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 Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 8:50 am
"The tone is because you started laughing for no apparent reason," Margem says, "Just to answer you. Seriously though, why the sudden laughter, or shall I forget about it?"
The fact that she noticed his laughter as more than just the reaction of a tired mind caught him of guard. "I'm just tired." he said doing his best to hide his thoughts.
Margem smiles, raising her right eyebrow a bit in interest but keeps her interest down.
She hands him the keycard to his room and says, "The room is right around the corner here. It's a single occupant room and is a bit close to the lobby, in case something interesting happens."
Natsuko walked around the hotel. She filled out her form, but she's still unemployed. She knew she wasn't built for working.
>>((Ooc: He he he... *deep breath and shallow exhale* Reason to the time-period thing:
It's a long story, Natsuko, but Mr.Ownage and I are having 4 conversations at once. To make it easier on us, we've made the threads at different time periods - running into each other accidentally.
The cliff thread is the first time we met (a bit over 4 yrs. ago), then a party a 4 yrs. after the cliff, then another hotel "down the road" a few months after the party, then this one (a week after the other hotel).<<
"Although I doubt anything will," He says, "We appear to be the only ones here." Just the the elf turns and sees Natsuko. "Hello, I didn't quite catch your name on the cliff."
The redhead nods and mutters (instead of saying due to the fact that he has turned to Natsuko), "Well pointed out, Mr. Ownage."
Natsuko smiled at him, "Hi, I'm Natsuko, brunnette and unemployed." she said, and she stuck her hand out at him.
"I'm Mr. Ownage" he says, shaking her hand "The only elf you will ever see with naturally blue hair, as far as I know." The elf pauses for a second before continuing. "I'm a traveller, like Margem."
"Oh really? You're an elf? That's cool. I'm not a traveller. I'm just.....well, here." Natsuko smiled sadly.
"Having a definate place to live must be nice" the elf sighs.
The redhead smiles ever so slightly, listening to the conversation between Nat-chan and Mr. Ownage. She rearranges the desk again, trying to stay receptive and kind though she feels that she is detaching...
She shakes her head to clear it up and forces herself to think of positive thoughts.
The elf breifly turns to the Mystic. "You seem distracted by something." he says, noticing that she was not really focusing on what she was doing.
Margem shakes her head, writing something down on a piece of paper.
She puts the paper on her desk before saying, "I have to work on something real quick. I'll be back in a few minutes."
The redhead goes around the desk and passes out of the lobby, headed towards the bathroom. She blocks her tears until she makes it into the bathroom, sliding down the door until she sits against it, her head against the door.
A strange place to work on something, the elf notes but desides to let it go.
The redhead sobs sitting against the bathroom door, trying to figure out what to do. How could she keep it hidden? How long could she keep it hidden? He had almost hit on it every time they've been together since the cliff.
Mr. Ownage was the first guy since Ares that would care and listen. He was a caring being. However, the question came down to whether or not she'd be able to tell him about her genetics - the longevity of her race.
'Nine hundred years old,' she guardedly thinks, 'Old for a being that's not an elf... but against/compared-to Mystic's genetics...'
She sighs before standing up and going to the mirror. How can a being effect her so much, becoming attached to a being in only five years?
This time the elf heard her sobs. What did he do to make her so depressed?
'I don't want him to be worried, though. I don't want him to be too concerned, or my cover may be blown,' Margem thinks as she splashes her face with water and calming down, 'He's a friend that I keep running into, not a date. He's just a caring friend....'
She smiles slightly, gaining confidence at this thought. She nods as she repeats it to herself.
'That's all it is...'
The elf begins to grow concerned for the Mystic he had grown to like so much in such a short period of time.
The redhead rubs her forehead, sensing his concern for her. She knows she must leave the bathroom soon so he doesn't start asking questions. She washes her hands and dries them off as she ponders her reactions to the elf.
She fixes her hair, looking into the mirror and thinking, 'If only he wasn't so dear to me already. Then I could tell him without fearing loosing his friendship.'
Margem catches her breath, puts on a smile and returns to the lobby. On passing him, she catches a slightly concerned aura from him - unless her senses are changed around him, which they hadn't proved to be beforehand.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 12:10 pm
As she walks past him, the elf notices that her smile seems more forced than usual.
"Are you sure everything's OK?" he asks.
Margem nods ever so slightly before saying, "I had to fix my hair."
She slips behind the counter and takes her usual seat, unwilling to talk about the issue and trying to seem comfortable.
"Women" the elf thinks, slightly frustrated.
The redhead smiles, leans over the counter and says, "You know, I heard that."
"Just making sure you were awake" the elf jokes.
She raises her right eyebrow and says, leaning back to a proper position, "Sure..."
"Oh yeah," he says "You're telepathic. You know perfectly well I was getting frustrated by all the secrets you are keeping."
"Actually," Margem says with a slight smile, "You could call me psychic - a person with either telepathic abillities or clairvoyance. I'm both..."
She turns around and looks around the lobby before turning to him, "Yes, I heard what you thought and felt your concern. However, I do not wish to talk about it right now, not here."
"Will you ever" the elf says, noticing a pattern.
The redhead says, "Maybe... If we ever see each other after this meeting."
"That is seeming more and more likly with each meeting." the elf says, thinking back on the series of coincidental meetings.
Margem Okalwa laughs, "Our meetings have been a bit... arranged? No, not arranged. Maybe, as a few religious fanatics may say, predestined, if that's possible."
"It is always a posibility" the warrior says, "I just wonder, if that is the case, why is fate being so kind to me after what I did while defending your people?"
"I know I was defending the Mystics" the elf says his mind travelling back to those years. "It started 100 years ago, the humans feared the Mystics, I had been camping in a Mystic settlement for a coulpe weeks and had fallen in love with one who looks a lot like you, your mother perhaps, and I had sworn to defend her. I did just that. Many of the humans were from the village I was raised in. I had to kill some of my closest friends."
The redhead tenses before asking, "Did she have dark-blue, almost navy, hair or crimson red hair?"
She tenses because Margem has had a history of blacking out. A hundred years ago, around the time he is talking about, she had blacked out. Until recently, she had no idea why she blacked out. The reason - she had an alter ego, if that be the words.
The other Mystic woman that remains inside of her, sworn to stay until Margem finds someone to love, has dark-blue/navy hair, dark grey eyes and a fair complexion, yet all Mystics have a fair complexion.
If the lady Mr. Ownage talks about was a navy haired woman, it was Margem's other half. If not, she had nothing to worry about.
Margem crosses her fingers and hopes the lady did not have navy colored hair.
"Her hair was crimson," the elf says, remembering her perfectly "It matched your's almost perfectly." the elf again wonders if, perhaps, Margem was that Mystic.
Margem relaxes, her tension gone.
"It couldn't have been me because I was in a blackout at that time period. My mother, however... I don't recall my mother. She..." the redhead pauses, scratching her head, "She died before I was old enough to remember, maybe? I don't have any memories of her, nor my father..."
"We have the lack of knowledge of our parents in common," the elf says, pausing for a second, "Among other things."
"Lack of knowledge? Well...." the redhead ponders, "Yeh, sorta. But... I know that my mother was a redheaded Mystic whereas my father was a black-haired half Mystic. He was also half elf, for a twist I guess.
"How do I know that? Well, it's a bit of instinct that's in me, along with the psychic abilities and such... I just know that that's how they were, but I don't recall how they looked," Margem says thoughtfully.
"I know both my parents are elves and that at least one has blue hair" the warrior says, "But other than that I don't know anything about my real family."
The redhead bites her lower lip as she closes her eyes, "My family... I remember some about them, but I don't remember seeing them ever. ...I had a sister...."
Margem opens her eyes widely before saying, in a shocked tone, "You knew my sister!!!"
"You're kidding, right!?" the elf says, shocked to learn that his instincts had been wrong and he had not met Margem before the cliff. He knows however, that how he feels about her is not because of who he thought she was.
"The redheaded Mystic you knew a hundred years ago... she had light green eyes, right?" Margem asks, leaning forward with interest.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 1:38 pm
"Why, yes she did" the elf thinks that being beautiful must be a trait of that family. "I want you to know I did everything I could to defend her before I was captured and taken to the arena." The warrior shivers at the memory of that place, built much like the Roman Colessium and for the exact same purpose. "I really do not want to go there again."
"Arelen was her name.... I didn't know her well, though, because I was adventurous traveler of the family whereas she tried settling down," the redhead says thoughtfully, "She passed away after the attack, though... A severe wound to the chest... How I remember that, I don't quite know..."
Margem snaps out of her thoughtful mood and senses Mr. Ownage's negative mood. Sighing inwardly about how much she is getting into his life, she comes around the counter and sits next to him at his right hand side.
"What did I say about a year ago at the party? I said that you should live in the present, not the past. However...." she touches his arm gently, "However, this time, just let it go..."
"Yes," the elf said, "You're right. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring your mood down in any way. With a past as painful as mine you would think I would gladly let go of it." The elf sighed as he wondered why he had not let go of his past.
Margem smiles gently, her eyes starting to sparkle again with laughter, before she says, "It's nothing at all."
She then says, "I remember that my sister didn't like to be under the name Okalwa. Okalwa, in Mystic language, is traveller. She didn't want to be a traveller, so she dropped the family name and changed it to Eventol - the supporter.
"...Arelen Eventol was her name, but we never talked much because we were so different - her at home wanting a family and learn housecrafts as I was on the road wanting to see places and learn languages."
"Before a couple weeks ago I just wanted to be around you so I could remember the good times I'd had before....." the memory still pained him slightly "But now I have accepted that the past is over and I cannot change it. I have not have fully healed from her death but I have healed as much as it is possible to." Tears work there way down the elf's face, the glistening liquid emphasising the scar running from the tip of his left eye to the bottom of his face.
Her heart wrenching within to see him cry, she starts to tear up and she wraps her arms around his shoulders. She buries her face into his arm, wetting his sleeve with her tears. The redhead would love to say something, but finds that she cannot talk at all while her heart cries for him and for his past. Instead of talking, she just continues to hug him as she tries to comfort him.
The elf cheers up slightly at the fact that she carea so much about him, but her embrace is so simmilar to her sister's that he is not happy for long before he again breaks out in tears.
Margem senses his predicament so she pulls away and sits in her chair straight next to him, sighing lightly. She didn't want to leave his side, but... it seems that whatever she does right now reminds him of Arelen.
Tears come to her eyes as she thinks of the situation. Could he still be in love with her twin sister, the green-eyed Arelen? What about her, the grey-eyed Margem? Did her relationship with him have to be cut short because of how her sister had influenced him?
Her hand brushes his lightly before she goes around the counter to her secretarial position. A few customers enter, book rooms, and leave, not focusing on the blue-haired elf sitting at the counter across from the secretary.
When they leave, Margem leans forward and brushes wisps of hair out of Mr. Ownage's face, tucking them behind his ears. She, not trying to be like her sister in the least bit, wipes away his tears with her right hand before attempting a smile. It is difficult for her because her heart aches to see him cry.
"Don't worry that you are similar to your sister." he says "I have let go of that part of my past as much as I can." He reaches up and runs his right hand against her left cheek. "Your cheek is softer than hers, your face more accepting of travellers."
Margem sighs, leaning against his hand, as tears come to her eyes.
"Mr. Ownage," she half-says half-cries, "That's so kind of you..."
"I was merely saying what I feel is true" he says, brushing away her tears.
"Aww...." Margem groans, tears still coming to her eyes.
She blinks her eyes and opens them, the tears making her light grey eyes sparkle and shine with light. She shuts her eyes before leaning her cheek against more against his hand, grateful for the warmth of it against her cheek.
Another male being enters the resort.
"Yo Ownage!" He says "It's me: Ponworxz!"
The man runs up to him and the girl he's with.
Margem sits up straight, clearing her throat, before she says, "Welcome to the WizStar Resort. Would you like to book a room?"
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