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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2005 12:49 am
In the wrong hands. You know, I meant what I said.
...Did you?
Yes. When the time comes, you will die by my hands.
Then I hope that time never comes.
... No... Let's hope it doesn't.Shadow's red eyes slowly blinked open, a sudden rush of cold tingling throughout his body. He was dreaming...? No, he was remembering. Carefully, he pushed himself up off of the cold ground, lazily using the rocky walls to help him stand. What did he remember that? Much less, why did it even matter right now? Yawning loudly, the demon stretched his arms and back, trying to rid himself of the sleepy feeling. He'd been sleeping for far too long, he'd decided, trying to remember when it was he'd laid down. Was it last week? Hmph... At least the times were starting to grow shorter. Until his body completely matured itself, he wouldn't be able to help the odd sleep pattern. Shadow looked himself over for a moment, peering over the small rim of his sunglasses. His clothes were getting a little snug, he realized, but that could be fixed later. He needed to age the body another 5 years, at least... but for now, this was close enough. Now he just needed to work on fully controlling his powers. Cracking his knuckles, Shadow reached over to the nearby boulder, and picked up his black gloves, slipping them onto either hand as he tried to figure out how to go about his training. Over the course of the last few months, he'd been able to master most of the tricks he knew. What was left...? "What happened?" she asked quietly, once the demon before her had calmed down a little bit. "I've never seen you lose control like you did back there."
"What business is it of yours what I do?" Shadow snapped, plopping down onto his makeshift seat made from cave's floor. He didn't know what happened... It had just happened.
The cat demon thought about the words she was going to use as she cautiously stepped closer to her commander, brushing a little dirt off of her black pants with her tail.
"Sounds to me like you could use some help," she said, implying that maybe there was something she could do.
He eyed her for a moment, leaning back in his stone throne as his fingers drummed softly on the arm of the chair. As soon as she was close enough, Shadow reached his hand out and gently slipped two fingers inside the rim of her pants, tugging her forward and forcing her to sit across his lap.
"I'll listen, kid," he said a bit reluctantly as he brushed his gloved hands upwards along her bare side, "but I'll be amazed if you know more than I do."Shadow's cold stare rested upon the dark floor of his realm as he recalled the unpleasant memory, his fist tightening in his hand. She did know more than he did at the time... In fact, when it came to magic ability, she'd surpassed him, and quite possibly could have matched Vrael when it came to power. Little... wretch... he thought to himself, clenching his teeth. The only saving grace the woman had was that she was at her full potential back then. She had no more room to grow like he had. And now? He was still at the beginning for the most part. F***ing b***h...He hated being "reborn", especially when it couldn't be done with his powers still in tact. All the training he'd done... Gone in an instant. This was his third manifestation, wasn't it? Third time was always a charm. He wouldn't mess up this time. Not even if they used that damned relic on him again. Not even if... "M'lord, don't you have any fears?" she asked curiously, her ears perking up a little bit. "Any weaknesses?"
Shadow raised a brow, not even bothering to turn around to look at her. "That's an odd question to ask," he remarked, his fingers drumming against his arms as he contemplated the new orders from Vrael.
The demon's arms gently slipped around him, placing her own hands over his own as she pressed her small body against his back, her tail wrapping loosely around his waist.
"You just don't seem to have any fear," she commented, resting her head lightly against him. "It kinda makes me a little jealous.
The demon lord didn't visibly react to the actions, but his red eyes shifted to glance toward her hands.
"I have one," he admitted, "but the key is to never show anyone your weakness, or let it rule over you."Shadow's hand slammed hard against the rocky wall, causing it to crack. ...Not even if she begged. Her life would be his, just as he promised. Taking his fist from the wall, a few loose rocks crumbled and fell to the floor, along with it a small green stone. Had the cave carried any light at all, Shadow wouldn't have noticed it, but the small stone was glowing a pale green. "Hello..." he cooed softly, crouching down where he was and taking up the stone between his fingers. "What do we have here?" With his free hand, he carefully pulled off his sunglasses to get a better look at the new finding. This certainly wasn't there before... He'd also never seen anything quite like it. The color was a brilliant green, resembling that of perhaps a jade, and it disgusted him. Had the faint emotional aura not intrigued him, he would have simply thrown the gem away. "Stop being a f***ing pansy," he hissed, feeling the fear the stone had. "I'm not going to crush you." There was then relief, but the fear was still there. What was this thing, anyway? A smirk crept up on Shadow's lips as he realized there was something living inside of it. "You've got a bit of magic in ya, huh?" Oh, this was priceless. "I think I've got just the cat to take care of you."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2005 10:58 pm
'Special' Delivery. Demare was quiet as his bi-colored eyes continued to watch the baby across the room gurgle and coo at him, little arms hanging over the edge of his old crib. The halfling was a bit irked at his guardian for taking away his dagger for the night, simply because they'd requested him to watch over the stupid baby for a few hours until they got back. Why couldn't Sora or Juubei watch him? Sure, Sora had her hands full with all of the new additions to the house as of late, and Juubei rarely kept watch of things OUTSIDE of the shadows. Still, that didn't matter to him. His right eye narrowed a little further as Manior squealed and giggled for what seemed to be no reason. The brat was annoying to him. He was NEVER like this as a baby... Always getting into things, stealing other people's things and blaming it on someone else. He was getting into even more trouble now since he did before the punk had been born! Not that he minded, of course, since Demare enjoyed chaos more than just about anything else. The boy sighed and finally looked away from the cat child, eyeing the box he had been working on since that day we left from Karan's. It still wasn't finished... The base form for the caravan. He'd managed to get some work on it done, however, and now only the hardest part was left. He was able to curve the flaps of the lid enough to make a roof, and heavily taped them together to that it would stay curved. On one side, he cut out a door for Karan to crawl through, so that the baby would be able to tuck himself into bed instead of relying on his guardian to do so. Now, the final touch before taking it back to his friend was the wheels, and he couldn't figure out how to go about that. It would be lame if they were just drawn on... There had to be SOMETHING he could attach. The child's thoughts were interrupted as something soft smacked him right in the back of the head. Demare twitched and snarled at the baby as he turned to glare, the cat demon giggling and applauding at the funny reaction. He'd had just about enough of that... that... HAPPY look on his face. It was time to give the kid a scare for once. "Look, you little brat," he hissed, standing up quickly and stomping right up to the crib, grasping the railing tightly with both hands. Manior plopped down onto his bottom, his tail flicking happily now that his brother had finally come closer. "I'm not watching you because I WANT to! I could leave here and let you rot for all I care! Cry your stupid little ba--" Demare stopped screaming as he realized something. Manior's eyes had grown large and round, curiously looking toward the railing as his ears perked up a bit. The kid wasn't even listening to him! ...What was he looking at, though? His black eye followed the other's gaze toward his hand, finally taking notice to the cold sensation his right arm was feeling. His eyes widened a little bit. His hand was... on fire. Releasing the railing, he lifted the flame closer to himself, inspecting the odd occurrence. A black fire... It didn't hurt. In fact, it felt rather cold, as if he were holding onto ice. Demare quickly returned to normal, moving his hand a little bit as he idly wondered how he caused this to even happen. As he moved his fingers, the flame spread to move along with them, like metal moving toward a magnet. Maybe it could... Demare balled his hand into a tight fist, and the flame disappeared. Manior frowned slightly, his ears dropping back a little bit. Where did it go? The pretty black thing on his hand? Mommy person and Daddy person never made things like that, and it was cool! It reminded him of his hot plushie, too. Puckering out his bottom lip, the baby began to search the room, clumsily getting back up to his feet as his short tail curled back and forth, hoping to find the flame again. It didn't take him long to plop back down onto his bottom, thumping his tail against the crib's mattress while looking back up at his brother worriedly. He couldn't find it... Demare simply raised a brow, and thought nothing more of the look the young child was giving him. Instead, his attention had gone back to his balled fist, his right eye narrowing a little further than usual. Very slowly, the halfing began to uncurl his fingers... Resting within the palm of his hand was a small ball of black fire, feeling like ice as he willed the creation to float up a little bit. The shadowy flame flickered and danced along his fingertips as he began to play with the new power, making it grow and shrink by curling and uncurling his fist. Interesting... He had no idea he could make shadows do this. Manior watched with large blue eyes, completely amazed as his brother played with the dark object. It was hot, wasn't it? Just like the orange kind of flaming things? Or was this different because it was black? His ears swiveled and flicked a little bit, becoming more and more curious of Demare's new toy, and reached his tiny hands upward in hopes the other child would let him play, too. After all, it was only right to share. The fire began to spit and hiss for a moment, little black sparks popping and flying away from the ball as a new presence seemed to fill the room, the flame fading away. Instinctively, Demare reached his right hand toward the bandages around his waist, but immediately cursed himself as he was reminded that his dagger wasn't there. Dipping his left arm into the crib, he prepared to scoop up the baby into his arms, a bit surprised at how calm he was. The presence felt... evil. Extremely evil... Manior blinked a few times, looking up at his brother with confusion as he failed to understand exactly what was going on. Why did he look troubled? His ears perked up a little bit, his eyes shifting to the right before he turned his head to look, tiny fingers wrapping themselves around Demare's black tattered scarf. This feeling was a little familiar, the cat baby realized. Mommy person felt really scared the last time he felt this presence, and was so angry. Was he supposed to be scared, too? "Myaa?" he finally questioned, completely breaking the silence that lingered in the room. "Hoo dehr?" Demare was still for a long moment as he caught a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of his left eye. It figured that the cat demon would pick up the slight shift in the air before he would, much less the sound of material rubbing against itself. Placing his left hand carefully behind Manior's back, he turned to look at the mysterious man, wondering how he'd managed to get into the room without Juubei or himself catching on early enough. The man was dressed in black from head to toe, his tan flesh the only color one could see, and even that was scarce. He stood tall compared to most that Demare knew, the powerful aura only adding to the intimidation as fear began to strike even Demian's heart. His arms were folded across his chest, a slightly green tint shimmering through his right-gloved fist, a smirk worn on his lips. The red eyes hidden behind dark shades were watching the halfling, having seen the shadow fire the boy had created. "Well..." his voice finally came, the man lowering his head to peer at the children from behind his glasses, "this makes things much more interesting." Demare quickly found that he couldn't move. What was this...? Who the hell was this creep?! You picked the perfect time to take a nap, Demian quietly cursed his angelic half, suddenly wishing that Clare had been in control instead of himself. If only I had my dagger...Manior, on the other hand, was anything but scared. He squealed and giggled happily, releasing Demare's scarf and leaning over to start crawling on all fours toward the dark man. Maybe he was a new playmate! Even if he wasn't, he wanted to know what the shiny thing in his hand was. Was it a toy? Was it a toy for HIM?? "Myaa!" the cat demon called, standing up carefully and using the railing of his crib for support. THAT FOOL! Demian screamed to himself. He's going to get us both into trouble!The man turned his eyes downward, sneering at the baby. This was the child, wasn't it? Neko's precious son... Hideous. He looked just like that angel b*****d, yet with Neko's unique physical traits. How could she have possibly chosen that freak over him...? A part of him began to regret not killing the baby when he was still inside of the cat demon. "This is what they created, hm?" he said with disgust, dropping one arm as the other slowly began to reach for the boy's head. "How... pathetic." "D-DON'T!" Demare cried, still unable to move. However, now it was no longer from fright... Something was preventing his mobility. He paused for a moment, then continued to move his hand, gently placing it against the baby's bald hand and scratching the boy's furry ears with leather-covered fingers. "Don't worry, kid," he muttered, narrowing his eyes a little bit as he listened to the child's soft purr. "I'm not going to hurt him." Yet...Demare couldn't accept that. He didn't know the man... so he couldn't be trusted. As much as he pretended not to care about the baby brat, a part of him did care, and that touch was enough to drive Demian's anger over the edge. The two red eyes above his right opened wide as the halfling growled, his wings stiffening as he forced himself to reach out and snatch the man's wrist with his right hand, squeezing hard while he gathered Manior quickly with his left. "I said DON'T!" he screamed, glaring up at him as he threw up the hand, stepping backward quickly in case the mysterious man decided to try to lash out. "She'll be pissed if anything happens to him!" He snarled, rubbing at his wrist as he watched the children retreat. That kid... He looked so young, but he was quite strong... Strong enough to hurt him. "You..." he growled, but stopped himself and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, the man tried again, keeping as calm as possible. "She isn't your mother... Why do you care what happens to her son?" Demare twitched a little bit, the remark hitting a bit of a sensitive nerve. Why did he care? "I... I don't..." he stammered quietly, looking down for a moment before turning his white eye toward the confused baby. "It's just... no one's allowed to pick on him except for me. And I don't wanna get blamed for something I didn't do." A dark brow was lifted, and he shook his head a little bit. This one was interesting, indeed. Emotionally unstable, a predator, yet he protects his prey. ...Perhaps he'll end up being useful to him in the future. "You've got guts, ki--" "Stop calling me that," the child hissed, his eyes narrowing into glaring slits. "My name is Demare." "Demare, huh...?" An odd name for an odd child. How fitting. "You're brave, I'll give you that much. However, do some research before ******** with the wrong people. Just be glad I'm not here for a fight today." The mysterious man cracked his knuckles in annoyance, doing his best to hold back from simply throwing the two children into a wall. The child didn't quite understand. Here for a fight...? He didn't even know him! What was the point in fighting a stranger? "Why did you come here?" Demare finally demanded, his wings twitching a little bit as Manior grew distracted and started reaching for the broken black one. "What do you want with us?" The man began to laugh, lifting a hand to his forehead as he just seemed to roar. This was too much fun! He'd be able to play games all day with this one. "Us?" he echoed, sighing lightly as he calmed down. Removing his dark sunglasses, he rubbed gloved fingers over his eyes. "I had no interest in you until just now. The brat in your arms, however... He was the original reason I came." Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled slowly, opening his eyes to reveal the fearful red that had been hidden. His glance was intense and unmoving; the feeling in the room had changed from evil to pure bloodlust. It was as if he were ready to strike the next thing that moved, wanting his mark to be left within the room. It was as if he wanted to be found out. Demare froze, once again unable to move as he stared right into the man's eyes, his bi-colored wide and blank, for once showing nothing but fear. Even the two red eyes above his right were open, both souls pierced by the simple glance, idly wondering if death would be upon them once more. Manior, unable to take much more of the bad feeling, wiggled and squirmed out of Demare's arms and landing himself on the nearby bed. While he was curious about everything that was happening, none of it made sense to him, and he was getting bored. ...And sleepy. Crawling close enough to the pillow, the demon baby settled himself down and curled up right on top of the soft "mattress", closing his blue eyes as he drifted off to sleep. The halfling slowly reached a now free hand up toward his chest, wrapping his fingers tightly around the treasured pendant around his neck, seeking some form of comfort. Swallowing hard, he gathered as much courage as he could to speak again. "W-why...?" was all he could get out, hoping the aura flooding the room was just nothing. The man smirked, lifting up his balled fist and uncurling his fingers slowly. Resting in the palm of his hand was a small stone, perhaps no bigger than a regular marble, completely round and glowing green. A new feeling began to fill the room, though now it was confusion. "I just wanted to give him something," he said coolly, shifting his hand a little bit so that the stone would roll downward, and caught it between his thumb and index finger. "However, I'll give it to you, instead. You have more in common with it than the brat does." Demare quickly got over the fright, twitching as he grew irritated instead. Opening his mouth to make a remark, he was caught off-guard as the man tossed the stone at him, the marble-sized rock landing right into a fold in his scarf. Blinking a few times, he reached up and dug out the gem, letting it roll into his palm as he stared down at it. A feeling of fear immediately began to wash over him, but just as quick as it came, the feeling was replaced by happiness. UGH!! What the hell was this thing?! "It feels funny!" he huffed, glaring at the dark man, noticing the he was turning to leave. "I don't wa--HEY!! Don't leave yet! What am I supposed to do with this thing?!" "Whatever you want with it," he replied, smiling to himself as he returned his sunglasses to their proper place, heavy boots carrying him back toward the window. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Demare screamed, not satisfied with the answer, but wanting to know at least a name. The man stopped for a moment, his hands at his sides, as he seemed to think about the question. The kid... hadn't quite earned the right to know who he really was. However, he did warrant at least that tiny bit of information. "...You'll find out soon enough," he told the boy, turning his head to look over his shoulder for a moment. "However, it's up to her to tell you who I really am." Looking back forward, he stuffed his hands into his pants pockets and began to walk again, not stopping as he reached the wall and simply walked right through it, the evil presence in the room leaving along with him. Demare fell down to his knees, dropping his hands as he tried to explain to himself what had just happened. Tears began to fall freely from his eyes as the stone rolled away from him a little bit, lifted itself into the air, and floated around the child's head.
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Posted: Fri Jul 15, 2005 11:50 pm
[Reserved. WTF FINALLY LAST PART.
You have no idea how much I love you right now, Reyna. heart ]
bwahahaha... *is loved*.. >3
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:45 am
[This message will be posted both in journals and in the threads. This message will be replaced by something else once I'm back.] Hiatus Notice I've been putting this off for a very long time. Why? Because in all reality, I really don't want to do this. I was dead set against doing this for so long, but it's come to the point in which I no longer have a choice. There are a lot of things that have been stressing me out in real life that there is no longer an escape for me here, because Gaia itself are started to become another stress for me. When I log on anymore, I feel a little... Well, I'm not sure how to explain it. I've sat down to write, but no words would come out. I've stared at the work I layed out for myself, and I can't bring myself to work on it. Lately, writing has been feeling like more of a chore than a hobby, and I've lost a lot of the enjoyment I had for roleplay. When it starts to get like this... Starts to get to the point in which I no longer want to do any of these things... I don't need anyone to tell me that there's something wrong. This does not mean I'm leaving Gaia. In fact, I intend on returning as soon as I can, because there are a lot of people I'm going to miss terribly while I'm gone. There are also communities that I'm a part of that I would hate to leave forever, so don't think you're getting rid of me that easily, ne? I just need a break for a while until things calm down in my real life, and I can get things back in order. I am not abandoning any of my breedables/pets. In fact, while I'm gone, I'm going to be working on all of those backlogs I've piled up in just about all of my journals, and possibly work on some new things provided time allows me to. I don't want to lose any of my dear family members, so please... Be patient with me. There is one thing I want to make perfectly clear. I am taking a hiatus from Gaia, not the internet. Meaning yes, if you have any of my screen names, you will be seeing me online. I will not be signing on to any of my usernames on Gaia unless it's to post a backlog, or to check my PMs. That's it. If something changes during my hiatus, I may post about it, but otherwise I won't be lurking or anything. (Hell, if you catch me somewhere, feel free to beat me with a stick.) Don't be afraid to message me or IM while I'm gone. I'd actually like for you to, especially if it's regarding something important. I'm going to be gone for at least three months, so I'd appreciate being informed if there's any conflicts with me being away. Shop owners: If there is a problem about me being gone for so long, or you become concerned with my interest in your breedable/pet, don't hesitate to message me. As I said, I fully intend to return as soon as I'm able to, and I really don't want to lose anyone I'm in charge of. I am interested in your shop... If I wasn't, why would I go through the trouble of letting you know what's going on? As I said before, I will be working on backlogs during the time I'm away, and I might work on some new things if I'm able to. Please... PLEASE don't take my family away from me. They mean everything to me, which is part of the reason I'm going on hiatus so they don't get taken away for my unintentional inactivity. Again, if you have any concerns about my interest while I'm gone, don't hesitate to contact me. I'm really sorry if my hiatus upsets anybody. I'm even more sorry for being gone for so long before this without any word, and I appologize in advance to my even longer absense. Like I said earlier, I really didn't want to do this... However, with my current situation, I have no choice. I just need to step away for a bit, take things slowly, and do what I can to not add any more stress to my life. I will come back... If anyone needs to contact me for whatever reason, I have several methods of contact outside of Gaia: AOL Instant Messenger: Sumuri2003 Yahoo! Instant Messenger: salrtincat MSN Messenger: LKT_2003@hotmail.com E-mail: LKT_2003@hotmail.com OR salrtincat@yahoo.com OR kyione@gmail.com OR salrtincat@comcast.net While I'm gone, my avatar will be hiding in a turtle shell, my hiatus image will be in my siggy, and this message will be in my journal. You'll know when I'm back once one or all of those things change. Thank you for listening. I really appreciate your time, and I hope you all understand. I'll miss you all while I'm gone... If anyone has any questions/concerns for me before I go, please message me in some way. Starting Saturday, I won't be logging on for a long while. (It would start sooner, but there's a few things I need to settle before I go.)
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:03 pm
[Note to self: When finished with Demare backplot with plushies, make sure to cross post and move things down where needed.]
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:06 pm
Cross posted from Legend journal. The full log of events can be viewed here. Three Souls, Two Bodies Paestri was ecstatic to be allowed to go to the park by herself. Well, not really all by herself, her brother would be there along with her niece. In all honesty she was still being chaperoned, only this time around she was free to wander off.
Besides, Paestri was never really alone. Not when she had Malady with her. She flashed the Intangible an excited grin.
"Ready to go exploring with me?"
Malady made a motion that looked very similar to someone who shrugged in boredom.
Whatever you want. It sighed, draping itself on Paestri's shoulders.Demare seemed to be in a bit of a trance as he read his book while walking, finding the house to be a little too noisy today. Chrys had been feeling down lately, and Clare thought being outside might do it some good. It felt happier, that was for sure, curiosity washing over the halfling's body. The angel, however, was not being very helpful as his attention was more on the book than what the little Fiend was inquiring about.
The book he held was thick, large, and appeared to be very old. The pages were worn and antique, looking as if they would crumble and turn to dust at the slightest wrong touch, but somehow all of the writing had managed to stay intact. The book was enchanted; a spell cast upon it so that it wouldn't die from merely old age, but actual damage (like a fire, or pages being physically torn out) instead. This gave the child some relief, as he was afraid to leave the house with it in case the sun might do it harm.
The feeling of curiosity faded away as it was replaced with alertness, the little stone trying to warn Demare of something.
"Chrys, not right now," he sighed, frowning a little bit as he turned his bi-colored eyes away from the book for just a moment. "I'll explain things to you later. Right now, I want to finish rea--"
The boy plowed right into a pink haired girl that was in front of him, having not seen her at all. Chrys simply felt smug and amused, kind of an "I told you so" feeling he felt was perfect for the situation.Paestri fell backwards onto the grassy ground as a young boy walks right into her. Had he been moving any faster Paestri would have probably ended up flat on her back. Instead she seemed like she just decided to sit down at that specific moment with a soft "Oomf."
She blinked up in surprise, which was pretty much all that was evident in her icing pink eyes. Oh! Someone who was roughly her age, maybe a little older! Wonderful!
She brightened and eagerly stood up. "Hello, nice day isn't it? I'm Paestri, what's your name?" she asked without batting an eye.
Malady, however, was not as amicable as the pink Legend. It didn't quite fall, not the way Paestri did, but it was dislodged from its perch on Paestri's shoulders. The Intangible screeched in anger, eyes flaring menacingly at the boy with the book. It scowled in disapproval as Paestri greeted the offending person.
"Freak!" it snarled loudly at the male child before coiling around Paestri's waist like a belt.Demare seemed to wave something off in the air, the two unable to see the mischief wisp hovering near his ear. Closing his book, he was about to reach a hand down to offer to help the girl stand, but was a bit surprised as she stood up on her own so quickly. He blinked a couple of times, still trying to catch up in his mind, a bit embarressed about even running into her.
"Ah, y-yes... nice day," he echoed softly, before smiling. "My name is Demare. It's a pleasure to meet you, Paestri."
His wings fidgetted a little bit behind his back as he picked up a faint voice, noticing the wisp-like form hovering over the girl's waist. He couldn't see a face, muchless make out it's complete form, but the only thing he needed to know was that he could hear it.
"I'm not a freak," he responded to it, hoping the girl would understand. "I'm a perfectly norma--"
Well, that would have been a lie.
"...Okay, maybe not normal. But I'm not a freak. Besides, something not a part of this plane shouldn't be calling others such things.""Wow, your wings are really pretty Demare. They're a lot different than Linny's Feien's, although his wings are pretty too." Paestri giggled. Her face seemed to light up when Demare responded to Malady's insult. "Oh WOW! You can see and hear Malady? You're the first person who can see it and who doesn't think I'm making it up. What does it look like to you?" she asked curiously.
She wanted to know whether Malady really did look like the dark gray wispy mass that she saw it to be. Who knows after all, it may look like something else entirely. Paestri gave no signs of scolding Malady for saying mean things it seemed.
"Fine, you ain't a freak." Malady sneered, "But since you ain't normal neither, you're weird!" it cackled, sticking its tongue out of its mouth (the only discernable feature the Intangible had aside from its eyes).Had Chrys any hands, it would have been shaking them at Malady. A feeling of annoyance had washed over Demare, but Clare simply ignored it. Or rather, he tried to... It was hard to say whether or not that was his own feeling or not.
"Ah! Um... t-thank you," the halfing got out, blushing slightly at the comment. "Oh, someone in your family has a feien as well? My guardian has six of them. She's trying to pass one of them off to me, but... I'm not particularly sure I want to take care of that one..."
He felt it wasn't necessary to go into the details of how Roswell acted. It was one thing to annoy Demian... It was another to annoy him. His bi-colored eyes widened slightly as Paestri grew excited over the fact that he could see the wispy thing floating around the child.
"Well, it kinda just looks like heavy smoke," he explained, glancing at Malady again. "Very... very heavy smoke. I see no face, however, if it's supposed to have one. And yes, you're right, Malady. I am weird, and I am okay with that if you are.""Why don't you want that Feien? Is he or she like Avi? Avi is really mean and doesn't like hugs and stuff." Paestri laughs as if that was the most wonderful thing in the world. "Yup yup, that's what Mal looks like. Why don't you like being called a freak? Mal calls everyone at home a freak and they don't seem bothered. Or maybe it's because no one at home sees Mal?" she pauses and looks thoughtful for a moment.
"What were you reading?" she asks, noticing for the first time the book Demare had.
"Sure, whatever." Malady rolled its eyes, unimpressed with Demare all the more that he agreed with it. "I don't matter after all, nothing does!" it moans dramatically before curling around Paestri's shoulder in mimicry of a stole.Demare quirked a brow at her, a little confused by the question.
"Well, if you were called a freak by some stranger, wouldn't you be at least a little bit upset?" he questioned, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "When you've feared being called such since you were born, it's a different story. I used to worry about others accepting me because of my... look."
He shook his head a little bit, sighing lightly as he hugged the book he held to his chest. "The feien Neko wants to give me is quite... hyper. He's a bit annoying, which obviously says something because I don't annoy easily."
Curiosity washed over him as Chrys took interest in the book as well. The little wisp floated close to the cover and bumped itself right into it, as if it thought it could enter the book like a ghost could go through walls. The halfling couldn't help but chuckle a little bit.
"Ah... well... this book..." Demare began quietly, wondering if he should actually tell her about it or not, "It's... Hm. It's kinda about the dead.""Really? So being called a freak is bad?" Paestri blinks, trying to understand why exactly. Regardless of her comprehension she turns to the Intangible, "From now on Mal, no more calling other people "Freak" okie?" she instructs sweetly.
"Oh sure, deny me one of the few pleasures I actually am capable of experiencing..." Malady sobbed, tendrils shooting up into the air in lieu of hands. It continued to ramble and blubber about topics that were rather depressing to anyone other than Paestri.
"You don't annoy easily? That's good, I think." Paestri giggles, "Avitus gets annoyed a lot, especially when I'm around." she continues, still grinning from ear to ear. She cants her head to the side, curiously staring at the book as Demare begins to explain what it was about.
"The dead, huh? Is it about what they did that made them dead or what happens to them now that they're dead?" her eyes sparkle in delight and wonder. Such interesting topics other people read, why was it that Huni didn't have those sorts of books at home?Demare decided that this girl was rather strange. Maybe she was just... young in the mind still. After all, it took him a while to figure things out at first, as well.
"Well... some people don't mind it," he said with a sigh, trying to explain it better. "Some people don't care. However, to others, they find it offensive, and sometimes it can hurt people's feelings. Like, for instance, calling someone stupid or retarded. Some people don't care about that, because it's considered to be kind of like a joke. It's not meant seriously. But others may find it offensive because... oh, nevermind. I'm explaining this too much."
Demian was right. Clare did read into things too much sometimes.
"Er..." His attentioned turned back to the book. "Actually, it's about... controling them. I'm hoping to find information about reanimating one, however.""No, no, I think you're being faschi- fasi- erm, very interesting." Paestri laughed while smoothing out her skirt. She remembered what it was like being offended and hurt, although nowadays she just didn't seem to find herself feeling them anymore.
She knew why, but she didn't think there was a reason to worry about it. Pushing it out of her thoughts, she focused her attentions once again on Demare.
"You want to reanimate the dead? Was it a pet of yours that died? Or was it a family member? Or will anything dead do?" She blinked, tapping her finger against her cheek thoughtfully. "By the way, what does reanimate mean?"
Malady snorts and turns to stare at Demare. "What's so special about the dead anyway? All they ever do is haunt you and bother you and never let you rest..." it mutters."Er, well..." Demare didn't know how to explain without telling the girl the whole story. She didn't seem bothered by much, however, so maybe it wouldn't be too bad to explain. "I want to make a new body... Not for me, but for... well, my other half."
His wings fidgetted a little bit as Chrys hid himself under the leathery wing, nudging the Legend's back. It seemed he was getting bored.
"I have two souls, you see... There's me, Clare... I'm the angelic side of the body. And then there's Demian, the demon side. I'm not particularly fond of how Demian's been lately, so I want to see if I can seperate us for good so I don't have to deal with him anymore."
Demare had to think about how to explain the word for a moment. "Reanimate means... Well, it's kind of like giving life to something. Not quite a revival, but... similar to it."It would seem that there wasn't anything that Demare could say that would put-off Paestri. She listened and nodded to his response (of both his reasons and what the word reanimate meant), taking everything in with a certain air of innocence and keen interest. Her mouth curves into a pout in slight confusion towards the end Demare's explanation.
"But I thought your name was Demare? Is Clare your second name? Or the other way around?" she asked, not even bothering to think she might offend the winged boy. "But you want to separate the Demian part of you? That's a funny coincidence because I separated Malady from me." she giggled proudly.
"And don't think I had a say in the matter, of course I didn't... I just found myself here. Outside." it shuddered in dread."Well... see, I suppose I have two names," the boy explained, realizing that it must have been confusing. "Most people know me as Demare, as that is the name we were given. Demian and I tend to use that name when introducing ourselves, but... I'm trying to get people to call me Clare from now on, in an attempt to protect others from my other side. Demian's... not very nice, you see."
He was still upset over what the demon had done to Mayu. He'd probably never forgive him for that.
"You two were seperated?" he asked curiously, looking between Malady and Paestri for a moment. "What happened to cause that?""How do I know when I'm talking to "Clare" or "Demian"? Do you change forms when it's Demare in charge?" She continued her questions, leaning in close to the young man to stare at his face intently. Her hands rests upon her thighs, as if in order to maintain balance in her current position.
"And yup," she withdraws, satisfied in her current observation. "I separated it from myself. How it happened is simple: I just didn't want it in me any longer." she chirped with a giggle.
At this Malady lets out a deep, throaty wail of despair.Demare blushed slightly as the girl stood so close to his face, blinking a few times as he wondered why she seemed to interested.
"No, I don't really change..." he told her, leaning back a little bit until she stood back upright. "However, when Demian is in the body, he can't hear people calling my name for some reason, just as it's hard for me to hear his name when in the body. We haven't figured out why that is quite yet... It could be just because we're so used to everyone calling us Demare."
He couldn't help but laugh a little bit at that last statement, a state of wonder crossing into his feelings as Chrys floated closer to Malady, wondering why it was so upset.
"I wish seperating my other half would be that simple," Demare said, smiling a little bit. Curiously, why didn't you want it with you anymore?""Hmmm, well I don't know if I can say Malady's another half of me. I don't really know what it is except it's my Intangibles." Paestri shrugs unconcerned whether or not she offended Malady. "And why I sent it out of me is because if I didn't they'd keep bothering me." she explains, as if Demare knew who 'they' were.
If you knew you were utterly unwanted you'd feel upset too, but Malady wasn't wailing because it felt bad for being unwanted. It was wailing because it seemed appropriate to do so given how Paestri was declaring she no longer wanted to have it inside her. In all honesty Malady was blindly loyal to Paestri and though it did feel hurt now and again it wouldn't ever think badly of the Legend.Demare quirked a brow, cantering his head a little bit. "They?" he questioned, his wings drawing in close to his back."Uh huh. They. The mean, not very nice shadow peoples who keep saying I did something bad to them when I didn't really. They stopped coming to see me when I made Malady go away." It didn't strike Paestri as odd nor did it bother her to reveal things about herself that others might find weird or negative.
"Yeah, they're really ******** up too. Not like they weren't warned before hand but they don't seem to accept it's really all their fault."The halfling still didn't quite understand. The shadow people? Was there something else living within the girl's mind, or was she speaking of the darkness itself? If that was the case, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to let her meet Demian period, as that would probably make the impression a lot worse.
"I'm afraid I don't really understand what you mean," he apologized, shifting the book in his arms a little bit. "What shadow people? Why do they think you did them wrong?""Well these shadow people came from my locket." Paestri absently touched the piece of jewelry hanging from her neck. "I remember bits about meeting them before they became shadow people, and telling them stuff but what exactly I don't know. But Mal is right, they were warned about whatever it is they did afterwards." She pursed her lips in thought. "But they're gone now so it's all better." she smiled, not because she was trying to change the subject. She just felt it was a good thing that they were gone.Perhaps that was what one meant when they said that the past was haunting them. Though, in this case it was hard to say whether or not it was Paestri's past, since he knew very little of the girl.
"Well, I'm glad they aren't bothering you anymore," he said with a smile, "and I hope they don't come back to upset you."
He glanced at the book-like pendant around her neck for a moment, curious as to whether or not it could open like a regular book. "That's a pretty pendant, by the way. I've never seen one shaped like a book before.""I don't think they can upset me now, nothing has so far." Paestri beamed proudly of this fact. "And thank you, although can you understand what the symbols carved on it mean? I've been trying to find someone who does but I haven't had much luck."Demare looked a little more closely at the pendant, but still made sure to keep space inbetween himself and Paestri. He'd never seen the symbols engraved on the locket before, but he thought it was interesting that two of the symbols were a pair.
"I'm afraid I can't read that," he apologized, straightening himself out again. "However, I think whatever it is consists of three letters. The second and fifth markings are the same, as are the third and fourth. Perhaps it's a word or name of some sort?""You think so?" Paestri blinks, still fiddling with the locket. It wasn't a nervous tick, it was more to get a better feel of the engraved symbols. "Maybe it's a spell, or a magic word like in that story with the guy and forty thieves or something. The locket doesn't open when I want it to, it just opens all on its own." she laughed. "Do you have stuff at home that has a mind of its own?"Oh, Paestri liked old tales as well?
"Yeah, maybe like that story," he agreed with a smile, nodding a little bit. At the question, his fingers twitched slightly, his right hand almost moving to brush against his dagger. "And... yeah, I guess I do."
Instead of touching it, however, he only turned his eyes toward the blade, watching as Mordanath's wings stretched out a little bit at the attention.
"My dagger here... appears to be alive somehow."Malady extended a tendril towards Demare's dagger, naturally it couldn't touch the object and merely passed through it.
"I thought I'd give it a try..." it mumbled in response when Paestri noticed.
"Really? How nice." The pink Legend smiles, "Wanna go get some ice cream or cotton candy? A vendor comes by every now and again around this time and Linny just gave me some money to buy myself a snack or two. I'm sure I can get you one as well." she offers. "We could talk while we eat, or sit down while we eat and talk. Or should I get you two in case your other half might want one?"Demare looked around for Chrys for a moment, realizing that he hadn't seen him for a few minutes. His scarf wiggled around a little bit, and the child figured he'd probably melded into the shadows to try and pester Demian for a while. So long as it didn't bother the demon too much, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
"Sure," he finally agreed. "I can pay for myself, that's okay. And... for your sake, I hope you never meet Demian. He doesn't really like sweet things."
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:07 pm
Taped to the journal was a note recieved during dinner.The Note The note arrives mysteriously out of nowhere whever the guardian is at the moment. The paper is folded in thirds and sealed with a small cresent shaped piece of silver wax.
Apologies for the abruptness of this message and the slight intrusion, but time is a commodity at the moment that we cannot afford to waste. I'm sure you are already aware of the Shadow that follows you around near constantly, as I too have one and therefore are at least somewhat familiar with whom Athan is. I'm afraid at the moment he is gravely ill and is in need of an antidote to a poison which he was exposed to.
Unfortunately I haven't time to explain how or why, but I need to ask a favor of you. Can you please retrieve the following item for me? It's an ingrediant to the spell which will help to cure him. I've attached a brief description and image of it. It's very urgent, and I'd do it myself but.. well.. I can't leave Athan alone, now can I? Besides, it'll save us time if we work together.
After all, it isn't just Athan's life that is at stake here. If he dies, as do our Shadows which could also prove dangerous for our own health as guardians since our souls are bound to them and may very well follow them into death.
Thanks in advance, ReynaThe Red Death is actually a sort of creeper vine that is neither completely red or deadly. It derives it's name from the red splotches that are on its green leaves. This plant is also known by the name 'Bleeding Heart' because of the shape of the leaves and the red discoloration.
The strange thing about these vines is that they can actually move, and will do so if it feels threatened. It is best to be nice to these plants, otherwise they will pull themselves up out of reach to keep out of what it feels is harms way. Scientists have yet to be able to classify this plant as truly being a plant, or some sort of sentient animal.
Location: Finding this plant will be tricky as it will readily hide if it feels it's being stalked. It prefers to grow in swampy areas and near trees that it can coil around.
Spell Use: The leaves, when crushed, will help thicken and mesh all the ingrediants together. Demian What the hell is this? This... NOTE appeared right as I was about to stick my fork into that chicken Neko made today. I was a bit surprised by it. It makes no sense! Neko doesn't know what to think about it, either. She thinks I should go find this plant thing, anyway. But WHY?! I don't know this Athan person. I don't even know this Reyna girl! How does she know about Chrys, anyway? And why does knowing Chrys automatically make me know Athan? I DON'T UNDERSTAND! Chrys seems worried, though. Apparently he knows Athan somehow. But I got him from Shadow. ...Not... this guy. Maybe Athan knows Shadow? Or is that Shadow's real name? Neko doesn't seem to think so, but I wonder if that's just a cover up. Maybe this is all a trick to get me to work on something! Well... ******** THEM! I'm not doing it! I'm not going to go out and find some stupid plant for some guy I don't know! I'm not... going to... Damn it, Chrys.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 1:27 pm
The Drop Off Neko eyed the doorframe a little bit from outside, peering at the broken glass resting on the floor. There had been a fight... The stench of darkness had been left in the room, most unable to smell such a thing; having lived in the shadows for so long, however, she knew when they were out and about. Her gold eyes lifted to take in the damage of the room, a bit curious as to what had actually happened. Things didn't just destory most of a building for no reason.
"Hello?" she called out, her shoes shuffling around the glass as she stepped inside."You didn't have to come with me," Demare grumbled, cautiously making his way in after his guardian. Chrys was in his hand, a feeling of uneasiness washing over the child's body. In his free hand was a plastic sack, appearing to be full of something.
The strong scent of flowers wafted about, Neko having insisted he be practically drenched in a perfume in an attempt to get rid of the smell from the swamp."Since when did I ever have to listen to you?" she retorted, rolling her eyes a little bit. "I'm the adult here, remember? Besides... I have to find out something."The sounds of footsteps and movement in the front end of the shop alerted Reyna immediately, though she simply froze where she stood hovering near Athan and listened silently. If it were a threat, she would want to have enough time to get Athan out of the way before a fight broke out. 'I shall go and check again. It had only been Elysia before,' Mystic murmured softly against her mind and attempted to soothe her somewhat. Reguardless of how irritated he was with her over her previous accusations, she was still his guardian. He drifted away from her side and phased through the wall into the front shop, remaining for the time being entirely invisible as he blended in with the darkness of the shop. "Chrys.." Athan managed between labored breaths as he attempted to explain the presence in the front of the shop. Neko held her hand out for Demare to stop, her ears perking up as she seemed to listen for something. ...Someone had entered the room. She could feel it, though... it felt very faint.
"Show yourself," she demanded, her tail bristling slightly as she grew on edge.Chrys, feeling Mystic enter the room, zoomed right out of the child's hand and smacked right into the back wall. Dread overcame Demare's body, but at the same time a sense of curiosity. It was near! Something like itself was so near, and it was dying to see what it was! And... Athan? Was Athan here too?
"I think... I think its something like Chrys," Demare said quietly, trying to make sense of the feelings. "He's never seen anyone like himself before, but I remember Hawk giving off similar signatures to this presense."Mystic stifled a quiet chuckle as he made himself visible so that the people that accompanied Chrys might see him as well. He phased the rest of the way through the wall, cloak billowing about him as he did so which lent him an eerie, ghost-like appearence. 'I would assume you recieved the message.'...That thing was supposed to be like Chrys? That little stone was going to turn into THAT? Inwardly, she hoped not. One more resident in the house was not what Domonic needed. Her thoughts turned to the unpolished crystal in her pocket, wondering if it would end up going through the same sort of ordeal.
"Yes," she answered for Demare, cautiously taking a step forward. "He got what was requested. However, before we give it to you, I would like to speak with Reyna."Chrys was now very excited, happy to finally be able to see another fiend. Had he any hands, he would have been waving them about wildly, the little green stone floating close and tapping against Mystic's stone a little bit. It was so hard to contain the joy!
However, at the same time, he was still feeling very worried. He tried to project that worry toward the other fiend, wondering if it would understand.He simply nodded quietly and reached to cup the little wisp in one hand. Feeling its joy was a bit of relief over the emotions that had washed over him since arriving at the shop early that morning. Some of them were his, but then there were those of his guardian and Athan's which were somewhat difficult to block out when they were strong emotions. 'Athan will be well. Reyna would not let him die so easily.' After all, he was both Wren and her's favorite person to torture. So entertaining an individual would be hard to replace! The door to the back room creaked open tentatively and Reyna stepped through before quickly shutting it behind her. "Yes?" she muttered, voice somewhat strained with fatigue and barely checked anger, though little of it was directed towards the visitors within the shop.. Chrys was relieved at hearing this, hovering comfortably over Mystic's palm as he stayed by the fiend. He wasn't used to being seen by anyone other than Demare (and Neko, from time to time), the little wisps surrounding the stone growing and dancing more than usual.Neko's eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing the woman. Of course... Who else would be fit enough to run a shop like this?
"I should have expected this," she said quietly, placing her arm down her her side as she relaxed a little bit. "Who other than a demon would be able to run a place like this?""Can we just get this over with?" Demare grumbled, the bag starting to feel a little heavy in his hands. "I don't like the feeling of this."Her tail flicked a little bit as she glanced over her shoulder at the boy, a bit curious about the fact that he was growing uneasy. Maybe it was just Chrys' feelings bothering him.
"That... figure," she started to say, turning her eyes to watch Mystic for a moment. "Is Chrys going to become something like that in the future? Where did they come from?"
No... these weren't the questions she wanted to ask. She wanted to ask something else. She wanted to make sure these things had nothing to do with him."Just my luck. Another kittykitty to harrass me," Reyna snapped right back. Really, she had terrible luck with cats, particularly those in human form, "And for the record, I just work here. Thanks. Athan owns the place, and currently? I'm kinda trying to keep him alive." She folded her arms over her chest crossly and glowered over at Neko stonily. 'He is a Shadow as I am,' Mystic answered for his guardian since it was plainly obvious she wasn't about to provide them with any sort of information, 'In time he will grow. As for where we came from.. we came from many places. As I understand it, the stones which contain our souls were scattered across many different worlds.'Oh, she was NOT giving her lip.
"Now, look here..." she started, but was interrupted as Demare tugged on her sleeve. Neko sighed, knowing that getting angry wasn't going to solve anything, much less give her the answers she wanted. "Listen. You help me, and I'll help you."
Taking the bag from Demare, she held it up, a tight fist around the top. It was so hard to control her temper when it came to the demon lord. That... b*****d.
"I'll give this to you, but only if you swear to the Gods that these THINGS have nothing to do with Shadow!"
It wasn't that she hated them. In fact, she found Chrys to be quite amusing, and was partially thankful to the fiend for helping soothe Demian's tortured soul. The words had just come out, however, even she not liking how it sounded.Hearing Mystic's words, the halfling grew more interested in him than the current situation. Cautiously, he made his way over, his bi-colored eyes fixated on Chrys as curiosity washed over him.
"You're a shadow, too?" he asked, his wings fidgetting a little bit. "And... Chrys is supposed to be like you. Who's Athan? The letter sounded like I'm supposed to know him."Reyna resisted the urge to laugh. Now she wanted to strike up a deal? And with someone she knew to be a demon, no less. She had guts. She'd give the woman that much. "Considering I've no bloody idea who anyone by the name of Shadow is, I can easily confirm that. Particularly since the man responsible for their existence is a human who doesn't really seem all that fond of demons despite the fact that he occassionally will admit to associating himself with me as a business partner." She fell quiet and stared at the woman pointedly. There. She got her info. It was her turn, now. 'I am,' was Mystic's quiet reply as his violet eyes danced with mirth, 'And Chrys is exactly like me. Athan is.. Athan is the one who has released our souls from within the confines of our stones.'There was a sense of relief that washed over the hanyou as she heard the words, happy to hear that none of this was some ruse Shadow was doing to try and catch her. He must have found the stone by mistake... The ghost in the corner DID say the stones were from different worlds.
"Good," she simply stated, her ears swivveling a little bit as she tossed the bag to the other woman. It wasn't a hard throw, but it was enough to get it across the room. "There... the Red Death. He managed to cut off half a vine, since he didn't know how much you needed."Chrys was a soul? Trapped in that little stone...
"Can I meet him?" he asked. Demare knew the man wasn't well, but he wanted to put a face to the name. He was interested in knowing more about Chrys, after all, despite how annoying the wisp could be.Mystic glanced from his guardian to Demare a bit uncertainly. Reyna didn't look too thrilled over the idea, but she was appeased for the time being since she had one more of the ingredients. "For a moment," she spoke up, "But be careful not to touch him or anything around him. The poison doesn't bother me at all, but.. there's no guarantee that everyone else on Gaia is immune, and I sure as hell am not going to attempt to cast this spell more than once." She huffed a bit irritably and eyed Neko for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside, fully expecting them to follow of their own accord. Mystic simply shot Demare a bemused look and gently nudged Chrys back towards him before sifting back through the wall into the back room. Demare raised a brow at the mention of the poison, and how the woman was supposed immune to it. Was that simply a demon thing, or just her?
I'd probably be immune to it to, if I were still alive, he thought to himself. My own blood was poison, after all.
I'm impressed, Demian, Clare piped up. You haven't blown up at anyone yet.
Don't push your luck.
The child followed after Reyna after Chrys was back in his hand, his wings drawing close to his back as his eyes peered about the room. There was a sense of wonder washing over him, accompanied again by the feeling of dread.
"Chrys seems... scared about something," he finally commented. "Does he know Athan, too? He starts feeling funny whenever he's mentioned.""He ought to," Reyna spoke up as she idly glanced towards the child and eyed the wisp that was hovering near him, "Athan is his maker, after all. The fear could come from the impending doom that would be his death if Athan dies." "I..." Athan managed weakly as he coughed to one side with a muttered curse at his own weakness, ".. am not.. going to die." "Yeah?" Reyna taunted as she moved to help him sit up from where he lay, "You look a bit closer to death with each passing moment. I'm not so convinced." "Shut.. up," he grumbled as his bright green eyes creaked open faintly to take in his visitors. Another child with a wisp? Interesting. A pity he hadn't the energy to question him about how he came about it. He was far paler than usual. So much so that his skin held a translucent quality to it so that the blue of his veins was visible around his temples and down his arms. He was hardly the looming figure of darkness he typically attempted to present himself as. Demare couldn't help the words that came out of his mouth.
"Well... you look like s**t."
Immediately, he threw his hand over his mouth to prevent anything else to be said, as he knew he could go on. However, Demian knew better than the insult stronger beings, remembering what happened when he got smartmouthed in the past. Neko was an exception; he knew she wouldn't kill him. These people, however, didn't need a valid reason to hurt him.
Chrys, upon seeing Athan, quickly floated toward the man, circling around his head several times before stopping in front of him, giving off that feeling of joy again. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind to be afraid or to be happy; he hadn't seen anyone in so long, maybe that was messing with his emotions. Or, perhaps he was merely glad that the other wasn't dead.Despite his efforts to stifle his laughter due to the pain it would bring, Athan failed miserably. Another coughing fit ensued, but a weak smile graced his features reguardless. At least the kid was honest. He sighed faintly and his eyes slid closed. Chrys' joy was comforting as was the amusement he derived from his guardian's brutal honesty. He... laughed? Maybe this guy wouldn't be so bad after all. Dropping his hand back to his side, he contemplated asking more questions, but was unsure of bothering Athan too much today. He was weak, and should have been resting, but it appeared to him that he was stubborn.
"You created them, right?" Demare asked, twitching as Chrys' emotions flew off the charts, causing him more annoyance. "Will they always be trapped? Or can they be freed somehow?"
He didn't like the idea of souls being imprisoned. After all, he had been sealed in the back of the body's mind until he managed to break free.Athan nodded weakly, small smile still twitching at his lips. "They.. are free.. as a Fiend.." he managed. He wanted desperately to elaborate but mustering the energy to speak was slowly taking its toll. "If you come back when he's well, he'll be able to explain the situation a bit more clearly," Reyna interjected as she reached to gently touch Athan's shoulder to cast a small healing spell. It would do very little, but it did seem to ease his pain somewhat. Demare nodded a little bit, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck. There was a lot more he wanted to ask; things he wanted to learn.
"Get better, then," he said, his wings shifting behind himself a little bit. "Come on, Chrys."
For a moment, the little wisp didn't listen, still hovering near Athan, as if he were inspecting him.
"I said, COME ON, CHRYS," the halfling said more forcefully.
That time, the little stone floated back to the child, tucking itself in his scarf as the boy left the room and joined his guardian by the door."Had enough?" Neko asked, not waiting before stepping outside."For now," he muttered, leaving the shop. He'd come back again sometime on his own. Hopefully the next time he was there, Athan would be better and be able to tell him more information.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:56 am
[Into the Shadows (Bitchplot. Post where needed, link everything else.)]
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:57 am
I hate everything about you. Demare sat on the ground quietly, his back propped up against the side of his bed while his arms hugged his knees close to his chest. His wings were lying limply on top of the mattress, his bi-colored eyes fixated on the mirror hanging on the closet door. Even though the halfling was sitting in front of the object in question, the reflection was completely different. The image was that of a young black haired boy, with flesh so pale and ghostly that it looked haunting. Golden eyes pierced the viewer's soul, as if they themselves were trying to communicate with one's very heart. He sat in the same position as Demare, the only difference being that his hands rested on the floor instead of behind his knees. Chrys was rolling around on the floor, finding amusement in its marblish shape as it bumped into objects and continued to move. The fiend was cheerful despite the heavy feeling of anger and sadness in the room, unaware of the silent feud going on within its bond's mind. Not that it didn't care about Demare's anguish, as it was more that the wisp didn't really understand what was going on. You need to let it go, Demian finally sighed, the image in the mirror finally moving to shift his legs downward. The boy in the mirror was talking. You took EVERYTHING from me, Clare snapped, the physical body still unmoving. He furrowed his brow, glaring at the demon before him. None of this would have happened had it not been for your foolish behavior.My WHAT? he growled, baring his fangs. The black wings behind him, though mostly hidden by the darkness of the shadows, stiffened a bit. You're still dwelling on that? We wouldn't be in this mess had it not been for those ******** was your damn brother, you idiot! Everything was going as planned until you showed up! I would have met Karl at the right time, and it all would have been over.
What are you even blabbing about? It was because of that stupid mortal that we got into that mess, and then those bi--
You don't know anything... the angel shook his head, burying his face in his knees. It was all his fault... None of this would have happened had Demian not gone to the land of Peace. He would have lived, probably, and still be happy in...
Demian closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. When he opened his eyes, he felt Chrys roll over his hand, having wandered into his realm through the mirror. The wisp had taken a much larger form in the shadows, a pale green aura surrounding the edges of its presence. What resembled a face tilted a little bit as it hovered closer to its master, cautiously watching as a feeling of curiosity washed over the demon. A long black tendril, with an outline of fingers shaping out a hand, reached up to touch his face, which caused the boy to shiver slightly. He never noticed it before, but Chrys felt cold when he was in his realm.
Clare... If... If I could go back and change things... the boy began quietly, but stopped as he heard a faint murmur coming from the room on the other side. Turning his eyes away from the fiend, Demian watched his other half for a moment. What... did you say?
The angel clenched his fists, hugging his knees tighter, his soft voice muffled against his pants. It was all him. He was the reason he died. "I........ h... y..u..."
His bright eyes blinked a few times. I can't hear you.
Thanks to him, he was stuck in this body. Because of him, Neko was gone. "I ha... y......"
Okay, seriously... You need to speak up. I can barely hear you with your head down like tha--
It was all. His. Fault.
"I HATE YOU!" Clare finally screamed, tears beginning to escape his eyes. "I've always hated you! Your horrible attitude toward things that were different! Your inability to accept kindness from others! I hate how you always have to be right, how you have to push everything away..."
Demian's body grew cold, his eyes widening slightly. Did he really mean all of this? Did he really hate this all of this time?
The angel stood from the floor, his body stiff. "You're an a**! A jerk! You're incapable of showing compassion even to our Goddamn family after the hell we've been through!"
Okay, that was going a bit far. Now wait just a ******** minute, yo-- Demian stood, but stopped as Chrys took a strong hold of his hand. Fear began to overcome him unwillingly, his muscles flinching. The fiend was scared...? But why?
"All this time, I tried to be your friend," the child began again, slowly shuffling his feet toward the mirror. "I let you have your fun. I let you convince me that things were always this way, when in fact you were just leading me on. You remembered things I didn't and never even told me! You hid IMPORTANT things from me for no reason!"
I was trying to protect you! the demon stammered, his form shivering. This wasn't right. He was beginning to feel weak.
"From what? You could have told me what was going on. Or did you forget that I'm more forgiving about the past? At least, that was until I found out that our 'history' was just your false hope to run away from what was fate in the first place. You read THE book and freaked out. You met me, then tried to change what was supposed to happen!"
That's not what happe--
"It was all a LIE."
Those feelings were REAL, you... p***k.
"You expect me to believe that?" Clare stopped in front of the mirror, his angelic reflection finally showing on the left half of the surface. "You expect me to believe... that a ******** demon... no... that hideous creature you call your real self... that IT could actually feel something as foolish as LOVE! Like someone of your nature could ever care about something else."
Had his cold body a living heart, it probably would have stopped. Demian was frozen in sorrow, Chrys' feelings no longer reaching him for that short period of time. In an act of desperation to stop the madness, the fiend extended its tendrils as far out as it could, wrapping them around the demon's torso. The faint green aura began to fuse with the inky black wispy figure, giving it more color and shape as it grew larger and stronger.
"You... you make me SICK..." Clare hissed in anger, his fists so tight that his nails broke through the body's flesh, causing the palms to seep blood. "I wish you would just DIE."
The words sunk deep into the other's mind, causing him to loosen up a bit. He closed his eyes once more, his right hand moving up slowly to push against the edge of the mirror. Do... you really feel that way? You really wish I was dead?
The child's breaths were shaky and uneven, his right hand instinctively reaching upward to be placed directly over the reflection's. For a moment, his expression changed from that of anger to sorrow, the rage calming briefly. Around his middle, he could feel the same pressure surrounding him as his darker counterpart, a slight warmth forming were a darkish green body was in the mirror. Its flesh grew lighter by the minute, more solid, and the emotions were overwhelming.
Worry, fear, sadness, confusion... Chrys just wanted them to stop. The fiend, unaware of its new appearance, glanced up at Demian with its newly formed eyes, its brow furrowing a bit to show its concern. The demon opened his eyes slightly, enough to take in the new features that the little shadow had taken on. Bright green wavy hair, long pointed ears, little horns sticking out in front over his forehead. The black eyes were a nice touch, and even the black lines underneath seemed fitting. The fiend... It looked like a demon.
Clare simply stared, taking in the resemblance between the new creature and his other self. The little shadow... The creature they'd been put in charge of. Demian was taking that, as well, when though he'd let Micheal rust and die? He narrowed his eyes, the rage returning as he clenched his fist against the mirror. He really did have nothing...
I guess we scared you a bit, huh? Demian said quietly, raising his free hand to pat the fiend on the head. So, this is what you look like.
Unable to take it anymore, Demare drew back his left arm, and quickly slammed his hand against the glass, causing it to crack, chip, and splinter every which way. Shards covered in blood from the now cut open hand dropped to the floor as the reflection split into several large pieces, the left half showing showing his angelic half, and the right showing the demon within. The body, seemingly lifeless, slumped to the floor as the souls in the mirror collapsed.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 4:08 am
Morning, Sunshine. Demare stirred a bit, the sun warm against his skin. His eyelids flinched, slowly blinking open as the halfling tried to fully awaken from his slumber, his muscles sore and his head feeling as though he'd been hit with a two ton hammer. He felt uncomfortable on his back, his wings feeling like they were in an odd position, and there was a cool sensation on his chest. Carefully lifting his head, his bi-colored eyes looked to the curled up fiend on top of him, the small looking body resting on most of his torso. Chrys appeared to be sleeping. Grumbling slightly, he let his head drop back to the hard wood floor, lifting a hand to push back his reddish hair before rubbing at his sleepy eyes, sniffling a little bit. As he rubbed, he noticed that his hand felt a little different, almost a bit more course and tougher than he remembered. Stopping in mid rub, Demare opened his eyes, allowing them to focus before holding his arm up, even his bones aching a bit. The halfling blinked a few times, staring at his now much longer, slightly muscular, and flesh colored arm. The Legend quickly sat up, throwing the shadow off of his chest, his larger wings stretching themselves out now that they were free from behind his back. Chrys rolled on the floor a little bit, but continued to sleep, as if he hadn't been moved. Looking to the right, the halfling looked into what should have been the shattered mirror, but instead was a new mirror, complete with a new black cherry colored oak frame with intricate carvings around its broad pieces covering the closet door. The reflection was different now; instead of showing Demare's face, Clare stared back at him, bright blue eyes hardly able to take in the new body he appeared to be in. Slowly reaching his hands up toward his face, he lightly brushed his long fingers down his cheeks and neck, taking in his older features. Shifting up onto his knees, the now teenager stood up tall, his outstretched wings crashing into the ceiling a little bit. Drooping them down enough, Demare looked himself over completely, wondering how this could have happened. Demian? the angel voiced to himself, almost shocked by the way he sounded. This was strange to him... He hadn't had the chance to grow before. The teen waited for a long moment for the demon to answer, and sighed as he was merely greeted with silence. "Great... I actually want to say something and you're giving me the silent treatment." " I'm doing what now?" Demian spoke up, his image stepping into view in the mirror. The demon appeared to be older as well, his black hair and gold eyes opposing Clare's blonde hair and blue eyes. While the angel's flesh was fair toned, his had even more color, now carrying a golden brown tint. " I just woke up, dude." I called you, and you didn't respond, he replied, folding his arms across his bare chest. Or are you mad?The other yawned, stretching out his arms and back before cracking his neck and shoulders. " Well? What's up? I didn't come over here just to be glared at." Huh? Clare blinked a few times, quirking a brow. "Can... you not hear me?" " ...You... said something?" Demian scratched his arms, frowning slightly. " I didn't hear anything..." The fiend in the corner rolled onto his back before slowly opening his dark eyes, his arms stretched out on the ground. Lifting himself into the air, his eyes squinted into what seemed like a smile as he folded his hands up close to his face. YEEE! You awake! the fiend cheered, floating a little closer to the halfling. Was sleeping for days!" Days...? Damn, no wonder everything hurts..." the demon said, rubbing at his neck. " Maybe we're just out of sync." Was scary! Body gone away, then ugly thing came. Dropped body and ran... I scare away! Chrys sounded so proud of himself. If only they knew that he was really cowering under the bed the whole time the ugly beast was in the room. "Dropped... the body...?" Perhaps that's why they were put to sleep, so that the body could be replaced without endangering themselves. But that didn't explain why he couldn't communicate with Demian. "Maybe we damaged the other one too much..." " ...Or... maybe they couldn't create a body that could hold the both of us as we matured..." "What are you..." Clare began to ask, but his voice trailed off as he noticed Demian grasping his right shoulder. Black sparks seemed to start from the back somewhere, and spread down to about his elbow. Aside from those markings, there were no other ones on the body. The seals that controlled their power was gone. This body was completely new. It was like they were starting over from scratch, only physically instead of entirely. Said be careful! Chrys piped up, taping a finger where his mouth would have been. He was trying to remember what the creepy creature had mentioned before disappearing. More pain, bad to switch. Can die?The boys were quiet as they looked at the fiend, trying to make sense of what had been done. So the price for growing up... would be that they had to live separately? It felt both good and bad at the same time, and idly Demian wondered if there was a catch to this happening. Clare, on the other hand, felt like this were an opportune time to continue his research on their seemingly unique body. "Well... at least now we'll be able to have time to ourselves," the angel spoke up first, glancing toward the mirror. "We won't really have to worry about the other popping in at the wrong time." " Yeah... I guess..." Demian wasn't sure he'd like this. It sounded nice, but how would this really affect things in the long run? " We'll take turns... Every other day?" "Something like that... I guess it'll all depend on how much it hurts to switch now. Can we determine that later, though? I have this sudden urge to eat... some sort of greasy meat. I read somewhere that older people ate a lot of junk food... I hope we don't do that." " Eh, whatever. I might suggest putting some clothes on, first." Demare's face turned completely red, only now realizing that he was butt naked. Chrys giggled as the halfling quickly opened the closet door and disappeared inside to try and find something that would fit before asking Domonic about buying some new clothes. The least they could have done was given him a new wardrobe. Lazy beast.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:37 am
Interview with a Halfling Demare quietly pushed open the door to the shop, ducking down slightly so he wouldn't hit his head on the frame as he stepped inside. Granted, it wasn't necessary, but after being only at home all week it came rather natural now. Sniffling a little bit, he rubbed his nose with his black gloved hand, feeling it tingle as his nostrils were filled with warmed compared to the outside cold he'd just been in. At least they fixed up the place, he thought to himself, recalling the last time he'd been at the shop. The store was indeed in tact now, and he didn't feel the strong darkness he had before. Then again, that also could have been because Clare was in the body this week. I wonder if he's here... Chrys projected, drumming his fingers against the teen's right shoulder, slipping out from the shadow behind Demare. The green figure looked curiously around the shop, his black eyes taking in what he couldn't see that well the first time. "Who's here?" he sighed, stepping lightly over to the jewelry case, hating how heavy his boots sounded against the floor. He was here for an interview. He didn't want to sound like he was stampeding the place. No one special, the shadowy creature shrugged. The fiend finally left his bond's side, investigating the lamp by the door. "Break anything and I swear to the Gods..." Clare warned with a twitch of his white eye, his wings folding closer to his back as he peered at a stone underneath the glass. That was rather pretty... "Don't worry," Reyna spoke up in a joking manner as she approached the young man, "We'll just take it out of your paycheck." She snickered quietly at her own joke before reaching to shake his hand. "Just kidding," she murmured before shooting Chrys a sidelong glance.
"Well I'll be damned," she murmured, hands on her hips as she glanced from the shadow to its guardian, "You've both grown considerably. I think I'm impressed."Demare blinked a few times, shaking the woman's hand as it took him a moment to recognize her. This was the woman with Athan that time... He really did need to come by more often. Perhaps working here would help him gain more knowledge about the shadow following him around everywhere. Chrys, on the other hand, wasn't paying attention to what had just been said. Using a green finger to push at the lamp, he watched as it began to tip forward a little bit, only to swing back into its original position. This, for whatever reason, really amused him as he did it again, tipping the lamp even further. "Hm? Oh, uh... thank you," the teenager stammered slightly, blushing a little bit. It wasn't like he'd grown up just to impress anyone. However, if she was impressed, then perhaps that was a good thing. "It was kinda strange, actually. Chrys seemed to... appear the same day I did." Tiiiiiip... Wobblewobble. If only the fiend could be heard giggling. Demare hadn't even noticed. "I have to ask first, since I'm here and have been wanting to know... How's Athan doing? It's been a while, so I assume he must be doing better...?" Reyna gave the boy a fanged grin at the mention of Athan. "Well if your so curious, why don't you come to the back room with me and ask him yourself?" She turned and headed towards the door that lead to the next room. "Watch the front-end for me real quick?" she asked out loud even though there seemed to be no one present.
'Sure, why not,' Mystic answered as he faded into view at Reyna's desk with his arms crossed.He quirked a brow before looking to the door, then looked to the front end of the store. Chrys had his hands folded behind his back, innocently floating about as if he had done nothing at all. "Right... I have to be there, anyway, I assume," Demare said a bit quietly, following after Reyna to the back. Somehow, he had a feeling something was amiss. As soon as they disappeared, Chrys began to play with the lamp again, black eyes watching Mystic to see if he would do anything. " Do I knoooow you?" he asked, cocking his head curiously to the right. The presence felt familiar. Athan was sitting on the couch, an assortment of papers and ordering forms splayed about the coffee table before him. "Reyna, do you recall whether or not the last order from that new shipping company we started using last week arrived on time? I never received an invoice.. or.. well.. I can't find said invoice if I did receive it."
Reyna cleared her throat and smirked over at Athan who paused long enough in his rambling to notice that Demare was present. He'd very nearly forgotten about conducting interviews all together.
"Well hello, Demare. How are you?" he asked conversationally as he tidied up his workspace before standing to shake the boy's hand and greet him properly.
Mystic on the other hand, simply stared boredly out in front of him before slowly drawing his gaze over towards Chrys when prompted. 'It's distinctly possible. I don't believe there is a shadow I've not met yet,' he answered simply enough.Demare reached a gloved hand out to take Athan's, giving it a firm shake before releasing it, slipping his gloves off and loosening his scarf a little bit. It was warmer inside than it was outside... "I'm... living, sir," he responded after a moment, not sure how else to explain it. "What about yourself? You were in terrible condition when I first met you..." Tiiiiiiiiiip. " You meet me? Who you?" Chrys inquired, trying to remember. Maybe he'd felt the presence when he was still a wisp... That had to be it. Wobblewobblewobble. "I am quite well, thank you," Athan replied with a quiet smile as he moved to sit back down and motioned for Demare to follow suit, "And it's largely due to the fact that you and other such guardians helped. I appreciate that."
Reyna moved away to pour them all a cup of tea while Athan continued to speak. "So... I understand you're looking for a part-time job," he went on, "Any particular reason why you decided you wanted to work here?"
The silver haired woman snickered under her breath, but didn't dare speak up and interrupt with something snarky. At least not just yet. Instead she returned to plop down on the couch with a cup of warm tea for the three of them.
'My name is Mystic. And you?' Mystic answered as he watched the other shadow toy with the lamp. He didn't need to be a Seer like Hawk's Eye to know that he was going to break it.
But it was entertaining to watch.Demare took a seat after Athan, folding his hands in his lap. He didn't really know what to say to that, so he stayed quiet, until mention of the job came up. He'd almost forgotten about the reason he was here. Not that I WANT to look for a stupid job... Domonic's just making me, he thought to himself, his wings drooping down in a bit of a sulk for a brief moment. "Well, in a way I can relate to things here," he shrugged, referring to his other side. "But, actually... I thought this might be a good place because of Chrys. He can learn about himself while I do something constructive with all the free time I have. " He call me Chrys... so that is name," the fiend said a bit idly, tipping the lamp a little more than he had been. He didn't notice the slight corrosion beginning to form on the metal post where he'd been poking. " Might have seen while Demare was here a while ago. Can only remember Athan. He feel better! That mean better, right?" As the lamp drew back, enough of the metal had been eaten away to cause the post to snap as it fell upright, the shade, bulb, and broken post falling to the ground. As it thumped and the glass shattered on the floor, Chrys literally seemed to disappear right then and there, not even a trace of him to be found. "True enough. Mystic is usually about more often than not to help watch after things when Reyna is busy. He is the oldest of all the shadows that have been awakened thus far," Athan replied as he reached for his cup of tea and sipped at it quietly. "We are actually looking into hiring someone else, as well."
"Yeah," Reyna chimed in, "So is seasonal work okay with you? We're busy, but we're not that busy, you know?"
Athan nodded in agreement with the demon that was lounging comfortably near his side. For the two of them to be in complete understanding over a topic was rare indeed, but they had discussed hiring at length. In fact, it had been Reyna's initial idea.
Both of them winced when they heard the crash of the lamp, but neither moved to go and see what had happened. With mischievous shadows on the loose, something being broken was a rather common occurrence. It was best to simply go with the flow of things.
Mystic snickered quietly. He was mildly impressed. The lamp actually seemed to be bent in half. '... so you're acidic or something?' he queried. He couldn't see Chrys at all, not even within the shadows which was strange, but he could still feel him there.Demare nodded, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it slowly. He had hoped it wouldn't be long employment, as he only needed the job to keep him busy. "Seasonal would be perfect," he replied, closing his eyes for a moment, only to have them open wide at the sound of the crash. His left eye began to twitch a little bit, his hands clenching into tight fists as his eyes then narrowed toward the door. "...Please excuse me while I KILL THAT FREAKING PEST!" he growled, moving to stand to leave the room for a moment. Chrys began to materialize behind Mystic, cowering as his tried to hide behind the fiend's cape, looking worriedly at the lamp. He hadn't MEANT to break it... Or... did he? A part of him was very satisfied with the destruction, while the other was fretting over what happened. After all, he was fully aware of what his touch sometimes did. " Poison," he pipped up in a quite 'voice'. " Demare say turn things bad. Inedible, untouchable, useless. Dunno how make it, but makes good food for me." After a moment, the green shadow hovered close to the broken lamp, sniffing at the metal post. " Can be eaten? I hungry... I be very hungry lately. Almost no satisfaction... Feels like, missing something." Athan opened his mouth as though to speak, but said nothing as the young man darted to the front room. Well, at least he was willing to be responsible for his shadow and was attempting to keep him out of trouble.
Mystic, on the other hand, thought the situation to be hilarious. He chuckled quietly before his bright, violet eyes widened in surprise. '.... you eat things?' How curious! He never felt hunger himself, but it was interesting that Chrys did." Kinda... Demare say looks like absorb them, rather than eat," Chrys explained, rubbing at his neck a little bit. " Something no mouth..." "CHRYS!" the teenager hissed, folding his arms across his chest. He watched as the fiend hid by Mystic again. "What did I tell you about breaking things??" " Not mean to!" he whined, cowering. " Accident. Swear it!" "Domonic's going to KILL me..." 'Mmm... the not having a mouth does propose a problem in regards to eating, I would assume,' Mystic replied conversationally before snickering faintly when Demare stormed in. And he thought Reyna could turn on a dime when she suspected him of doing something mischievous.
He stood from where he was perched at Reyna's desk and appeared near Demare's side to lay a calming hand on his shoulder. 'Trust me when I say Athan buys fixtures and the like in bulk. It's not so big a deal. At least not within this shop.'
He paused for a moment before folding his arms over his chest and looking pointedly over at Chrys. 'And lucky for you, Athan has better things to be concerned about than a broken lamp. Besides, Reyna somehow manages to corrode the cash register every once in a while and it locks up. Not sure how that works... but ... yeah.' Demare made a face before sighing, calming down. Well, if it wasn't a big deal... Still, he'd try to pay them back when he was able. He knew Domonic wouldn't loan him the money right now, but maybe he could take one of the lamps from the house. "Well, it's still a bit of a problem..." he admitted, eying Chrys for a moment before glancing at Mystic. "He can't seem to control it. Whatever he's doing to kill what he touches..." Idly, feeling the attention had turned away from him, Chrys hovered back over to the broken lamp, breaking off a small piece of the corroded metal. He 'sniffed' it a little bit before it simply disappeared... and the poor fiend made such a look with his eyes that one would just know he was disgusted by looking at him. His body twitched and shivered, tensing a little bit before he shook his head quickly. "...Are they all this weird, or is it just him?" Demare had to ask, noticing Chrys' odd behavior. "That would depend entirely on your definition of 'weird'," Reyna spoke up as she bustled into the room and headed towards her desk to rifle through a messy stack of papers, "But otherwise, eh... I'd say yes."
Mystic's brow furrowed in what was obviously a frown as he scowled over towards his guardian. 'And just what do you mean by that?'
She snickered quietly and chose not to answer as she motioned for Demare to come towards the desk. "Just got a little bit of paper work for you to fill out. Standard rate of pay is 8.5k an hour," she informed him, "Plus you get discounts on the stuff in the store... oh, and uh.. when can you start, again?" Demare merely shook his head before making his way to the counter, looking over the paper work for a moment. Seemed simple enough to fill out... Didn't help that he had no knowledge of jobs from his previous life, due to the time period he appeared to be from. It was easy enough to learn, but some of the modern things still baffled him. Like that damn VCR... "Tomorrow," he replied, turning his monochrome eyes to the demoness. "I'd say today, but there's a few errands I need to run, and that'll take me most of the day..." Chrys hovered a circle around Mystic before looking closely at the fiend's cape, glancing at his own armbands that he'd made after breaking a couple of Domonic's belts. Idly, he wondered if that was HIS fashion statement. " Is good for hidings?" he asked curiously. " Playing tricks, maybe..." "Right on. That'll work out just fine," she replied smoothly as she pointed to all the spots he needed to initial and sign as they went along through the multitude of papers. "We've also hired another part-timer," Reyna explained, "Her name is Kova. She seems pretty cool, so you might be doing a little work with her, too. Oh, and would you prefer to work an evening or morning shift? Doesn't really make too big of a difference. Athan and I usually trade off every couple of days."
Mystic smirked faintly. He was proud of his cloak. 'Mm... hiding things? I suppose if that thing is me, then yes. It absorbs sunlight, so if I head outside on my own without Reyna during the day, it's not so bad.' "Mm," was his only response to the mention of the other part-timer, not particularly interested. He was more focused on that fact that he'd have something to do with his time for a little bit rather than who he'd be working with. That, and signing all the damn spots he needed to in the paperwork. The halfling stopped for a moment at the mention of time, however, standing up to his full height after being hunched over to do his previous task. Mornings or evenings... Demare sighed lightly, scratching at his reddish hair a little bit. Why was this such a tough decision? Normally, he'd be fine with mornings. However, ever since his body aged, he'd been sleeping in like Demian did, and was almost never awake before 11 or 12 anymore. "Uh... what about... afternoons and evenings?" he asked a bit sheepishly, turning his eyes to the right as he scratched his cheek. Yeah... maybe a compromise would work... Chrys tapped his fingers lightly together, the action with his sharpied toothy grin making him look at though he were scheming evilly. Maybe he'd have to get himself one of those... " Absorb light?" he questioned, peering toward the window for a moment. " Eat sun? Make energy? Make... hungry?" His black eyes darted around for a moment, suddenly feeling the urge to play with something else. It was almost like he NEEDED to, that it would be life or death if he didn't destroy something. "That works fine by me," Reyna replied conversationally, "Kova doesn't have a problem working mornings, and it's evenings when we seem to need the most help."
'Uh..' Mystic paused as he eyed the other shadow suspiciously, 'Not .. quite. The cloak doesn't eat anything, nor do I.' What a little freak."Ha ha ha... Sounds good then," Demare shrugged with his nervous laughter, feeling a bit of relief. Now the trick would be to make sure Demian knew he'd have plans on certain days. Chrys hadn't really heard what Mystic had said, losing quick interest in the cloak as his eyes were fixated on one of the charms hanging from his bonded's wrist. Curiously, he tapped at one of the dangling items, watching it sway left and right, back and forth for a moment. His eyes squinted as he giggled to himself, tapping at the charm again to watch it swing. Rolling onto his back in the air, he began to bat at the bracelet like a kitten. The halfling twitched as this was going on, trying hard not to snap. "Was there anything else you needed from me today?" he said through clenched teeth and a smile. A slow smile curved at Reyna's lips as she took note of Chrys' behavior. And she had thought Mystic had been troublesome as a child.
'I take offense at even a mild comparison to him,' Mystic chimed up inside her head so that no one else could hear.
'Come now. He's not that bad.'
Mystic simply pinned her with a look that hardly needed words to explain what he thought of her statement.
She cleared her throat and offered Demare a small smile, "That's it for now, so you're free to go for the time being. See you tomorrow evening, then?" The Legend could only give her thumbs up to say that would be good, unable to use his voice without yelling at the moment. It only took one more swipe from Chrys before the bracelet flew off of the teen's wrist, falling right onto the floor. The little fiend threw his hands in front of where his mouth would have been, his eyes showing nothing but worry. " Oopsie...” was all he could say before his bonded grabbed him by the hair. Demare plucked the charms off of the floor before straightening up, pulling Chrys in front of his face as he started out for the door. "You're in for it NOW, buddy," he growled as he left the building, his wings shuddering a little bit as they entered the cold. Oh, this was going to be a FUN experience indeed.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:40 am
Nightmare Before Christmas Chrys winced and writhed in his sleep, clutching the blanket on the bed tightly as his form shivered and shook. If he were able, he would have been sweating buckets, something obviously troubling as he mumbled and stirred, tiny whimpers emitting from his throat. Granted, no one could hear from aside from Demare, and the teenager was currently sleeping himself. The fiend awoke with a start, jolting up into the air, his black eyes growing large. The little shadow peered about frantically, breathing heavily. What was all of that? A dream? No... it was too frightening to be a dream. A memory...? He didn't remember any of that, though, and he couldn't imagine EVER torturing someone the way that the creature had. It felt so real, though... So... familiar. Shaking his head, Chrys floated back down to the bed, watching Demare's sleeping body as he started to calm down a little bit. The fiend desperately wanted to awaken his bond, wishing to speak to the other about the issue, but decided that it would be better not to make him angry. After all, this would be the halfling's first Christmas in which something didn't go horribly wrong, and he didn't want to ruin that. Instead, the shadow curled up close to him, hoping the Legend wouldn't mind tonight as he huddled against the strong right arm. He nuzzled his head gently against the hand, fingers wrapping about the warmth as he closed his eyes and began to drift toward sleep. What he did not notice, however, is that the man's index finger was going right through his green head, right where the fiend's sharpied toothy grin was. Demian shivered a little bit, standing in the snow as he checked the watch around his wrist. Whoever had called him out here was late, and he was getting irritated. Who would call him out at 11 o'clock and night, anyway? The demon ran a hand through his spiked up black hair, trying to get rid of the snow that was accumulating in it. His gold eyes searched the darkness one last time before he shoved his hands into his pockets, turning on his heel to begin to leave.
"Demian, wait!" called a voice, the sound of footsteps crunching in the thick snow getting louder. "Please!"
The teenager looked over his shoulder, eyes widening slightly. "[*****]?"
To his surprise, there was no one there. In fact, there was nothing behind him now, not even the lighted street lamp he was just standing under. Demian looked back in front of himself, realizing that everything seemed to have disappeared. What was going on...? He was just out in the snow, wasn't he? Warily, he took a few steps forward, listening to his footsteps as the sound changed from crunching snow to loose dust and rock, a thick fog beginning to surround the area.
The air became stagnant and stale, hard to breath as he continued to walk through the darkness. Something caught his foot, causing the demon to stumble to the ground, dirt thrust into his eyes and mouth as he was caught by surprise. He coughed and rubbed at his face, his sight blurring with tears as they stung. Then, it struck him. The irreplaceable smell that hung in the air, a stench that could never be ignored as it filled one's nostrils.
Death.
"What the ******** is going on here?" he demanded to know, coughing again as he slowly stood himself up, his eyes narrowing down into a glare. Why the hell was he back here?
He could feel his wings materializing onto his back, a slight pain stirring against his shoulder blades as they reattached themselves to his body. How his people ever managed to get used to that, he had no idea. Demian only wanted to try it out, not wanting any funny looks from people, considering he had been fairly close by a church.
"ANSWER ME!" he growled, searching the fog the best that he could. It was useless, he knew, but he had to try and find something.
Something sliding across the ground caught his ears as he quickly turned to look in the direction of which it had come, but could see nothing. The sound came again from the opposite direction, the demon's head snapping around to try and catch whatever it was. Still nothing. Whatever it was, it was moving in a circle, watching his movements, laying in wait for the perfect moment.
And he was afraid.Demare swallowed hard as he tossed his head from left to right, his closed eyelids flinching as he continued to sleep. His left hand twitched a little bit before he turned his body to lie on his right side, his arm draping over the fiend cuddled close to him. As if the body knew he was there, he lifted his hand to gently stroke the shadow's green hair, careful of the creature's horns, before moving to hold him close. Chrys blinked his eyes open, not really used to the gesture, as Demare usually pushed him away if he tried to close on top of or too close to him. He took advantage of the situation, however, hugged the teenager's arm a little bit, closing his eyes in an attempt to wander back into his dream. He opened them again after a moment, however, realizing that something was amiss. His bond felt very wet... Pressing a long ear against the halfling's bare chest, he could hear the quick paced heartbeat coming from within the body. The fiend clutched onto Demare's hands worriedly, turning his black eyes toward them. " Oh, no... What have I done?" Demian's breath began to grow heavy as he continued to search the immediate area, too scared to move in fear of being chased. He didn't know what he was up against, nor did he really care to find out. However, the attack was inevitable, and he didn't even see it coming.
His gold eyes grew large as he felt a sharp pain against his body, feeling a large part of himself being engulfed by something. A coppery taste began to fill his mouth as red liquid began to drip out, his form growing cold with dread. Very slowly, he turning his head to the left, his eyes meeting with 4 glowing green ones, which belonged to the hideous creature that had its jaws locked onto his flesh. Tears began to stream down the demon's face.
The sharp teeth clamped down the rest of the way, and all that could be heard was the man's white scream.The halfling woke up with a gasp, choking slightly on the air as his bi-colored eyes shot open. He sat up quickly, his hands frisking his body to make sure he was still all there. He was shaking, covered in sweat, his reddish hair matted against his face. "Oh God..." he managed to get out with a shaky breath, covering his hands with his face for a moment before running his fingers through his hair, resting them against the back of his neck. "s**t... What the ******** was that...?" Demare took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he arched and stretched himself out a little bit, his wings flexing and stretching as far as they could. Exhaling slowly, he relaxed some, shaking his head as he threw off his blanket, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed to rest his feet on the floor. Idly, he cursed the fact that he decided to wear his pajama bottoms that night, just about ready to simply tear them off. He stopped, however, turning his eyes toward a very wide-eyed Chrys, who was cowering and moving backwards, shaking in fear. "What's wrong Chrys?" he finally asked, wondering if maybe one of his shadow beasts had manifested itself while he'd been sleeping. " It... I... How can... That is..." was all the fiend could get out. It wasn't until then that the halfling felt the presence behind him, something breathing down the back of his neck. He froze, almost imagining the searing pain from his dream, his wings stiffening. <******** it... have about eight glowing eyes or so...?" he asked curiously, as if he needed reassurance. Chrys nodded slowly. "Maybe about... four horns on its head, and body pretty damn spiky and hard looking?" Another slow nod. "Long claws, large dark green body." Nodnod. "Legs kinda like a t-rex." Nodnodnod. "Big snout, probably lotsa sharp teeth." Demare was amazingly calm, a smirk spreading across his face. Chrys was confused by the reaction, but continued to nod, now backed up against the wall. "He's gotta be ********> son of a b***h, then," he concluded before jumping up from the bed, just in time to miss a hard swing from the beast. That certainly made it angry, whatever it was. It growled and snarled at the two, its roar a screeching howl. Its mouth was very large, containing several sharp blackened teeth, and for a moment it almost looked as if its jaw reached all the way down to its chest. Bulky arms wasted no time in picking up the bed the creature was standing behind, throwing it at the boys. Demare caught it however, the force pushing him back toward the full-length mirror on the closet door. He couldn't let that get broken... "Oh, so you wanna play catch, huh?" he sneered, swinging the bed as hard as he could back toward the beast. "FETCH." The wooden boards shattered against the hard shell, splinters falling to the floor with the mattress and bed stuffs in a heap. The child was NOT humorous, its eyes beginning to glow brighter in the darkness, the large form hunkering down a little bit. Chrys seemed to know what it was doing, however, as he quickly tried to usher his bond toward the window. If the creature was indeed what he thought it was, then he would be getting ready to try to knock them out. " Demian, please!" he begged, trying his best to open the lock. If they were outside, there would be enough clean air to bypass what was coming. " Things get broken here. Outside more space! Can call help!" "What? It's COLD out there, you idiot!" the teenager scowled, shuffling his way toward the fiend. "I can contain this ******** if I can open the re--" " You not understand! OUTSIDE! I no want to hurt you!" the shadow pleaded, his dark eyes looking sad. "What the hell are you talking about?" Demare asked, quirking a brow. He fixed the tie on his black pajama bottoms, making sure the waist was tight enough so his pants wouldn't fall down. "What do you mean you don't want to hurt me? That's the b*****d that ate part of my soul when I died." If he could cry, he would have been bawling. No tears dripped from his eyes, however, as his shoulders heaved with silent sobs. Chrys didn't want to explain it... not yet. He didn't even want to REMEMBER what he had. " Might kill you," he went on with instead, getting the lock undone and pushing the window open. " Might try to eat what left." The fiend didn't wait for his bond, simply floating out into the open before looking back to make sure there was still time. Green smog seemed to be spilling from the beast's mouth, and it looked at though it was about to completely overflow. Demare looked between the two of them for a moment, not liking the fact that it felt like he was running away. Granted, if the thing followed, then he'd be able to give it a good one two. If not... A part of him wondered if it would attack the rest of the house. That alone seemed to allow him to make up his mind, the halfling pulling himself onto the window ledge. Tucking his wings in close to his back, he took in a deep breath before exhaling it slowly, jumping out the window and into the snow below. Just in time, as well. The beast finally opened it huge mouth, roaring as a strange gas began to fill the room. It cry shook the house, shattering the glass to the room's window, the pieces showering down right over the ********!!" he swore, flinching as a few pieces cut his flesh, shaking his head to get pieces out of his hair. He carefully moved himself away from the house, having a delayed reaction to the cold against his bare feet, reconsidering the endangerment of the other members of the house. "What is that stuff, anyway? Looks like it would stink..." " Poison," Chrys explained calmly, hovering around Demare. " Uses to knock out or kill prey nerves." "Sounds... useful," the man admitted, shrugging a bit. He didn't think much of why the fiend knew this, he just figured it might have been an element thing. "Why the ******** is it here?" The shadow thought about this for a moment, tapping a finger against his sharpied grin. It was in his dream, not that long ago. Then, his dream somehow transferred over to Demare's subconscious. The beast had appeared before the halfling awoke, however, so maybe it had something to do with the transfer? Unless... He smacked his fist against the palm of his hand, realizing the possibilities. Of course!! It might have something to do with the others! " Catch it!" he requested, looking to his bond. " We bring to Athan and Mystic. Maybe lost." The teenager's left eye twitched slightly. CATCH it...? Catch the ******** THING that nearly destroyed his chance of ANY existence back when he was awaiting judgment? And then bring it to his BOSS??? "You... must be OUT OF YOUR ******** MIND," he declared, growling a little bit. "Why in Hell's name should I show that ******** any mercy?!" The fiend thought about this for a moment. " You said... useful." "What's your point?" he huffed, realizing his feet were starting to go numb. He needed to end this quickly before the body got frostbite, if that was even possible. " Maybe can turn to shadow," Chrys thought, figuring it could potentially be done. " Add to beasts, use for self." ...That didn't sound like a bad idea. The beast could come in handy some day, and would even make a good scaring critter. "Alright, I'll catch it," he decided, turning his bi-colored eyes toward his room. The gas was spilling out into the open, dissipating into the air. "How do we get it outside?" The shadow moved upward after picking up some snow from the ground, tossing it hard toward the house. It had good aim, and even managed to hit something inside. The beast moved in sight of the window, its many eyes peering out toward the fiend. " FATHEAD," Chrys called, as if he could be heard. "Chrys, I'm the only one who can hear you," Demare sighed, giving him a blank stare. " STINK BREATH! MONSTER!" The creature shrieked at that last cry, obviously not liking the word. The boys were surprised as it came crashing out of the room, landing quickly and heavily on the ground, the beast now seeming much larger than it originally had. It roared again, saliva flying out of its mouth and hitting Demare right in the face. "Awwwh, DAMN..." he whined in disgust, wiping the gooey spit off of himself. "That's ******** NASTY, you p***k!" It was, however, what he needed to get fired up. Extending his wings, the teenager tightened his right fist and drew his arm back. In the cover of night, the darkness began to take form, the shadows gathering to make it grow. "Don't spit when you talk!" he demanding, swinging his arm around hard, and the fist of darkness following in suit. It caught the beast square in the upper jaw, knocking him off balance. The creature was able to retain a stance, unfortunately, quickly regaining its composure. It hissed, narrowing its eyes; the glow emitting from them seemed to grow, manipulating itself into energy. They shot a concentrated beam at the man, managing a direct hit as it caused the child to fly backward, sliding against the ground as he landed. "Ugh...! Son of a b***h!" Demare hissed, grasping his chest as the burning sensation seemed to spread against his body. "********!! Chrys, what the hell was that??" Chrys looked on in horror, not knowing that would happen. Quickly, he flew over to his bond's aid, inspecting the slightly charred area the best that he could. Lightly, he brushed his fingers only the abdomen, noticing it was a little more tender than it should have been. There didn't seem to be any actual damage, however, so he assumed it was merely a bruise. " Just force," he concluded with a nod. " Energy? Taste good...?" The halfling waved the shadow off, rolling his eyes a little bit. Man, that hurt like a mother...! Carefully, he stood himself up, waving his right hand across the ground. Black flames erupted from the snow, creating a circle around himself and the beast before reaching upward toward the Heavens, creating a dome of shadow. "You wanna play rough, huh?" he spat through clenched teeth, his eyes narrow slits as darkness just seemed to flow out of his right side, as if it were leaking out of his body. "Well, let's ********' dance!" Demare didn't waste any time in charging toward the creature, his voice carrying some sort of battle cry. The beast did the same, screeching its deafening roar as it took its clumsy steps forward, able to meet the boy in the middle. It reached its large hands down toward him in an attempt to grab him, but the halfling jumped out of the way, leaping into the air to land on the monster's hands. From there, he jumped again, this time using more force, and landing a swift but hard kick to its face. The beast cried out, swaying to the right, then swung its head quickly to the left in retaliation, managing to head butt the teenager into the wall of the arena. As he slid down toward the ground, it began to form its gas again in hopes to putting the damned kid to sleep. It became distracted, however, as Chrys threw a snowball into its back. The monster turned its head to see what was going on, and got another snowball in the face, the melting ice slipping down its snout. How... irritating. The fiend didn't give up, however, as he continued to throw the snow as quickly as he could, wishing to buy the Legend more time. One of the balls managed to hit the creature in one of its eyes, causing it to screech as it got even angrier. (Like that was even possible.) Once again, the glow around its eyes began to glow brighter and manipulate into energy, the beast hissing at its new target. "Chrys, look out!" Demare warned, struggling to stand as he got air back into his lungs after the last blow, stumbling as he ran toward the shadow. The fiend wanted this all along, however. Quickly, he floated closer to the beast, thrusting his hands forward just as the beam was shot, and began to absorb the energy. " Quickly!" he urged his friend, not sure how much he'd even be able to take in. After all, he'd never eaten this type of energy before, and it felt very hot. " Try to contain him!" Snorting, the creature used more pressure on the beam, forcing the shadow back a little bit. Chrys kept at it, however, despite how full he was feeling, and the fact that the energy was beginning to leak out of his body, the stone in his chest glowing a little bit. The halfling was a bit conflicted, not sure how to do what would be needed to contain the beast. "We need to be outside of the dome!" he tried to explain. "He needs to be weaker!" Weaker? Perhaps a shock would be enough. Without much more thought, the fiend struggled and forced his way forward, looking away a little bit as the glow became too bright for him to look at, the energy swirling around his green form. Finally, he was close enough, and he latched onto the creature's face, causing the energy to attack them both. The breast cried out in shock and pain as its attack was directed back to itself, and Chrys screamed as he began to be electrocuted. "CHRYS!!!" the halfling cried out, his eyes growing wide. That IDIOT!! Even if that would help a lot, it was more dangerous than it was worth. "Damn it, you're going to get yourself killed!!" The fiend didn't care. He would do whatever was needed to save his bond, much less himself. After all, in all technicality... he was saving himself FROM himself. Perhaps Demare would never need to know that the creature was his past self, coming back to haunt him for whatever reason. This was the part of his history that he didn't care to remember, it being the worst part of his life. And to find out that it was his own fault that the halfling was the way that he was now... The beast fell to its knees as it managed to stop its attack, its massive body smoldering as its breath hissed and whistled. Chrys finally let go, floating down to the ground as his body twitched and jolted as green bolts sparked against his flesh, the energy swirling around his stone. Demare carefully picked him up, stepping to the edge of the dome where the shadows opening up to release them before closing again behind them. Gently, he placed the fiend back down onto the snow, blank eyes watching him convulse. Idiot...Turning to the arena, the halfling lifted his right hand, muttering a strange language as red bolts of energy emerged from the shadows, the black dome growing smaller and smaller as his hand curled into a fist. After a few moments, the darkness was merely a little ball, about the size of a large marble, resting in the blanket of white next to his feet. Dropping down to his knees, Demare sighed, rubbing his eyes as he could see the dawn beginning to poke its head out in the east. Picking up the ball, he held it close to Chrys' stone, allowing the energy to be absorbed. The green fiend awoke groggily, his body feeling like it had about 1,000 bolts run through it. His black eyes lazily moved about the room, his small form sitting up and taking things in. The sun was up now, if one was able to see it through the thick clouds, and more snow was falling outside. There was a fresh new blanket on the ground, and a part of him wanted to play in it. ...WAITAMINUTE. His hands quickly frisked his body, blinking as he tried to figure out what was going on. Wasn't he hurt? Didn't he eat too much energy and DIE? His stone wasn't cracked or anything, and only his shadowy body felt achy. No physical damage whatsoever. Did any of that even happen...? Or was it just a really messed up dream. The fiend looked around for a moment, noticing that Demare wasn't in the room with him. Everything appeared to be intact, however, including the broken bed (which was now whole again). If he were able to, he would have been frowning, a part of him sad that none of that had happened. But then again, perhaps that was a good thing. Floating out into the hallway, he stopped and quickly went back into the room, instead peeking out of the doorway. He noticed Demare and Domonic standing outside, the blonde haired man looking rather angry. "I don't care WHAT happened, you still knocked a hole in your wall, broke your window AND your bed, and somehow managed to burn your hand in the process," he scolded, arms folded across his chest. "Nightmares, monsters, whatever you want to call them... You're still responsible." "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Demare sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand. "I don’t... I don't know what happened; I hardly even understand it myself. Just... I'll pay for it. It'll take me a while, but..." Domonic rubbed his temple and forehead, exhaling slowly. How Neko ever did any of this, he would never understand. He had his own way of doing things, and he felt it would be better for the house if he finally did something about it. "Don't... worry about it," he started, nodding his head a little bit. "This is the last time I'm fixing things, though. Come spring, I'm going to be moving everyone to the house I bought before your mothe--" "She's not my ********..." the Legend bit his tongue, clasping a hand over his mouth for a moment. "I... I'm sorry. Go on." "...before your mother died. I think that... it would be best for you, and possibly for everyone else... if you stayed here," he continued to say, turning his eyes to the floor. "Not everyone will want to move, so I'll leave you with this house and Merrimack or Tai-bo can help you take care of whoever stays behind." Demare closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as his wings drooped down. He couldn't believe this was happening... Actually, no, he could. "You never liked me, did you?" he asked, pursing his lips as he opened his eyes again, clenching his heavily bandaged fist a little bit. "You only tolerated me because she wanted you to." Domonic knew that was coming. "To be honest, no. You were a horrible child compared to your other side, you worried the hell out of Neko... You even caused her physical harm. But for God only knows what reason, she still loved you more than anything, and you didn't get that until it was too late." He dropped his arms down to his sides, his feet beginning to turn him around to head down the stairs. "However, I didn't know how much you meant to me, as well, until it was also too late. If I hated you, Demare, I would have thrown you out the first chance I had. However, the both of you mean a lot to this family, and you are still my son whether you think so or not. That in itself means that I will always love you, despite how it may seem. Now, go wash up and come downstairs... Some of the younger children are going to throw fits if they can't open their gifts soon, and Manny refuses to open them without you." The halfling turned on his heel and stepped back toward his room, stopping at the doorway as he noticed Chrys staring up at him with sad eyes. He merely blinked and walked right past him, making his way toward his dresser. "Don't look at me like that," he told him, shifting through his clothes. "I did what I had to do. You're lucky to be alive, I think. Anyway, I'll bring that thing with me next time I work... Maybe Athan will know something about it." The fiend was right by his side, brushing his fingers against the bandage. " You... save me." "What's your point?" Demare questioned, looking down at the shadow. He twitched as green arms were flung around his waist. " You DO care!! heart " "DAMN IT, CHRYS, GET OFF OF ME!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:41 am
Whispers in the Dark Chrys stared out of the window lazily, his chin popped up by his hands, his long fingers drumming themselves against his cheeks. His usually sharpied on smile was gone for now, having been 'washed' away from causing his body to dissipate into the air earlier. Layla had tried to pull on his horns this morning, and with her having the strange ability to touch him thanks to her magic, she was able to cause harm and he didn't like that. Now he was bored, having nothing to do with Demare helping the rest of the house pack their things. Drooping his head down, he lightly tapped his forehead against the glass, listening to his horns scrape against it. Luckily, they didn't make any physical scratches, otherwise he knew he'd be reprimanded later by Clare. The angel was no fun... but Demian was doing something in his realm, and had mentioned something about it not being safe to visit him this week. So now he was stuck with the crabby pants and the rest of the mortals, with no one to play with because everyone was LEAVING. This was not a fun week so far. The fiend began to wriggle and writhe as the sun peeked over the clouds, his inner voice hissing loudly as he quickly moved away. Evil bright thing in the sky... It HURT. He didn't need more dark spots on his green body. Chrys looked at the full-length mirror attached to the closet door. ...Well, he could use a few more freckles, maybe. Maybe a bracelet... Oooo! Another earring might look good! He could get some beads and make a string of... beads! That's what he would do. The shadow could make a gift for Clare! Maybe then the angel wouldn't be so grumpy and he'd want to play. Hovering closer to the mirror, he plucked the black sharpie that was attached to the frame with velcro off of its holder, undid the cap, and leaned in closer to his reflection. Ever so carefully, he drew on his toothy twisted grin, making sure every line was juuuuust right. The slightest mistake could ruin EVERYTHING, and he didn't feel like starting over today. The poor fiend looked like a woman trying to apply her lipstick. But... it was perfect! Bending back to see himself entirely, his black eyes checked over himself for a moment. He needed something else today... Placing a hand on his 'hip', he tapped the dry end of the pen against his cheek as he thought. What else... Oh! Carefully, he began to draw U shapes around the stone on his chest, making sure the ends met up with the green gem. Pulling the sharpie away, Chrys looked over his masterpiece. Yes. Now he was a FLOWER! Clapping his hands together happily, he shoved the cap onto the pen and threw it over his shoulder, not caring where it landed as he floated out of Demare's room and into the hallway. Now, where would he get those beads...? Layla likes craft things... Perhaps she'd have something. Making his way to the girl's room, the shadow made sure the coast was clear by sticking his head in through the wall. No one was in the room... PERFECT. Pulling himself the rest of the way into the frilly environment, Chrys got a brilliant idea. It was payback time. Had he a real mouth, it would have been curved up into an even more twisted smile than he already had on. Without any disregard for the fact that Layla didn't live in the room alone, the mischievous creature began by throwing the blankets on the floor, removing the pillows from their pillow cases, and pulling out every single drawer to both dressers, making sure to pull one out entirely for each one and leaving them on the floor. After that, he began to empty the closet, throwing clothes onto the bare beds, but stopped for a moment when he came to a particular dress. It was fairly plain, having long sleeves with a princess 'poof' by the shoulders, a high-cut neck line, a sash around the waist to tie into a bow in the back, and a long skirt with a white lace trim along the bottom hem. The dress was a deep red with black trim, and it reminded him of the purple haired child's normal outfit, only... girlier. Thinking for a moment, Chrys decided to put it on, slipping the garment over his head and pulling his arms through the sleeves. It didn't take him long to find the mirror, and his four eyes scrunched up with delight.  How absolutely DARLING! He felt so... PRETTY! He twirled around quickly, watching the skirt whirl around with him in the air, dancing to silent music. The shadow continued to float about the room until he suddenly stopped, slapping his hands over his mouth as if to keep himself quiet. His long, pointed ears twitched slightly, picking up a strange sound. Looking toward the door, he didn't see anyone outside, the creature floating closer to the wall in which he came. The sound had gotten quieter, which could only mean... ...something was in the room. Chrys quickly rushed back to the closet, grabbing a plastic container that contained all sorts of beads, strings, and wire to create jewelry. He needed to make a quick getaway before he was caught! Before he could dash out of the room, something immediately began to wash over him. The fiend quickly dropped down to the ground, huddled against the box in fear, confused as to why he was feeling this way. He could feel his very core reacting to something near by, causing him to react uncontrollably. Whatever he was feeling, it was coming from inside of the box. He had to find out what it was. He needed to know what he was feeling. It was almost... familiar somehow. Gathering up his courage, the shadow quickly made his exit with the box in tow, making sure no one was in the hallway before retreating to Demare's room and shutting the door behind him. While closing the door, the box slipped from the fiend's clumsy hands, the container falling to the floor with a crash as the lid flew off and spilled the contents from within. Beads and wire scattered across the hardwood floor, the round items rolling every which way. Chrys pulled at his crimped hair slightly, not knowing what to do. He'd made such a mess! A messy messy mess! ...But... it was so cool! There were beautiful colors EVERYWHERE!! Maybe Demare wouldn't be mad... Realizing he was still wearing the dress he'd tried on, the creature began to pull it off, clawing his way out as it almost got stuck on his head. The white slits in his head almost seemed to widen as the fiend felt another wave of feelings rush over him, this time being different. He still felt fear, but he also began to feel... relief. " Who is?" he demanded, hoping that whatever it was would hear him. " Who there?" Whatever it was, it didn't answer him back, but the feeling grew stronger as the shadow drifted further into the room. " Needs to know... Tell please. Who there? Friend? Mean? No scary, is nice! Show please. No hurts!" Chrys eyed the beads on the floor, continuing to call out to the ghost. It had to be around here somewhere... Oh, that one was different! Hovering by the desk now, he reached careful fingers down to grasp a peculiar stone that stood out from the rest, cradling it in his hands. The stone had a dark green rim with a pink middle, and it was emitting a strong presence. This bead was alive. " Is you?" he inquired, curling up in the air a little bit as he held the rock closer to his face. " You speak? Is found, is okay. Called Chrys! Name please?" The stone did not respond, only letting off a feeling of safety instead. For a brief moment, the fiend could almost see a dark wisp surrounding it. "Dere you are!" came a little voice from the door, the wooden panel creaking open. Chrys quickly turned around, startled by the fact that someone seemed to be talking to him, his eyes wide. Izumi stood at the door, Relentless perched on her shoulder. "Found you!" The shadow blinked a few times, confused. The littlest girl... she could SEE him? He watched as the toddler carefully made her way through the room, the young child wary of the beads all over the floor. It surprisingly didn't take her very long to reach him, and he could only hover before her in wonderment. "Give back?" she asked with a smile, holding out her left hand while pointing to the gem with her right. "My treasure. No stealy!" Stealy...? Chrys had stolen this from the girl? He hadn't meant to, he only found it! He placed the stone gently into the palm of her hand, staring as the tiny fingers closed around it. He flinched as her free hand moved, thinking that she was going to hit him, but was almost dumbfounded when she patted his head lightly. She was... rewarding him?? "Tank hou!" Izumi cheered before turning around and making her way out. "Chrys good!" Good...? Yes... yes! Chrys good! Of course he was good! ...Wait. She touched him. How could she touch him?? Did the littlest girl have powers like Layla? Or did it have to do with the stone? Now Chrys was confused, the little fiend lowering himself to the floor to sit down. Today was Sunday, wasn't it? Six more days until Demian came back. The creature began to wriggle and writhe on the floor. Why did he have to wait that loooooooong?!
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