc;; Right, let's plot some conversation >D
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 12:39 pm
 Indent Ignorance was a b***h.
Indent Being raised in a violent world, Ceri had prided herself on her worldly understanding. As much as her father had tried to shelter her, Ceri had still found ways to watch her 'family' operate. She'd seen cold blooded executions and the walls had never been thick enough to mask the screams of traitors. Blood, betrayal, and brutality had been as much a seed in her growing life as her father's love. Yet she had never known the tasteless horror of greasy take-out noodles until now. Ceri chocked down another bite as the morning sun poured in through the motel curtains.
Indent Satin sheets and a bed like a cloud. Like a stupid child, she'd just assumed they were a standard practice of living in the first world countries. The red-head laughed hollowly as she bounced a little on the crunchy bed she was using as her chair. The springs creaked and moaned under her movement and she dearly hopped they were suffering like her back was. After a full week of running Ceri would have liked to say she'd grow accustom to this atrocious beds, the mystery smells, and the orchestra of sex and shouting. She would be lying to herself.
Indent "*Ez jobb, mint a golyó, hogy az agy" The Hungarian words sounded heavy to her ears. The truth of it made the pain in her back seem a small price. Ever since she'd been forced on the run Ceri had fallen into the habit of speaking the most difficult languages she knew. She never been able to kill the habit of talking to herself, but then, she really didn't have to.
Indent Grunting, she tossed the rest of her take-out and through her few loose articles back into the duffel bag. Hundred dollar stacks and a glitter of gold stared back at her before she zipped the grey bag up. She left the key with the kid at the front desk and was gone before the glowing numbers on her car's dashboard read 7:00. As cheap and rundown as the motel was, they couldn't afford real security cameras. There would be no record of her being here.
Indent Her little grey Honda Accord blended amongs the other cars on the road, and best of all, it wasn't reported as stolen. Loyalty was not a dead God. Gary, as devoted a man as was ever born, had been the first and only person to tell her...the news. He'd been the one to get her the clean get away car. He'd probably saved her life that night.
"**Én soha nem fog látni többé." Tears stung her eyes but they didn't fall. She bit back viciously on the soft, weak self-pity that tried to drag her down. With a deep breath and a glance down at the duffel bag holding her salvation, she steeled her.
Indent Her eyes dry, Ceri pulled into the parking lot of her destination. Hôtel des Esclaves. The woman snorted at the name as she made her way to the lobby. "***Mintha a francia teszi ízléses." She had never advocated the acceptance of slavery, until now. Desperate times.
Indent Ceri smiled without feeling at the fellow ginger behind the counter as she walked to the greeting desk. The secretary did her the courtesy of not staring at the old duffel bag for long. They exchanged empty pleasantries and got down to the nitty gritty. No she didn't have an appointment. Yes, of course she'd fill out the sheet. Yes all the information was accurate. No, she don't mind waiting.
Indent "Take a seat, I'll be with you as soon as matches are found, Ms. Archer."
Indent Yeah, maybe not all the information was accurate. Despite the weight of the duffel bag, she remained standing, off to the side and capable of seeing everyone coming through the door. Esclaves was a busy place. All the better for blending in. The little ginger at the desk was starting to fidget every time she glanced at her computer screen. Finally, Ceri had enough of her worried glances and came back over.
Indent "Pardon me, is there a problem?" The secretary jumped a bit at the bite in her voice. "Oh, um, no. We found one match, but, well...I'll be honest, Ms. Archer, it's not great." She motioned to a bellboy at the door. As he hurried up she said, "This is Richard, he'll explain both to you and take you to the one you prefer." She smiled apologetically while Richard took a glance at the screen and frowned tiredly. That did not bod well for her luck.
Indent Not showing how much their words bothered her, she keep the peaceful look of content acceptance plastered on her face. When she followed in silence Richard took it as a sign to start talking. "Your match was a Huang tribe member. You probably don't know-"
Indent "I know of them," she assured curtly, a headache already starting at the base of her skull. That was why they were so worried. The Huang were...a difficult people. But they were also some of the most competent forest dwellers to ever walk the earth.
Indent "He doesn't understand a word of English, or any other language we can figure out either. He'll be at a discount, of course." Of course he wouldn't speak anything but the language of his tribe, Ceri thought with a bitter kind of humor. They were as proud as the sun was bright and had a superiority complex against the world. She touched the edge of her duffel bag where is was hanging on he shoulder. Ceri's mind was already turning with possibility. She could work with this. She could.
Indent They were in the elevator now and the bellboy was doing his best to professional but ever word he spoke about the Huang man was coated with a thin layer of distaste. They stopped by the proper door and Richard hesitated to open it, "He's been behaving himself, but he might act up again. I can go in with you-"
Indent Once more she cut him off. "No." She did not need anyone seeing or overhearing what she was about to do. "Thank you, but I can handle this myself." The collar were negating all his powers, he was no stronger than a mortal man. The bellboy would not make it his business to argue, as he slipped in the card-key and opened the door for her. As she stepped in he stepped at, closing the door behind her.
Indent She saw him there, curled up near the window like a bored panther. The dark grey hair would have made him look old if it hadn't been so damn thick and long. She had the insane urge to braid the thing. Chuckling at her own imagination, she took another step in. She really hated speaking a language when she wasn't skilled at it, but the number of resources available on the Huang tribe's language were about as a plentiful as a Von Gogh original piece. Taking a deep breath she started, "/Greetings/" The tense might have been off, but at least she knew that much was right. Hopefully.
*It is better than a bullet to the brain
**I'm never going to see him again
***As if the French makes it classy
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 1:53 pm
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██████████████████████████████████████████████ INDENT The door opened again. Perhaps the humans were mad that he broke that clicking machine. After a delay, Sangki tore his eyes away from the world beyond the white room to glance over at the door. Instead of the usual squad of guards there stood only one woman with dull orange hair. Was she human? The only human hair colors he had seen were black, gray, or white. Some of the guards here also had pale almost beige hair but this was the first time he was seeing such a strange orange colour. She must not be human, he decided. She also could not possibly be Huang. None of his people would choose that body. He studied her for a long moment as he decided how to react. Her little utterance sounded similar to his own language but it was probably by sheer coincidence. Language was like that sometimes - the worse language always stealing from the nicer ones.
INDENT That's how humans in general were. Sangki turned his head away again to stare out the window.
INDENT "/And what are you? A spirit of fire? Of the sky? Of the sun?/" He spoke to her without looking at her. He had already assessed that she wasn't a threat. Though she was of abnormally tall height, her frame was too thin to be a fighter. She wasn't challenging him. If she had other mystical powers as other higher races were rumoured to have, there was nothing he could do anyway; it was no sense wasting the energy bracing for something he did not yet know the nature of. Sangki continued as little more than musing aloud, "/I cannot even manually assess what it is. Ah, not that it matters anyway since no one here can speak! They're all just inferior beings anyway.../"
INDENT After the first time he heard some false friends words in English he had stupidly tried to respond. He had almost felt a little excited or relieved that anyone spoke his language, all to have the human that uttered it start spewing more primitive nonsense. That was the first and last time he believed anyone here could be communicated with. If he stayed here long enough, he deemed it entirely possible to forget how to speak at all. Then this thing, this female-appearing creature, enters and tries to fool him into getting hopeful once more... No. He wasn't going to fall for it. He knew better than that.
Jaded_Fae_Witch It feels funny giving you this small post in response to your large one but there's only so much I can make out of "I'm more interested in looking out the window than at you." sweatdrop When he finally realizes she can loosely understand him he'll do more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 2:26 pm
Stepping from a horse drawn carriage was a mesmerizing woman. The irises of her eyes a blazing orange with flecks of red inset, truly the fires of hell suspended in a pitch-black oblivion. She had an almost baby fat, round face. Rosy blush crowned the round freckly cheeks of the female. She looked to be wearing a diamond encrusted collar, black silk fell silently from it in a long waterfall and trailed in her wake. Only the praying of her hands were visible, besides her face of course. Her hair looked wet, curled and pinned tightly against her head to give the illusion of a bob. Onlookers gawked at the fair maiden stepping away from such a curious ride. Many eyed the mighty stallion pulling the carriage. It was enormous. Standing well over 6 feet, and it's hair an even curiouser lavender colour.
Az walked with a feral grace, her steps so even that she almost appeared to be floating along in the dark. Each footfall silenced against the marble stone of the lobby. Standing at the same height as the receptionist at the desk, Az pursed ruby lacquered lips. She was perturbed at the red-heads doltishness. "Az," her nickname bubbled, morphing into an accordion of murky inks popping in the air to produce tiny flares. She smiled, a bone chilling grin, and the desk woman snapped her fingers to a bell boy. Immediately calling one over to escort the customer up to the rarities. A young male with Neptune's gift was on her list. Rare gems were always treasured.
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Click.
Double doors swung open, stopping short before hitting the walls. Az crossed the sealed threshold, it created a barrier between herself and the channel to which she drew her powers. She said nothing, glaring at the empty room in contempt before settling for the bed. The daemon looked like a great black swan sitting comfortably upon his coverlets and sheets. In this present smell of garbage a fresher, cleaner scent filled the air. In this late summer season, when none could be expected, the breeze spoke of rain. She leaned back, listening to the sound of the city growing still at the day's end as she waited.
And waited.
Patience was never a good virtue on one such as herself.
Rising from her seated position she heads toward the bathroom door. Fingers lifted up on the knob and eased it open. Az peered inside, noticing the water in the large claw-foot tub. Tiptoeing to the edge, she leaned in to take a gander at her prize. A devious smile creeps across her face, fire-filled eyes flashing with excitement. He'd notice her soon enough, if not, she'd go in.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 3:34 pm
 Andara bubbled, head tilting. The water he soaked in amplified the sound of footsteps. Someone walking past the room, probably. But.... no one walked past his room. He heard the gentle woosh of air and felt the subtle change in the temperature. Someone had opened his door. Quickly, he sat up, water dripping from his midnight hair. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his thin frame. He blinked, wide-eyed, at the woman standing in his bathroom. Quickly, he ducked back under the water, praying she hadn't seen him, before realizing she had been looking directly at him. He let out a sigh and poked his head over the rim of the bathtub. His expression was between terror and a weak glare.
Slowly, Andara unplugged the tub for the second time in that short time span. He watched the water swirl away with obvious distaste. He stood and clambered out of the large basin, tripping over the edge and falling onto the floor, planting his face in the tile. For a moment, he lay still there before letting out a growl of frustration. Every time! Every time he tripped over that damnable thing! He sat up on his knees and crossed his arms, pouty-glaring at the ground like a small child. He has already forgotten his.... guest was in the room. In his peripheral vision, he noticed a smudge of black. His violet eyes followed the smudge up to the woman's face. Oh. Hesitantly, the boy raised a pale hand and waved, sleeve dripping.
Swallowing hard, Andara then stood, realizing such a simple greeting could be considered disrepectful. He wobbled a little, still not used to having to walk. Water was where he belonged. He placed his right fist over his heart and pressed the middle and ring fingers of his left hand to his forehead, bowing down. It was the highest symbol of respect his people could give. Andara knew this woman had power. He knew she could get him out of here like he so desired. The way she held herself said power, elegance, riches. Authority. People listened to this woman. He bowed a little deeper, keeping his odd eyes fixed on the ground.
Only once before had he shown disrespect to someone of higher rank than he, and that was when he was a child. He had paid dearly for that mistake and he dared not repeat it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 4:32 pm
Az used everything in her power to stifle the giggle that begged for release as the sea dweller greeted white tiles almost face first. That would have been an awful kiss. By his reaction alone, it was not the first but surely the last time of it. His awkward wave was silly, perhaps he tried to wave off the mishap? Steadily, she rose. The blackened figure standing before such an excellent being! He gestured a strange salute before bowing, stooping lower towards the floor. "I thank you kindly, my beloved. I am Az," Silent hands procured one of the hotel's plush towels in transcendence. Most likely from a rack or stand, who cared?"Here, here. Take this." She'd offer the amenity, if he did not take it, it would be tossed aside. It did not matter. He did though.
He was taller than she, the eerie orbs surveying such a treat. He was a fine new addition to her treasure trove. She was absolutely delighted! Milky hands gently cupped the young male's cheeks, turning his head slightly one way and then the other. She was inspecting him. "You are stunning," her ruby lips upturned. Az released his pallid face, back way even to give him some space to take her in. After all, she was not some aristocrat or famous actor looking for a whipping boy. No, she was something ancient and mighty, a child of Charon. "I have already prepared you a majestic stage with lots of replenishing sea water. I'm sure you will wish for new attire. You'll have to be measured and fitted though." He did not seem like the type to like people diddly-dawdling over him, yet, it needed to be done. " I will be the only one that touches you besides the seamstress. My show travels all over the world, every furthest corner you could possibly imagine. A whole new city every other night," she stepped out of the bathroom, crossing into his bed chambers again. The giddy being sat where she was once before, hands resting on her silky knees as prying eyes watched in amazement. "Terribly sorry, they did not give me your birth name unless you'd rather be called something else?," never mind that her stare remained unblinking and lust-filled.
Blind the world with make believe.
All in the name of misbehavior and the things we don't need.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:18 pm
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As a man burst into the room, clearly worried about the little girl standing in front of her, Euthymia rose to her feet in an elegant gesture and watched the two reunite with a small smile. They were clearly not related - there was no unicorn in the girl, after all - but it was sweet to see how deeply they loved each other. That much was obvious to her and she remained silent, taking in the exchange and watching the two of them interact. The man trusted his daughter's judgement, which was good. Unicorns weren't foolish creatures and to ignore a spirit guide's instincts would be quite ignorant indeed. Not that she had personal experience with such things, but after so many centuries on this earth, one picked up things. The female listened to him calmly, her expression serene, as he explained what he was doing here in a place like this with his daughter. Well, that did serve to explain the reason why they had come at all, she had never seen a child in this place. Granted, she hadn't been here very long, but still. Many came and went and they were never children.
As he sat down in the chair and asked her to join him, she inclined her head and took a seat. Her tail curled behind her and she felt the little girl run over to it and begin to examine it. There were small fingers in the fur, which was soft as silk and feather down, but she didn't mind and let it be. In truth, she rather enjoyed the curious touching that was still so gentle and innocent. My name is Euthymia," she introduced herself with a small smile, as she'd yet to learn his name. Peering at him with a gaze that seemed to go through him, she tilted her head a bit, an ear twitching. Perhaps his accent would have gone unnoticed by someone else, but she had not heard such a language in a long time and a faint smile appeared on her lips. Mia had a fondness for Greece, thanks to Alexander, and wondered if this unicorn still knew the old tongues. "And there is nothing to apologize for. It has been a very long time since I've seen a unicorn and I'm glad to see they are not extinct as I feared once," she added in a soft tone. Looking over her shoulder at Ikinya, her smile widened and she patted her lap invitingly for the girl to join them. The spirit guide perked up and skipped around the chair before climbing into Mia's lap. The fox spirit dipped her head down so the little girl could reach her ears, letting her touch as much as she wanted. Touch was important to a child, she knew.
Looking up at the tall man, Mia gave him a warm smile. "I'm a spirit of autumn," she explained, knowing he didn't know what she was. "My nature is a fox, as you can tell." She believed him when he said he understood. There was something in his tone, in his voice, that said he had suffered and had learned from it. "I would say I don't have very much experience with children, especially if they were humans, but I do enjoy them a great deal. And Ikinya seems to have quite the will of her own, spirit guides usually do. They don't answer to many people," Mia added with a short laugh, the tip of her tail flicking a bit. "Is that all you would need from me, to watch your daughter and keep her safe?" she asked. They both understood the question she left silent for the sake of the child, she knew. And while he didn't seem the sort to want her in his bed, to be looking for a pleasure slave, Mia had learned creatures all had hidden depths and refused to leave anything to chance.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:26 pm
Warily, Andara rose, never daring to meet this.... Az woman's eyes. He tilted his head curiously at the towel and took it, wrapping it around his narrow shoulders. He hunched slightly under the white thing. He wasn't sure if he liked the way it soaked up the water on his back, but it was rather soft. He remained pliable as the woman tilted his head this way and that. He tried not to show it, but he enjoyed her touch. Contact was rare and welcome in such an unforgiving realm, and he appreciated the gentleness he was treated with. Andara's eyes slowly traveled her body, taking in every inch of the daemon. He would not look at her face.
The ashray didn't understand much of what she told him. He didn't know what a seamstress was, nor did he understand what Az meant by a majestic stage. Some words were entirely foreign, incomprehensible, to him. But he nodded anyway, hoping to please her. He remained standing when she sat and only dared kneel in front of her after a full three minutes and forty-six seconds passed. Andara kept his expression carefully blank the entire time. He caught the word 'name' escape from the other's lips. Carefully, he raised his hands and twisted them in the way he had been taught to in order to give his identity to another. -Andara Sadine- He signed.
Slowly, he raised his gaze to Az's lips, slowly taking her face in bit by bit, until his eyes were just beneath her. He steeled his courage and brought them up that last fraction of an inch and met her red-orange ones. He gasped quietly and dropped his gaze once more. Her eyes.... He carefully slid his eyes up to meet them again. They were beautiful. He found he couldn't look away this time. He was captivated, utterly captivated by them. He wasn't the only one with irises different from the ones who walked the earth here. Andara gnawed his lower lip with one canine before closing his eyes, opening them a few moments later, staring back down at his lap. His cheeks were dusted a light pink color. Such a blink was usually saved for two ashrays that had known each other for a long time, even then used sparingly. It was an ultimate sign of trust among his people, as many dangers lurked in the water and closing your eyes for even the most brief moment could lead to death. It showed that one trusted the other enough to keep them safe.
He gave the woman the sign of respect again, hoping to make up for such a mistake. He could not simply toss such a symbol of trust around and he barely knew her name, what had made him do such a thing?
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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 9:53 pm
⊱⊱ D ▸ A R E I O S ⋮ The Reformed Slave
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ She was inspecting him. She was inspecting him. Shouldn't it have been the other way around? It didn't phase him much, since he was used to being the subject of scrutiny, but he was quite sure he was the one that should have been analysing her. Except, he just couldn't do it. He just couldn't sit before this woman and judge her like he'd been judged once upon a time. It wasn't right. Eyes lingering on Ikinya as she promptly went to "attack" this woman's tail with curiosity, he managed a ghost of a pleased smile. Then her name was given. Euthymia. He knew that name but as a medical one, as a stable mood-state that was neither manic or depressive; a mood-state common with patients with bipolar disorder. He'd seen it before in some of his teenage patients, and he found it odd that her name would be, well, that. Did her name hold deeper meaning? Did it hint that she was an incredibly stable woman who could hold her own? He hoped so, she looked quite respectable and Ikinya was definitely taking a shine to her.
Watching her tilt her head as she spoke, one of her ears twitching, he had felt a little bit of curiosity. Did she... Could she hear his long lost accent? A tongue that was all but lost to him these days. Would she be able to bring it out of him? His trail of thought was broken when she replied to his apology, and initially relaxing, he physically jumped on the spot when she so clearly stated what he was. Touching his forehead to make sure his horn wasn't on display - this had happened many times when he first learned to change - he figured this woman, this rare creature, just had simply known. Sitting in silence while Mia turned to Ikinya, he watched as the fox-woman indicated it was okay for the girl to sit on her lap. Eyes going wide, the little girl simply beamed and eagerly climbed to her feet to skip straight over and climb into her lap. Watching this scene in silence, Dareios took note of the interaction between the woman and the girl. Mia knew the girl was a curious one, and adapted her mannerisms to suit. Ikinya would benefit from a woman that knew how to handle a curious nature, especially one that allowed her to touch to learn and form trust. If he walked away from this woman now, Ikinya would never benefit from it.
Re-crossing his legs as Mia spoke again, the woman revealed what she was. A spirit of Autumn. Eyes going wide, he knew all about the spirits of the seasons, the ones that helped the trees change colour, shed leaves, encourage flowers to bloom and help fruit ripen. He didn't dare ask how she ended up in this place, and he could see no doubt, no concern about when he said he understood. But what she was had come as a shock to him, as well as making him feel a little bit stupid. How could he have not seen this before? Her hair the colour of falling leaves, the warm glow of an autumn sunset. The way she held herself and the ancient air of grace she carried herself with. Feeling less uncomfortable than before, Dareios simply just listened as Mia explained a few things about herself, a worry she expressed and a rather obvious trait of Ikinya - as well as expressing she knew what Ikinya was - and finally noting what he already knew about children after years of counselling them. A smile came to his face, a sincere one, as she easily glossed over the large issue in the room. She understood. That was all he needed. A woman that understood what he needed without trying to see something that wasn't there. He didn't need a wife (not like he'd even tried to find one since his freedom), and he certainly didn't need a lady to warm his bed. He just needed a being that could keep Ikinya safe and teach her while he worked. And someone with the nature of a fox would be cunning enough while gentle enough to guide the energetic panther cub.
"Yes." He almost breathed out in relief and awe, the smile extending right up to his eyes. "I just want someone who can keep her safe and teach her when I can't. I may work from home, but I can't always watch her. If I can't guide her through growing up like she guides me, then what kind of father am I?" Shrugging, there was genuine concern in his eyes, an almost sad look of past guilt for already having to leave her to fend for herself. Brushing down his jeans, he sighed softly. "I know this seems... Odd, to come to a place like this to find what many would consider to be simply a nanny... But I don't need a nanny. I don't need someone to simply just feed Ikinya, watch her and show her right from wrong. I need someone who can be strong when needbe, who can protect the girl if I can't... And someone that would maybe take her away if anything should... If anything should happen to me." Saying all this while Ikinya was preoccupied with braiding a strand of Mia's hair, he felt like he could cry at the thought. "If I were to be captured, I know they'd never want a child tagging along. I need someone that would be able to flee and protect Ikinya if the worst should ever happen." He hated to even think this way, but he just couldn't help it. He was a reformed slave who still held a lost of distrust towards the world and the humans that inhabited it. Sure he was less likely to be captured by a virgin female than earlier in his life, but it didn't mean people wouldn't try to take him away again because of his magical properties. The sombre air was broken when a cheerful squeal sounded from the African girl. "Look! I did it! A pretty braid for a pretty lady!" Grinning at her father and up at Mia, Dareios couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. She was just so perfect to him. But would Mia agree to come along after hearing all his heartfelt words?
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Color Me Fubar ooc;; omgomgomgomg feeeeeeeels
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