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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:04 pm
Roleplay Log o2.
Contains: Jezebel, Selior, and Rinter. (And Rinter's robots.)
Purpose: Interaction? Starts as a kitchen run and ends in running from the FIFTH FLOOR MONSTER!
Length: 36 Posts. And smarted mouth and smacking comes around... Jezebel was pretty sure she'd get lost on her first time out. The mansion was big, it'd be inevitable. What she hadn't counted was on getting lost as bad as she was. She turned around, fuming, in a failed attempt to remember which way she'd come from.
That's what you get for wanderin' around without any help. She mused to herself, reaching up and pulling her hair through her very large hair. She pulled it back, and let it go with a soft sigh. "Fabulous." She muttered.
Jezebel spun around, and pointed straight ahead. "That way, then." She started walking. Maybe she'd run into someone who could point her in the direction of the kitchen. Or her bedroom, better yet! It was safer there. But she had to eat.
"OW! That hurts.. Sarah, Sarah!"
Rinter's voice suddenly peirced the world; rather..unhappy. He was gasping and struggling, or so it sounded, and if one listened just a little bit closer you could hear an odd snickering noise from another.
In the dining room, on the floor off to one corner, Rinter was on his back with .. something standing on his chest. His precious robot, which doubled as a bodygaurd it seemed, was locked in the kitchen, blocked off by three chairs.
As for the thing.. Well, that was Selior. Just not so human as he had been before. He wasen't entirely shifted, true, but he had grown atleast a foot taller and his face was hairy and .. well yeah, not human. His bright eyes remained as they always were, atleast.
He proceeded to snicker, resulting in an odd sound that was something between a dog growling in it's sleep matched with a parrot's attempt to repeat something it heard from a human. He was far too preoccupied with taunting Rinter, one massive leg on his chest to keep him pinned down, to notice another one approaching..
And Rinter was quickly turning various shades of purple.
She heard the yelling, and instinct demanded her to go and see. She went after the noise, and found herself upon the dining room. She peered in, and her eyes went wide at the scene before her.
A very... large. And furry Selior. She covered her mouth quickly before she could say anything, and even then, she still said it. It was just muffled, and hard to understand. She winced when she spoke behind her hand, and fumed a little, dropping her hand.
And then she repeated. If she said it once, might as well say it again. You're gonna be killed. She heard a small voice point out. She shut it up. "What're you doing to him!" She demanded, stepping into the dining room carefully. People should not turn purple.
Nor should they be furry, but, y'know, that was besides the point.
A sort of unintended snarl emitted from the werewolf as his face.. using the term loosely.. snapped up and saw the woman. Looking as confused as a werewolf could be, his leg relaxed.
Just enough for Rinter to slide out from under it. That's one thing you could give him, he's pretty fast for a brainy little nerd.
Coughing and gasping, (a bit overdramatically too, I might add) for air, Rinter started crawling tword the kitchen door. It looked quite pathetic, but his intentions were simply to release his robot so he could watch as it prodded Selior over and over with it's prod.
Selior, meanwhile, faced Jezebel. His muscles started contorting oddly, a disgusting gurgling sound came as his body began to shrink and hair flew away...
And in little time, (or a very long time, if your the type who gets stuck in those horrific slow motion moments) he was his same old, regular self.
He smiled. "Goodday, darling. And how may we help you?"
She watched the transforming with the face of a woman who had obviously never seen anything like that before. Part scared for her life, and part... Well. Fascinated. Which was a bad thing to be in horror movies, but in real life, it wasn't too horrible.
She smiled a little at him, 'darling' raising it out of her. Something she was used to, little pet names from strangers. "I was looking for the kitchen." She admitted, looking past him to the door blocked. "I'm goin' to assume it's occupied?" She lifted an eyebrow at Selior.
"Do you do that often?" She asked, watching him. "The..." She didn't know how to explain it, and instead made claws with her hands and growled at him to the best of her ability.
Which sounded like a very big cat purring. At best. She heard it herself, and flushed, rolling her eyes. "You know."
Selior gave her a large, albeit somewhat 'toothy' grin. He was clearly very impressed with her imitation, or more likely, that she was willing to do it. "Every now and then. Always on a full moon." The last part was accompanied with a wink, and then he sighed as he watched Rinter struggle to move the chairs.
He did, eventually. It just took him, a grown man, much longer than dignity would allow to move three dining chairs. But when he did! A little robot zoomed out quite 'angrily'.. though perhaps Rinter is the only one who could truly tell when a robot does anything 'angrily.'
"Now you're in for it!" Rinter said, hand on his throat as if it hurt. Which, it did.. a little. "Y-you.. you would be best to get away from him, woman. He's in a foul mood... and.. and .. well you saw what he did to me!"
That 'toothy' grin of his was cute. Bad. Down. This wasn't her world, and maybe she'd be sent back one day. No use in getting attached, really. Stage one: Denial. She returned the grin, and nodded a little, amused.
She turned her look over to Rinter, and watched him move the chairs. She blinked at the little robot, and looked amused. "What is that thing?" She asked, unable to quench her curiosity. What would it hurt to learn a couple things?
Jezebel lifted an eyebrow at Rinter, amused, and shook her head. "I don't think he'd do it to me, though." Nonetheless, he was probably hurt. "Are you okay?" She asked, watching Rinter as she moved to go into the kitchen. She was hungry, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to leave her room.
"His girlfriend." Selior awnsered quickly.
Rinter scoffed, "She is my computer, Sarah." He said very 'I'll have you know' ish. He crossed his arms and gave her a semi-glare that looked more suspicious than anything as she walked past him. He fidgeted uncomfortably and shook his head. "No!" He said.. this time in a very 'duh!' tone.
"Oh, you are so, I've done worse.. Like that time you're arm went all the way to the-"
"I hate you!"
"Rinter, go help her find food, won't you?"
Rinter considered a moment and then, without any sort of nod or show of aggrement, he grumpily went after the woman into the kitchen. "So what do you eat? ..."
Jezebel rolled her eyes a little, amused at the bickering, and went to the cupboards, digging around. She looked over, and lifted an eyebrow. "Food." What sort of a question was that?
"I ain' no vegetarian if that's what you're askin'." Jezebel smirked a little, and climbed up onto the counter smoothly, digging around. She hopped down, no luck there. She closed the cabinet, and turned. And that's when she saw the fridge. "..."
Duh, Jeze.
She went to the fridge, amused, and looked over. "You want anythin' to eat?" She asked after a minute, eying him. "Or are you too hurt to eat?" She lifted an eyebrow at him, smirking. She'd ask the wolf person too, just to be fair.
Honest! It was just to be fair. ... No, seriously!
"No. I don't partake of substinance down here.. you people accumulate the most disturbing bacterea.." Rinter said blankly. "A vegetarian? Ah yes. I've heard of this. The type among your people who refuse to slaughter animals for food.. Amazing, that practise is still around? Disgusting!" It was of course unclear whether he was referring to the vegetarian part or the killing animals part.
He was probably just looking for something to argue about anyway.
There was a loud 'OW' and then the sound of something metallic banging against a wall from the dining room. Sarah, apparantly, had her revenge.. that much was clear at the very least from Rinter's now rather sinister smirk digging it's way across his face. "Justice is sweet, don't you think?" He thought outloud.
She nodded to him. "Your call." She moved past him, to go and ask Selior if he wanted something, and lifted an eyebrow at the declaration of pain. She couldn't help the vague snort and looked over.
"If it's the right kind'a justice." She replied, peering in curiously to see what the computer had done to the poor Selior. Couldn't do much damage, though, could it?... Even so.
"You okay in here?" She asked, peering out cautiously. Girl didn't want her head taken off or anything, now!
"Theres a wrong kind of justice?" Rinter asked, raising an eyebrow aswell. "If there is, which I doubt, because I've never heard of it before, than in this case it most certainly isnt. That half dog terrorizes me and my scientific endevours constantly." Rinter had taken to more or less pouting. Then he seemed to come to the grand conclusion that he was still ranting at a stranger, to which he shut up and returned his semi glare, suspicious look on her.
"Peachy." Selior growled. He was in the middle of playing basketball with the little robot, weilding a chair leg ruthlessly ripped off one of the gorgeous dining chairs. To his great annoyment, Rinter had installed the robot with rather impressive evasive qualities - he had learned from his prior mistakes.
"So are you going to get food or not!?" Rinter more or less snapped, his arms folded infront of him as tight as they could possibly go. His face twitched oddly here and there, in obvious discomfort.
Jezebel looked over. "Even the best things can be wrong." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "Just because you've never experienced it doesn't mean it isn't there." She added, watching him. She lifted an eyebrow at the partial glare, and rolled her eyes at him. She turned, and lifted an eyebrow, watching the game between Selior and the robot.
She couldn't help the twinge of a smirk.
However, at Rinter's snapped question, she turned, and narrowed her eyes. "I'm more than capable of getting my food myself, thank you. I didn't ask you to help me." She pointed out, glaring at him slightly. "You want t'leave? You know where the door is." And though she could have said it in any fashion, it didn't come out as mean. It came out as defensive. She walked to the fridge to get her food, determined to prove that she could, indeed, do it on her own.
"Oh, don't flatter yourself! I was merely in here so I could get away from him when the lightshow started." He snapped again. Then he scoffed indignantly, something that was becoming a rather common thing with him. "And I was going to warn you, too, but see if I care now!" He snapped again and quite snootily marched to leave.
He opened the kitchen door just in time to see..
WHACK!
followed by...
BOOM!
It was, infact, a spectacular lightshow. Poor Sarah got slammed into a wall, leaving a blackened hole in the wall.. and a dismantled robot. In a flash of light and light surges, Sarah gave a 'BuzzzZzzzzz...zz..z..z......'
"Sarah!" Poor Rinter cried, falling to his knees.
Selior threw the chair leg over one shoulder, and gave Rinter a smirk. "That was fun. Make it a little harder next time, won't you?"
Jezebel heard the rather loud BOOM! and rushed to see what it was. She stared at the hole, blinking, and then saw the dismantled robot. She frowned slightly, and watched Rinter's reaction. Then she frowned.
"If it's that fragile, why would you put it against a... Bigger opponent?" She lifted an eyebrow slightly. She didn't mean to sound so mean but it was just common sense, wasn't it? She looked at Selior, and blinked.
"So I think it's safe to assume that happens a lot?" She asked, curiously.
"Less these days than at first. I used to go through two or three a day back when.. he's been tougheing the old broad up some." Selior said, smugness oozing out of his voice as he tapped the 'bat' on his shoulder a few times.
Rinter composed himself miraculously and went over to salvage bits of his Sarah. "I'm a step ahead of you, fool.. I've got a back up model in the lab. And I know exactly what improvements to make this time." Rinter hissed.
Looking back at Jezebel, Rinter rolled his eyes. "Oh? And make an even larger surface area by which to be hit upon? The key here is mobility.. and tougher shelling, perhaps. But it's just so hard to find type A sterilized ion plating in this 'world'.." Rinter complained.
"So anyway, did you find a room you like last night?" Selior asked, happily. If he had infact been in a foul mood before it had faded now.. destroying Rinter's robots always made him feel happy.
Jezebel snorted slightly, and nodded at him, smiling a little. "I see." She shook her head, and watched him. Then she shrugged at Rinter, glancing over. "A tougher shell might be a good idea if he uses them for baseball practice." She replied, sniffing lightly and rubbing her nose.
She looked at Selior, and smiled a little, nodded. "I did. Arisia helped." She answered, rubbing her neck. "Y'want anything to eat?" She asked, turning and disappearing back into the kitchen.
"I had meant to ask before." She said over her shoulder, back to the fridge to get the food out. "But you looked so... Into your little game." The smirk in her voice was as faint as she could get it. She didn't want to upset Rinter, really. Anymore than he was, anyway.
"I already ate!" Selior declared happily. "There's a farmer only a few hours run from here, leaves his barn open at night.. those cows make good-"
"Selior." Rinter quickly interrupted.
"What? Oh, come on.. it isn't like it's any worse than how they were going to die anyw-" Selior began to defend, before being interrupted again.
"Selior! We talked about this!" Rinter whined.
"Yeah.. we also talked about your robots, didn't we?" Selior snapped back, taking a seat at the table. "So anyway, what room did you take? Like, what floor? Because none of us have gone into the fifth floor yet.." He said in his best 'creepy' voice. "We've heard stuff coming from up there, though." He added.
Rinter rolled his eyes, not that Jezebel could see from where she was. Over all he seemed quite composed considering his 'breakdown' only seconds before.. he probably was infact quite used to the destruction of Sarah's 'hub.' Infact, in a secret way he appreciated it because it allowed him to improve her each time.. but far be it from him to ever tell Selior that.
Jezebel made a face, making herself a sandwich and trying to ignore Selior's description of his 'meal'. She came out with the sandwich in her hand, and looked at Selior, smiling a little. "For future reference, I'd rather not know about that." She replied, amused.
Jezebel blinked at the question, and tried to remember. "I... think it's on the third floor." She lifted an eyebrow, amused. "So, you haven' checked it out." She put her free hand on her hip. "Are you scared?" Jezebel didn't believe in ghosts, or vampires, or any of that paranormal mumbojumbo.
Except werewolves, but that was only because she was in the present company of one. That didn't count, kthnx.
Selior scoffed. "You don't see me gettin' all twitchy when you freaks start downing leaves and plant fruit.. things." He muttered defensively, crossing his arms.
Rinter rolled his eyes again.. and then got a curious look on his face; obviously thinking of something.
"Yes. I'm terrified." Selior then replied to her latest question blankly, in a flat tone.
"Selior, how do you stay alive? I mean, you eat so much meat.. your must intake enormous amounts of protein daily, and I don't think I've ever seen you drink water.." Rinter suddenly cut in, looking at Selior expectantly.
Selior shrugged, "That's because beer is alot better than water. Hey, miss 'diva,' I think we should all set out on an expedition to that haunted fifth floor of ours, don't ya think?"
Jeze couldn't help but laugh a little at the defensive Selior, and shook her head a little, taking a bite of her sandwich calmly. She lifted an eyebrow at Rinter's question, ignoring Selior's flat answer.
She looked at Selior, blinking, and then looked amused at his answer. And even moreso at his question. "If you want to." She shrugged at him. "I'm certainly not going to believe it's haunted until I see something with my own two eyes." She pointed at her eyes to emphasize, and then took another bite of her sandwich.
And it was already almost gone. Jezebel took big bites when she ate. She chewed and swallowed her food thoughtfully, and then looked at Selior and Rinter.
"All of us, or just us three?" She asked curiously.
"Oh, I don't care. I'm not sure if any of the others are up for it, though." Selior said. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, causing it to give a pained crack. Rinter, who had sat down aside the werewolf, scooted away from him when he heard that. "Don't break another one, Selior.."
"And personally, I think most of them are gonna get outta this place as soon as they can, too. Well, maybe not the new prince, 'cause he likes me." Selior continued, utterly ignoring Rinter.
"What do you think of the others, .. uh.. .. what was your name again?" Selior continued, eyebrows furrowing.
"Oh, what does it matter. Women like her all have the same name anyway." Rinter muttered, a little louder than he had intended to say .. causing him to get somewhat red in the face.
Jezebel nodded a little and shrugged, leaning against the wall and watching the two interact wordlessly while she ate her sandwich. She snorted a little at the crack, and finished her sandwich off fairly quickly, eying her fingers for any traces of food left from the sandwich.
She perked up when she heard Rinter's comment, and she narrowed her eyes. "Is that why Selior bullies you? Because you're such an a**?" She asked bluntly, lifting an eyebrow at him. She looked at Selior. "It's Jezebel." She was sorely tempted to smack Rinter for the comment, but she didn't know him enough to be sure she'd get away with it without harm.
"Anyway." She rolled her eyes a little, and crossed her arms over her chest, watching them. "I'm ready when you two are." She said boldly, all too ready to disprove any theory of paranormality on the fifth floor. Honestly, just because it was unused...
Rinter blinked, "A donkey? Is that an insult?"
Selior laughed, his chest barreling backwards into the chair.. crack.. craaAAack.. pop! Boom. Ow! Poor doggy.
Rinter stood up and dusted chair debris off himself. "I'm not going until I'm properly armed. I've lost three scout units up there - I'm getting Sarah V.521." He said confidently, a smirk appearing on his lips as if the peculiar pleasures he took out of life were about to come into play. He turned tword the exit of the dining room and took a few steps before turning slightly tword Jezebel, "You still look hungry.. Oh, what am I saying? You obviously need to watch your weight."
Selior moaned something about how they needed stronger chairs as he fought with chair legs for freedom. "Yeah .. yeah okay, we can go.. stupid.."
Jezebel rolled her eyes a little, annoyed that her insult had been brushed off because obviously Rinter hadn't gotten it. She jumped as the chair broke and Selior hit the ground, and she looked a little amused. "Are you okay?" She asked, covering her mouth to keep from laughing.
Of course, all feeling of laughter died at Rinter's hint at her weight. Her eyes darkened, and she glared at him. "Is it possible to kill him and not get in trouble for it?" She looked at Selior, fuming. "That stupid pale little nerd..." It was the most she could come up with, she was that agitated. "I do not need to lose any weight." She crossed her arms, seething. She was pretty, damnit.
Of course, a tiny little part of her started nitpicking. You could stand to lose a couple pounds... She refused to show that thought physically, though, and buried it away to let it fester until later.
Rinter shook his head at Jezebel, the faint smirk on his face making it apparant he was greatly pleased with himself. "... Yeah!" Was all he managed while he left the dining room rather quickly, as if somewhat scared at the same time.
"He takes 'nerd' as a compliment, darling." Selior explained with a roll of his eyes while breaking the last chair leg in two, glaring at it spitefully. "Stupid chairs." He muttered again while getting up. "Not get in trouble? Well, I suppose you could try.. but unless you're a werewolf or an insane genius or have a physco-twin personalitiy, I don't think you'd have much luck. Holes himself in that lab of his with the robots mostly, and most of the robots have them zapper things." Selior muttered, obviously he was closely aquainted with the zapper things.
"So, he will probably want to meet us around the stairway if you still wanna go. Less your gonna moap about what he said or something..." Selior ended, giving the woman a look with an eyebrow raised that said something along the lines of how pathetic he thought such an action would be.
She watched Rinter take off, and couldn't help but feel slightly smug. He acted kinda scared. That made her feel a smidge better.
Jezebel grumbled, and put that aside for later. And also added 'Find names that annoy the nerd' on her To-Do list. She made a face at the mention of zapper things, not wanting to be zapped by anything, let alone robots. She nodded a little, and rubbed her nose. "I'll just find some other way to get back at him, then." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, nodding sagely.
Jezebel blinked at him, and at the idea of going to mope because someone called her fat. "Ohh no. I'm not givin' him the satisfaction of shooin' me into my room because he called me fat." She snorted at him. "Lead the way, by all means." She waved at Selior patiently, since she didn't know where the stairway was herself. Damned if she'd give Rinter the satisfaction of chasing her off!
"Fine!" Selior barked.. but not literally, no worries! He marched tword the exit of the dining room, pushing the door open he turned back to look at her. "Well, could of fooled me. I've seen women break down to tears, cancel engagements and cut all their hair off over lesser things. Women are pretty cra- er, this way." He declared.
He went to lead her off to the main stairway. It was the grand thing, with the wide entrance that tapered off as you gained floors. Once you got past the third floor, the stairway was a great deal thinner than it started and twisted upwards in a spectacular fashion - ornate carvings on the walls and the like. Of course, the carvings were quite odd.. the type to be decyphered later by someone who had nothing better to do, perhaps. Mostly people in odd positions with odd expressions carrying odd, seemingly random items.
But that wasen't until later, was it?
Rinter did, eventually, find his way to the stairway, looking for the other two. He had with him two robots this time, one looking simmilar to the one previously designed.. the other seemingly 'tougher' with a great deal of those 'zapper prods' on it.
Jeze's eyes danced when he cut off, an amused grin playing on her face. "Yes, well, I'm proud to declare I'm not that crazy." She promised, walking with him.
Jezebel had all but decided to smack the hell out of Rinter when she saw him again, however the two robots deterred her decision. Especially the one with prods on it. She didn't want to experience pain, thank you very much. ...I'll just smack him later, then! She mused to herself, shooting a glare at Rinter, before looking at the stairs.
Dark eyes scanned over the carvings as they came into her line of vision, curiosity pricking at her to go and figure out what they meant, if they meant anything at all. But she let it go, there were other things to be discovered on this particular night.
Rinter gave Jez the honor of his.. ignoring her entirely. He tapped away at his little computer as the ascended the floors, monitoring things, looking over readings... listening to his robots beep.
Selior marched up the stairs boldly, like someone staking out territory to mine gold. Finally, they reached the fifth floor. "Here's your stop." He said as he left the stairway and stepped onto the dark wood floor of the place. It was dark. The light's didnt work, and it had an odd smell.. the kind of smell a place gets when it's been sitting somewhere for ages and nothing inside of it has moved.
"Great, looks like we gotta go get a flashlight or so-"
"Oh, you simpletons." Rinter said with a snort. Punching something into his computer, a 'beep' later Sarah, the not so scary robot, was boasting a beaminglight that lit up their immediate area. "There we go. Sorry, Miss Jezebel, but we can't do with the much more flattering dimmer lights when we have actual work to do." Oh.. he was on a roll.
Well atleast in his own mind. He was clearly getting rather hyper, or something.
And that was just fine to Jezebel, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself if he spoke to her again anyway. She followed after Selior and Rinter, looking around absently as they walked. Silently cataloguing, in case she got lost again.
She blinked when the dark they were in became bright, and went to comment on the state of the area they were in, when Rinter's mouth went at it again. Jezebel decided that the robot was a small price to pay to shut him up. She rounded on him, and...
SMACK!
"If you're gonna run your mouth, do it when I have proper lightin' to see if I leave a mark!" She snapped, glaring at him slightly. Then she promptly turned away from him, and started to walk ahead to see if she could find anything. Anything to distract her from that annoying little twerp.
Rinter.. quite simply.. broke out in tears. It wasen't a manly thing, sure, but he didn't care. It hurt, and though he had certainly been hurt worse, some girl smacked him for no reason at all. Poeple were always just so mean to him for no reason!
Selior couldent help but giggle again, which wasen't manly either, but atleast in Selior's case the giggling sounded quite odd in an almost masculine way. He eventually took chase of Jezebel as she wondered around through the HAUNTED floor of doom.
As far as whever Jez was.. there were lots of mirrors, lots of shadows, open rooms, grasping curtains and covered portraits.
And the mirrors, of course, could always give way to creeping out people. Especially girls who had still yet to get their real bearings on where they were, among other things! She spun around to ask Selior something, since she certainly wasn't talking to Rinter.
And she could have sworn something dashed across her line of vision. She tensed up completely, and looked around, eyes wide. Nothing but mirrors, and covered up portraits. So she thought. She turned back again, and there it was again!
Gone before she could see it. As much as Jezebel hated to admit it... She was scared. "I think we oughta go now." She whispered loudly, eyes wide. "I swear to God, somethin' keeps runnin' past me." She started moving forward quickly, and then heard something.
She let out a horribly undignified squeak, and bolted right into Selior. "I heard something let's get out of here before something eats us!" It wasn't her... proudest moment, but damnit, she was scared now!
Selior blinked, that blank look on his face again. At being run into he stood, unflinching, the girl likely to bounce off him like a pebble against a wall. And it wasen't exactly his fault, either, he had the fortitude of a tank, afterall!
"Ugh, girly feelings coming back, arent they?" He muttered, looking around the place. "I didn't see anything."
"There isnt anything here." Rinter said, between sobs, while still rubbing his cheek. "They've already done.. sc..scans.." He said, giving Jez a hurt/mad at/glare look. That is when Rinter's 'bodygaurd' robot had it's breakdown. Spazzing out for apparantly no reason at all, the thing sizzled and fell the ground as if dead. Ka-boom.. byebye.
"Yeah, let's go." Rinter started running down the stairs.
Jezebel bounced back, and caught herself before she could fall to the ground. She shook her head at him, too freaked out to be annoyed at him. "Girly feelings my a**, I saw something!" She proclaimed, determined that she did in fact see something.
She frowned when she heard Rinter's proclamation that there was, indeed, nothing there, and went to argue when his robot decided to die. One hand rested on her hip in a matter of factly way, and she snorted at him. "Nothing here, huh!?"
She started down after Rinter, stopping at the stairs to look back at Selior. "Come on, we can check it out when it's lighter out." In the day, nothing bad could get you if you opened the windows, right? Right. "Well, c'mon!" She urged, starting downstairs quickly after Rinter. She'd feel bad about making Rinter cry later, when they were safe from freaky fifth-floors.
Selior decided to make a point and took his sweeeeet time coming back downstairs. He even hummed some 'happy' melody mockingly at the other two. Meanwhile, Rinter was on the first floor already, huddled against a wall looking all mad/scared/hurt/terrified/frazzled/ tickedoffanotheroneofhisrobotsdied ish. Oh, yeah, that was a noble adventure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:06 pm
Mechanical Bird It took Rinter quite awhile to find Jezebel's room. When he did, however, the impatience he had been building up vanished away - and a very coy, contended grin took his face.
He looked in either direction and knelt down quietly, carefully removing a book from a pack he brought with him. Trying not to make a sound, he set the book down against her door with a note tucked into where the book was bookmarked. The note read:
Quote: Dearest Jezebel, It happened to cross my mind last night, through the aching of my jaw and cheek, that perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. You must know that I think nothing but the best of you, and wish to repair our relationship so that we may blossom into the best of friends. So, please accept this book aswell as my apologies and fuzzy, little warm emotions. (I have also, just because I thought of you, left the mark in a section I think you will find particularly useful! 'Food and How It Affects Your Moods') All of my 'love,' Rinter  Adona Benedicta Jezebel was debating on getting something to eat or not. It couldn't hurt to have a piece of toast, her stomach's grumbling was beginning to get a little annoying. She hated that she let that little wormish Rinter get to her by calling her fat. She knew she wasn't fat, in fact she was actually small! She could stand to gain a couple pounds!
Don't you DARE! A voice shrieked at her. She hated that little voice something fierce. Nonetheless, she would never gain weight on purpose! It wasn't attractive, and a girl like her had to look her best. Even if it meant starving for a little while. But that was healthy!
... Sort of.
"A piece of toast wouldn't ********' hurt, damnit." The brunette decided, and with a stamp of her foot, she started walking to the door. She threw it open, in all her determination to get her toast before her head decided to act against her, when she heard a small thud.
She looked down, and saw a book. She blinked, and crouched down, picking it up. She eyed the book, and then saw the title. Her face turned a little red, and she felt her blood begin to boil. Oooh, that little worm.
She tore through the book, and saw the note. She read it, and then crumpled it up, fuming. "That little ********--" She slammed her door, appetite ruined, and threw the book onto her bed.
He's just trying to help, you know. You really ought to lose weight. She rolled her eyes a little at her voice, and walked to the bed. She picked the book up, debating internally on if she should shred it, or burn it and send the ashes to him in a vase...
When her fingers flipped open to the chapter he'd marked. It couldn't hurt to read it. That's a good girl...
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:07 pm
Roleplay Log o3.
Contains: Selior, Muse, Rinter, Diarmad, Jezebel, and Xania.
Purpose: A social meeting, Jezebel meets Diarmad and Xania.
Length: 48+ posts.A creepy, overgrown garden visit... When one found themselves in a garden, one expected to be surrounded by majestic trees and lovely flowers that bloomed prettily in their well-maintained flower beds. Everything should be ordered and neat. At least that was the type of garden Diarmad was used to. Not this overgrown, crazy looking jumble of green that he'd gotten lost in within two minutes of entering. It was more like a forest than a garden, and ten times more creepy.
The prince folded his arms over his chest and stared around, wondering why he'd ever listened to the impulse to explore. He already had a number of scratches. The fact that he'd been the one that had walked straight into the thornbush because his head had been in the clouds didn't matter at all. This was all the gardens fault. Still, at least it was a nice quiet place to sit and relax.
And think.
Finding a convenient bench Diarmad took a seat and put his head in his hands. It wasn't often that felt like everything was spinning out of control, but this last day or so had been a bit much. He just need a moment to get everything into perspective.
Selior let out a loud, happy 'Aaaah' as he breathed in the fresh air. He streached out and looked quite content...
..veeery much unlike Rinter. "I hate plants." Rinter declared, to nobody in particular because, well, nobody cared. "I hate being outside. I hate this entire house, actually, but I particularly despise these pla-"
He was cut off by a flute. Muse, having previously found a flute and not left the poor thing along since, declared an abrupt note that seemed to meet its purpose when it interrupted Rinter's complaining. When he shut up, so did she, while nodding at him triumphantly.
"Come on, darling." Selior decided, holding his arm out for Muse. She daintily took it and pranced along with him.
"I'm coming already, stop nagging me!" Rinter, meanwhile, had whined. The little trio (though their inability to shut up for longer than three seconds probably already long since gave their preasance away) headed over tword Diarmad. At spotting him, Selior seemed even a bit happier. "Well hello there. Want us to take the other, less scenic route and leave you to your peace?"
Jezebel's scare on the fifth floor had left her wary of the rest of the large house, but not of the outdoors. She wandered outside quietly, reaching up and checking that her hair was in place and off of her shoulders. Sure that she wouldn't get hot thanks to her rather large amount of curls, Jezebel went out into the sunlight, and stared at the beautifully wild garden before her. "Oh wow..." She whispered, looking around.
She was a little nervous about stepping into the crazed garden, but eventually she did, and walked out into the garden curiously. Jezebel wandered into the garden, until she heard a series of noises that could only be the folks of the house. She debated on going to see, and finally caved, walking towards the noise quietly. She'd just check it out and go off on her own, that was all! No harm done.
Jezebel neared them, and tried to stick to the greenery, hoping to blend in and be missed by the others. Sometimes it was just funner to observe then partake.
What was happening back home? Had the sickness taken his father or had assassins used his absent to finish the job more quickly? Was everything falling apart? Was there even a back home? After all, apparently he wasn't real. Oh no, these were bad thoughts. It was a good thing that a set of voices happened to interrupt Diarmad's thought process.
Running a hand through his hair, as he often did when feeling a little overwhelmed, Diarmad dropped his hands between his legs and gave the trio a smile. "No, no. Please stay." Rinter might not be his favourite person in the world but he enjoyed the company of Selior and Muse, and any one of them would be good to keep his mind of things.
He waved a hand to the space beside him, offering them a place.
"Alright then. Enjoying the gardens? Watch out for the man eating plants." Selior said happily. Muse nudged him in the ribs some, causing him to crack a grin, "Well, thats what I think happened to Rinter's last robot anyway. So what are you doing out here?" Selior began.
Muse promptly went and sat next to the prince. And while Rinter's first reaction was to sit aswell, and he had jolted over to do so, he gave the prince a second glance and appeared to 'suffer' and stand rather than 'suffer' the princes' closer preasance.
And Selior would of stood, anyway. He needed to streach, too much being caught up in the house and not enough being outside and running.
Muse, meanwhile, held up her floot ((lol, flute! wow, go me awesome typo)) for the prince to see. She seemed quite proud of the instrument, which was probably (at it's best time) a fairly nice creation.. but had decayed some in quality and craftsmanship through the years. As if to further the thought, she played a quick note on the flute.. a ranged little 'da-ta-da!' type thing.
"Yeah, that hasen't stopped since she found the stupid thing. Don't you feel bad for us? Especially for those of us with better hearing." Selior muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
Rinter sighed, "I still say we just break it."
At that comment, a rather unpleasant note played out of the flute.
"Man eating plants?" Diarmad actually seemed alarmed by that prospect before he decided Selior must have been joking. Of course, looking around, he wouldn't put it past the place. There could be anything in here.
"Mm... I was just thinking." He replied guardedly, before turning his attention to Muse. With a grin he admired the instrument, tapping his foot a little as she set off a serious of notes. "Very nice."
Hearing it reminded Diarmad of one of his few joys when back home trying to run a kingdom. "It's a lovely sound. If you play it a little faster, it would be great to dance to." A wide grin spread across his face, giving him a more boyish appearance.
Muse turned her head to the side. She looked quite thoughtful for a moment before she smiled back and lifted the flute to play again; indeed, playing faster in a far more 'danceable' tune.
Selior cleared his throat, "Yup, so much for thinking. Man's lot in life, to suffer along with the noises women make.. and here we thought for just the slightest moment Muse was the perfect woman. Shall we dance, Prince?" He ended abruptly, in the same tone as the rest of what he said. He gave a mock, formal bow that on him looked quite awkward and held out his hand very expectantly.
Rinter scoffed and crossed his arms. "This should be good."
Diarmad clapped his hands together in delight. Now he just needed someone to dance with. Oh, here we go!
"It would be my pleasure." Rising gracefully he returned the bow, putting his hand in Selior's and moving instantly into the familiar position. Selior was currently in the lead, so Diarmad simply settled in and waited.
While he did so he glanced mischievously over at Rinter and called, "Said by the person who probably cannot dance, eh? You should let loose a little."
And then the dance began.
The look on Selior's face clearly said two things. First: not a fiber of his being knew how to dance in such a manner, and second, not a fiber of his being thought that the Prince would take him up on his offer.
Not one to back out of a challenge, however, Selior attempted to very oddly lead the prince around in off-circles, only 'accidently' pommeling at his feet half a dozen times. "Uh.." Selior muttered uncomfortably.
Rinter snorted, "Perhaps I just prefer to dance with women?"
And that was when the music jumped. Muse apparantly couldent keep her calm with that comment, and gasped a bit before quickly trying to catch her note. Selior, also, coulden't help but laugh.. (and that was a good excuse to delay the dancing a little.)
"Women, Rinter, do you even know what a woman is? You know.. ah, forgive me! I forget we are.. before a prince at times." Selior grinned again. "And if you haven't noticed, I haven't a clue how to dance."
It took about two seconds for Diarmad to realize that Selior had no clue what he was doing. Still he followed along, doing his best to keep his feet from getting trod on too many times while ginning like a Cheshire cat. By all appearances Diarmad was having the best time he'd had since he'd gotten there.
They stopped for a moment. Diarmad quirked an eyebrow at Rinter's comment, inwardly chuckling at Selior's reply. "Perhaps..." He began slowly in a dry tone. "... You have a stick shoved too far up your a**."
Diarmad repositioned his and his dancing partners hands, putting on Selior's waist and putting Selior's on his shoulder. "Mm, yes. I figured that." Now placed in the lead position he gave Selior a toothy grin. “Ok. Now, when I put my foot forward you take a small step back and vice versa, our feet need to move (insert explanation on how to ballroom dance)."
After a few minutes of explaining, Diarmad seemed satisfied. "Ready?"
Selior stared at Diarmad blankly. "No." He said. "Wait! This is the way the girl dances, huh?! I ain't learning how to dance like no girl!" He decided quickly, making quite a protest.
And while Rinter would of loved to make a comment about that, he was far too hurt about the stick comment. He was giving Diarmad all kinds of glares and such, his arms couldent of been crossed any tighter and still allow him to breath.
"Why don't you 'court' Rinter, 'good prince.'" Selior suggested sarcastically..and then adding, quite unsarcastically, "He's got a better frame to play the girl, anyway. Look at him, so skinny!" Selior teased.
Rinter scoffed, "Why I put up with you people..."
Diarmad gave Selior a look that left to room for complaints. "Tsk. It is the enjoyment of the dancing that you should focus on." Now that he had a chance to dance, even if it was with a muscular guy, there was no way Diarmad was going to end this day without it.
"You were listening to my explanation right?" Diarmad could almost feel the glares Rinter was giving him. But he couldn't care less. Things were much too enjoyable right now.
"He's really not my type." He said flippantly, eyes sparkling with teasing amusement. "Now, Lady Muse, your lovely music if you please." Unless Selior forcefully pulled away, the dance would go ahead.
And then, if Selior pulled away, Diarmad would be forced to find someone else to dance with. That would be such a shame.
Selior glared at the prince. "First of all, princey, don't tell me what to do! I don't want to.. yes I was listening!" He scoffed.
Rinter shook his head, "I'm too good for him.. in.. so many ways." He said defensively. He marched over to Muse and sat next to her, crossed his legs and probably crossed his toes too. Because that's what he did when he was mad.
After a few moments consideration, Selior sighed. He had plenty of beers that morning, so why not? Wasen't like he haden't danced with a guy before (though in that case he was mostly a werewolf and the other guy was mostly dancing for his life.. long story.) "Alright, fine.. but if anyone ever asks if this happened. It didnt. Got that Rinter? It didn't. You too Muse."
Rinter had a rather peculiar look on his face. Muse, meanwhile, nodded; happy to be of service. She lifted the flute and began to play again.. only a little faster this time, if only to further unsettle poor Selior.
At Selior's annoyed words Diarmad only smiled. He had a feeling he was going to get exactly what he wanted. Then again, he always got what he wanted so it wasn't surprising he was getting a feeling like that.
"Oh Rinter dear, you could only dream of being with someone as great as me." Diarmad winked playfully at the stuffy blue clad Rinter, chuckling happily.
"Never happened." He assured Selior, though from his tone it was clear Diarmad wasn't about to let it drop that easily. In the future they may even be more requests for a quick dance around the garden. "Ok, let's go."
With graceful steps he began to lead the dance, going slowly at first to let his partner get into the rhythm of it.
If Selior was having any fun at all, he wasen't showing it. He hadent had quite that much to drink. Instead, he fixed a very unamused stare on Diarmad that looked quite abused and annoyed - and very close to yelling and running away or beating his chest or some overly masculine display like that.
Rinter, though still quite piffed, coulden't deny the amusement he was feeling at the sight. He looked rather entertained, and only responded to the prince with a disturbed twitch and roll of his eyes.
"Alright. Enough!" Selior suddenly snapped, jumping an entire foot or so back from Diarmad. "You seem a little desperate, Prince. Makes me uncomfortable." He said, grinning again and trying to make that sound like an imitation of something he had heard from someone else before. "And if you really are that desperate to dance, why don't you set up alittle 'ball' or whatever stupid name you lugs have for it in the mansion. I'm sure the girls would just weep over that one." He said, then adding, "Well, the girls and Nicolai."
"You know, he's a prince too." Rinter suddenly chirped in. He had that 'tone' in his voice again as if trying to start something. Muse, meanwhile, took a deep breath and cleared her throat, though the normal 'ahem' sound one might hear from such didn't occur with her. Instead, she began playing with Rinter's hair quite lovingly.. which, surprisingly enough, Rinter didn't absoultely spaz over. Though he did twitch every now and then.
Diarmad was having quite a good time before Selior suddenly jumped back. He bit back a childish 'aww' and instead settled for half turning away while running his hand through his hair.
"Not desperate, I just enjoy dancing." He replied with a shrug, though he soon brightened at Selior's idea. "And perhaps I will. A ball would be wonderful. Maybe I'll even be able to get you to dance with me for real next time." It seemed that it was to become his personal mission, if only for amusement and affectionate teasing purposes.
"Another prince?" That would be an interesting meeting. Diarmad wondered what he would be like. "Nicolai was his name? I will search for him later."
"You woulden't have to look hard." Selior said with an annoyed sigh. "The boy swallows up whatever room he's in because he talks SO SLOWLY everyone has to shut up and catch their breath while he finishes his sentence.. From all I've recently learned of princes, I'd imagine he does it for the attention." Selior declared.
Rinter smirked, "Miles above you, though. Much classier; and everyone likes him. Except, well, Selior." Rinter said, twitching again, and saying, "Alright, Muse, stop it!"
Looking quite put out, Muse glared at Rinter and crossed her arms.
"So now that humiliate Selior time is over, tell me.. where do you come from?" Selior asked, sounding mildly curious. He was busy playing with a plant that had an odd berry on it, incredibly thorny little thing and it was becoming quite a challenge for him to try and figure out how to get the berry without impaling his fingertip.
That didn't seem promising. But Diarmad would still give it a try. From his experience, other princes were either arrogant or just plain boring. If he were lucky, this one would be different.
Diarmad gave Rinter a rather princely offended look before settling himself down on the grass. Right now he seemed happy to just to lean back on his hands and take in the garden.
After a moment of silence in which he thought of an answer, Diarmad replied. "I come from a kingdom named Dehahl. It has a longer name, but I'm sure it'll just give everyone a headache." He smiled, falling back so that he was lying down, arms crossed behind his head. "It's a beautiful place, covered mainly by forest and mountain. We have lived in, relative, peace for five hundred years, since my ancestor took control as king."
In his chest there was a pang of longing. Homesickness. "Anything in particular you would like to know?"
"Well I dunno." Selior began, frustration in his voice. "Whatever comes to mind I guess. I mean, most of us, if you ask us something.. something was going on in our lives. Like something worth mentioning. Something to, say, make a play out of." Selior said. He cut his finger and glared as a gooey, blackish blood slopped out. "Stupid plant." He muttered.
Rinter sighed, "Sounds utterly boring. What, do you lay around and dance all day? Honestly.. primitive little people living primitive, little lives." He cared to add.
Muse got up and went and sat next to Diarmad. She had a tendancy to get rather close into peoples 'bubble of personal space' and this wasent an exception. Infact, she could easily be described as down right creepy, too~
Jezebel almost forgot that she was in hiding numerous times, watching the faux-ballroom dancing and the interaction alone. She caught herself, though, and stayed quietly hidden, watching them. After a couple of minutes, though, she turned to try and get away before she was noticed. It was a miracle she hadn't been noticed before then.
She turned slowly, and tried to extract her heel from a vine. ...She tried again. ... One more time should loosen it-- "********." She whispered harshly, crouching down to pull her heel out, and pulled hard.
The heel snapped, and to her, snapped ALL too loudly. She hissed something under her breath, and took her shoe off, then reached in to try and get the heel back. "C'mon..." She muttered, annoyed. Finally, she pried the heel free.
And... fell assend on the ground. She covered her mouth and bit her cheek to keep from shrieking, and fumed a little, sitting for a minute on the ground. Then she started to get up slowly, taking off her other shoe so it wouldn't get broken too.
"A play? Oh yes, I'm an actor, aren't I?" Diarmad said bitterly. That fact(?) just wouldn’'t go away no matter what he did. Better get used to it then, eh, Diarmad?
"I suppose you might be thinking of the current circumstances of the kingdom. I did say we lived in peace, well... that was up until about a month ago. My father is, or was, terribly ill. Thus there are numerous things I have to deal with in order to keep my kingdom from falling apart... courtesans, useless advisors and various assassination attempts. The usual. I wouldn't think it would make a very good play."
Diarmad didn't seem to mind Muse's closeness. Instead of shooing her away, he gave her a small, welcoming smile. Right now he liked the idea of having someone close. "Ah, Rinter, you really are a very rude servant." The prince said softly, the words have little to no oomph behind them.
What was that sound? Diarmad put his head to the side, listening carefully. Yes, there was someone else out there. He just couldn't be bothered getting up. Too much effort right now
Selior smiled, "Glad to see your coming to grips with that. It makes things happen alot faster, you know.." He said. He heard the noise, too. Well, of course he did. Taking a nice whiff of the air, he let his head fall back. "Oh Jez, stop fighting with the plant. They always win. Just look at my finger!" He said, holding up his finger. It was still bleeding!~
Rinter moaned, "Oh, joy of joys.." He said sarcastically, scooting over to the farthest corner of the bench uncomfortably. "I think I had better go." He muttered to himself and started to stand, looking for his exit quickly.
Muse, meanwhile, seemed quite content aswell. At Jez's lovely entrance (or lack there of, her entrance into being known, perhaps?) the smile on her widened. Clapping her hands together, she pointed where the noise came from and made a beckoning motion.
"The ********' plant had my shoe!" She called from where she was, fuming. No use in hiding now, they knew where she was. She got up, and held her shoes in one hand, walking awkwardly towards them. It felt weird, having the garden under her heelless feet! She stopped in view of them, but still a little ways away, and took the ample time to shoot a cold look at Rinter, before realizing another person was there.
She blinked at Diarmad, and wandered a little closer. "Hi." She greeted, a rather informal greeting to them all. She held her shoes behind her, a little annoyed that her heel had broken. She was a short little person without her heels.
At first Diarmad hadn't been too interested. But seeing Rinter's reaction, well... it made him sit up and take notice. When Jezebel appeared, Diarmad was quite taken aback. Her clothing seemed very... strange. Then again, everyone's clothing seemed slightly strange here. The fact had simply been pushed aside till this moment for coping purposes.
In any case, she was a lady. Gathering himself to his feet, he greeted her with a bow. "Good day. I am Prince Diarmad." He might be having doubts as to whether he was real or not, but that didn't stop him from using the manners he'd been taught.
"Good day, darlin'." Selior said, happily. It took him a few seconds to think but suddenly he got hot in the face and stood up straight and became all tense. "Hey.. how long were you in those plants, woman!?" He asked accusingly.
Rinter snorted and muttered something under his breath. Standing up quickly, he started scurrying off like al ittle bug in the opposite direction to..flee!
Muse, meanwhile, waved happily at Jez. She pointed at Selior and Diarmad a second later, raised two fingers, and had them 'dance' with each other in the air as a show of what had just happened. Most likely teasing, well, teasing Selior - or explaining it on the off chance she had missed it. Yeah, right.
Jezebel blinked, and then shrugged innocently. "I was trying to get through." She lied innocently. "And I got stuck." Jezebel beamed at Selior, and then looked at Diarmad, and grinned a little, pulling a little curtsey for him that looked rather haphazard. She wasn't used to being barefoot.
"It's nice to meet you, Prince Diarmad." She smiled at him. "I'm Jezebel." She looked at Muse, and 'got' it, though she had been watching from her little spying spot. She grinned a little, not daring to laugh at Selior in case he got mad at her. He was a friend, she didn't want him too mad at her.
... A small giggle escaped anyway, and she covered her mouth, grinning. She pretended to not see Rinter trying to escape, and moved over to sit down beside Muse, grinning at Selior and Diarmad. "So how did the dance lesson go?" She asked, eyes gleaming with the knowledge that she had, indeed, seen just how it went.
There went Rinter! Oh, this Jezebel wasn't so bad.
Now that he had greeted the new arrival with the proper courtesy and respect a lady required, Diarmad sat back down on the grass beside Muse. The garden may be terribly overgrown, but it was at least a calming place. In good company he could allow himself to just sit back and relax.
Thr prince chuckled happily, pulling his knees up to his chest and loosely draping his arms around them. He winked playfully at Jezebel. "I had a lot of fun. Selior's a little shy though, I don't think he learnt much." Diarmad cast his playful gaze upon the werewolf in question. "I would like to give it another go sometime."
That wouldn't be likely to happen. But Diarmad was incredibly stubborn. So you never knew.
"Yeah, and I'd like to learn how to be the sensitive, caring type." Selior sarcastically retorted to Diarmad's implications as he rolled his eyes. "Well, it don't matter anyway. Jez won't tell anyone else, cause if she does, maybe I'll hafta tell a certain prince how she reacted to the 'big scary' things upstairs, eh?" The werewolf said smugly. Deciding he didnt feel like being left out anymore, he slammed his fist into the plant he had previously been fighting with, reprimanded the fruit, and pulled it out - stuck with thorns and bleeding and all. Once that mission was complete, he walked over to the sitting lot and sat down with them, proudly showing off his plum colored produce.
Muse shook her head at the rest of them, and looked back at where Rinter had gone. She sighed, looking dissapointed, and glanced at Jez quite accusingly. As if blaming her for something, she shifted the gaze to Diarmad aswell and then 'let it go' a second later. Apparantly, Rinter could do no wrong in her eyes.
Jezebel paled a little and grumbled at him. "Hey. I'm allowed to be afraid of the big scary thin' on the fifth floor, 'cos I'm a girl, y'know." She pointed at him, and grinned a little. "Rinter was more scared than I was after his li'l robot went kaboom."
She caught the look Muse gave her, and frowned. "I didn't make him leave." She rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault he can't be in my company without gettin' smacked." It really was his fault. The fact that she might have some anger management issues... Didn't really come into play. Nope.
She looked at Selior, and her eyes gleamed. "Would Selior care to show me what he learned?" She asked deviously.
"Being sensitive and caring had nothing to do with dancing." Diarmad huffed. "Not that there's anything wrong with being sensitive and caring anyway." Not that he would call himself that anyway. He was genteel, with the princely flair and that was as far as it went. He was also fairly noble. But he didn't start sniffling over little things.
Letting your thoughts run away with you, eh Diarmad?
"Tsk. You're bleeding." The prince proved in that moment that he was indeed caring. Frowning he leaned forward to grab Selior's hand and look it over. "That was silly." All for a little plum coloured fruit. After inspecting the werewolf's hand (or at least attempting to), he cast an interesting glance in Jez's direction. "Big scary thing upstairs?"
Diarmad didn't notice Muse's look at all. He was busy watching the other two, waiting to see if Selior would take up Jezebel's offer.
Selior snorted, "Yeah, and that wing on your back doesn't make you a fairy." He said smugly. He watched with furrowed eyebrows as his hand, remarkably rough with jagged inhuman nails and all, was inspected. He looked down at the plum-thing, now in his other hand, and took a bite out of it. Wincing, throwing it in Muse's direction, and spitting out what was in his mouth he sighed, defeated. "You're right, for once. It wasen't worth it."
Glancing over at Jez he turned his head thoughtfully, "I might, if someone would let go of my hand!" He said, giving subtle hints at Diarmad. Of course he could easily take his hand back by force but he was so used to those brute tactics with everyone it was nice to act feeble every now and then. Ha, false sense of security, woo.
Muse, meanwhile, looked at the fruit she now had curiously. Poking it, squeezing it.. eventually pulling off some of the skin where Selior haden't eaten she tasted it and made a very odd face that consisted of rolling her eyes inward and turning an off shade of brown-blue-purple.
"Y'know, it wouldn't hurt'cha to be a li'l more 'sensitive' and 'caring', Selior." Jezebel nodded in a sagely manner, more than a little amused. "Y'okay?" She asked, eying the hand that was now in Diarmad's grasp. Jez blinked when Diarmad asked about it, and sunk back sheepishly. "There was a big scary thing on the fifth floor. THat's all." She muttered, crossing her arms. It was clear she'd rather not clarify, for a couple of reasons.
The brunette looked over at Muse's face in reaction to the fruit, and blinked. "It taste that bad?" She asked, amused. Taught them, to eat something from a garden that looked like it might rival the Amazon.
A clawed, rough hand. Was this apart of the werewolf thing Selior had once mentioned?
"Hmph. So you'll dance with her but not me." Diarmad said sulkily, taking one last look before letting go of Selior's hand. Looking distastefully at the blood and juice that had been transferred to his own, he wiped it off on the grass.
"A big scary thing. Oh." That might be worth checking out one day. He rested his chin on his knees and thought about it a little.
"Ah, Lady Muse. You shouldn't eat strange fruit!" Diarmad admonished, looking at Muse in alarm.
"Indeed, princey." Selior said, coming to his feet. "I told you before, I don' like playin' the girl! Honestly!" He said, still seeming quite wounded from being forced to 'be the girl' for a moment, he motioned for Jez to follow him as he took to the spot he and Diarmad were dancing before and awkwardly held out his arms for her. "Well, c'mon!" He ushered.
Muse blinked, blankly staring at Jezebel she nodded at her question. Scrunching up her nose she looked down at the rest of the fruit and went to hand it to Diarmad while sticking her tounge out at him. Such was her awnser.
Jezebel blanched for a minute, then laughed. "I wasn't serious, you know." She got up nonetheless, because she wasn't gonna throw an opportunity like THIS away. If it went bad, she could make fun of him for ages! She walked over, amused. "Let's see how good y'are, Twinkle toes." She moved in front of him, amused, and took one of his hands.
She waited, expecting him to put the other hand where it went. She knew how to dance, though her knowledge was very basic in the ways of waltzes and the like. Her dancing was always solo, for entertainment purposes. Nonetheless... This would be a great opportunity. Seriously.
She looked over at Diarmad and Muse, and winked, amused. This would surely be entertaining.
"That's a shame. You do it so well." Diarmad teased good-naturedly, eyes twinkling. "Make my teaching skills proud Selior." This was sure to be interesting. Hopefully his wonderful teaching abilities would mean the werewolf wouldn't step on Jezebel's feet too many times. The prince chuckled under his breath.
Diarmad accepted the fruit with a wrinkled nose of distaste. "Eck." Although somewhat curious as to what it may taste like, there was no way he was going to put it in his mouth. He placed the fruit on the grass a safe distance away.
Xania fingered her bow. It was a finely crafted weapon with just the right spring in its wood. How she had gotten it, she could not quite remember, only that it had come with a name - Agro. It was a word from another language, she assumed, for while she was sure that it meant something about battle (for how could it not? Her beloved bow, its name could only have something to do with war), it was not a word she had ever heard before in her life.
The Amazon woman fiddled gently the finely wrapped grip around the thickest section of the wood. It was a leathery wrap, well-worn through years of her strong grip around the material. It had become a habit of hers, to hold her bow and gently caress the tight grip as she walked. And now, she walked through the garden of the mansion, feeling at home for the first time since arriving onto the stage that fateful night. Her amber eyes flickered and she took in all she could see. The garden was overgrown with plants that made it look much more like her forest than a garden.
She walked beneath the drooping branches of two trees, the boughs bent over and arched like a doorway for her to duck under. Ivy riddled the trees' trunks, and she shuddered at the thought of the weed, choking the life out of the majestic trees.
Her steps brought her through the garden automatically. She thought nothing of where she was headed, only where she trusted her own feet to take her. And quite suddenly, up ahead, she could hear voices. Some - or perhaps just one - familiar voice. It was Selior, she could already tell, although her mind had recognized the voice before she had even realized. Instinctively, she followed the sounds up ahead, until she stumbled upon them.
Giving the prince a glare at his little comment, Selior growled something to the affect of 'sticking a crown down his throat' and then proceeded to awkwardly 'assume the position.' "Alright. Uhm. Hey Muse, you wa-"
The mute had already taken to playing her flute again, and was blissfully unaware of the preasance of the lurking Amazon as she played her music.
"Alright." Selior declared. "Allllright." He.. declared again, more than a little obviously stalling. Eventually, he cause the 'beat' and attempted a veeeeeeery poor job of 'ballroom' dancing. Apparantly, Selior would not of been a highschool graduate.
Given his amazing ability to smell and see and hear and be amazing like that, during the course of his disheveled circles he caught the odd, vaugely fammiliar smell of the amazon. "Who's there?" he asked, between a spin, as he went to fling poor Jezebel in one of those 'twirling' moves with a little too much muscle in it.
Jezebel couldn't help but giggle again at his stalling, and rolled her eyes. "Will you just get on with it?" She asked, amused. And then they were dancing and... Did he even know what a circle was?
By the time Selior had noticed a new presense and asked who was there, Jezebel was grateful her toes weren't being steppped on. And she was trying really hard not to laugh. Which had sprung tears to her eyes, because she was biting her cheek so hard. She yelped, and clung to him when she was flung a little too hard in a twirl, and snorted laughter. "Stop stop stop."
She stepped back, and waved at him, covering her mouth with one hand to try and stifle the insistant laughing. She took a deep breath, and ... Started laughing again. "I'm sorry!" She said quickly, covering her mouth with both hands.
Finally, she stopped, and looked around. "Anyway. We have someone new joinin' us?" She asked curiously.
After watching for about a second, Diarmad gave a mock groan of dismay. Either Selior hadn't listened to a word he had said or the guy just had absolutely no flair for dancing. That last was impossible right. Everyone could dance, given the right incentives. Right?
"I'm ashamed." He said shaking his head, not bothering to hide his laughter. All in all it was very funny moment, one he'd be likely to remember from some time to come.
The prince was the last one to notice the new arrival. Following the gazes of the others he stared at the woman who had just appeared from amongst the crazy, overgrown trees. There was no end to the meetings today. Placing a welcoming smile on his face, Diarmad took a few steps towards Xania.
"Welcome."
She was tempted to simply stay hidden in the shroud of leaves that happened to be hanging above her, hiding her mostly from the group, and simply listen to the music that sounded like birdsong to her ears. But obviously they all knew she was there. Xania stepped from her unintentional leafy cover into the open. She saw Selior right away, and Muse, but found that she recognized none of the others who were present. Her mind flashed for a moment and realized it was Selior who had asked 'who's there' only seconds ago, and with a smile of thanks to Diarmad, she replied, "It's only me." She looked about for a moment, feeling her smile lingering as she raised an eyebrow. "Was somebody dancing?"
She didn't know the first thing about dancing, but she had found over the course of the years that there was some lingering sort of... 'smell' about everything. Not necessarily a real smell, but it was something that more or less hung in the air like a beacon for her. And of course, dance had its own little 'smell' about it that only she could read.
Selior was glaring quite harshly at Jezebel. "Oh, noone appreciates my unique form of grace." He said, sounding wounded but if one listened closely he had a tinge of humor in his voice; little faker. "But thats fine. I guess I'll just have to dance with Muse from now on."
Muse coughed again, causing the flute to cease as she choked on air and shook her head wildly at him, shaking one hand in a v ery 'no, no!' jesture.
Finally, he glanced up at the amazon and smiled. "Ahh, was wondering when I would see you again." Well, any trace of 'wound' he had before was gone now. Seriously, who doesn't love a chick with black lines around her eyes, a bow and that 'serious kill' vibe? Certainly not Seli. "What was your name again?" He asked, turning his head to the side.
Jezebel snorted at Xania, amused. "You really can't call what Selior was attempting 'dancing', but..." She giggled, and moved over, sitting down again. She looked at Diarmad, and patted his arm in a comforting manner. "You really can only teach so much." She nodded in a 'wise in the way of worlds' manner.
She laughed at Muse's reaction to Selior, and covered her mouth. She really had to stop laughing. She looked at Xania curiously, and then grinned. "I'm Jezebel, by the way." She offered a wide and welcoming smile.
"Oh yes, we were dancing. Perhaps you could join us next time." Diarmad offered with a smile. The woman was definitely a warrior. You'd have to be an idiot to miss it. He wasn't entirely sure what to think about that. Where he was from woman generally didn't do anything remotely warlike... that he could recall anyway; lately his memory had been a little shot.
He folded his arms across his chest, chuckling a little at Jezebl's teasing attempt at comforting him and waited for the new girl to be introduced fully.
Xania saw Muse's frantic gesture and chuckled. "Well, I can see that," She said to Jezebel, her amber eyes alight with a laughter she hadn't experienced since... well, forever.
He gaze turned back to Selior. "Oh. Xania." She said with a slight nod. "My name's Xania." She repeated that last as an introduction for the two she had not met before, Jezebel and Diarmad. Somewhat more at ease now, her grip slackened slightly around Agro's grip, although one would have had to had stared intently at her for many minutes to have realized it.
"I see." Selior said, cracking an ever so slightly suspicious smile as he moved a bit closer to the amazon. "I'm Selior. Oh, silly, I'm sure you know that by now." He said. Really, not trying to brag or anything.. .. no, really.
"Did you find a room last night, hunny?" He asked further, voice getting ever so slightly-er cheeky-er as he continued on. Muse lifted an eyebrow and stared at her companion a moment before grinning. She moved over so that she was behind Jezebel a second later and tapped her on the shoulder, motioning to her hair and then at Jezebel's hair as if she wanted to do something with it. Play with it more likely.
"It's nice to meet you, Xania." Jezebel grinned, and looked up when she was tapped, blinking. After a blank stare, she got it, and laughed. "Oh." She reached up, and pulled the couple of clips holding her hair up down. The hair fell just a little bit, but not by much.
Big hair like woah, k? "Go for it." Jezebel didn't really have a problem with people playing with her hair, it was comforting sometimes. And besides, why chase off someone who she could consider a friend by being mean? It was just hair.
The Amazon smiled politely toward Jezebel in return, although her look in her eyes clearly said she couldn't quite believe she was letting Muse play with her hair. Of course, it was nothing against Muse, it was simply the notion of letting someone else near something so personal. Xania glanced down at her bow, wondering what would happen to her if she were to have to lend it to anyone, anytime. She shuddered inwardly at the thought, staring blankly down at Agro's beautifully molded arch. She could almost hear the musical twang of the bowstring, even just by looking at the hand crafted weapon.
"Oh, yea, I made it to the room fine," She said, looking around - at anything but Selior - awkwardly. Involuntarily, she took a half step back as he moved a bit closer to her, and gave him that mysterious little smile of hers. She was so unused to being around so many other people. She thought back to being in the forest alone, after having been exiled by her people. Yes, it had been a long while since she'd been in close quarters with so many people at once.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:08 pm
Roleplay Log o4.
Contains: Jezebel.
Purpose: Jezebel begins to remember more about herself, thanks to dreams. And vows to change herself.
Length: Technically, one post. Fairly long, I imagine.Quest Response Jezebel Jacobo didn't like that she could only remember snippets of who she was. Lucky her, this would be remedied rather dramatically. She pulled her dress off and away, and slid her stockings off, in preparation for bed. She slid under the covers, grateful for the sudden warmth on her shivering skin.
She had no real idea why she was beginning to show symptoms of being sick, but it was starting to disturb her to no end. Of course, the only person she could think of with the technology to decipher what was wrong... Well. She wasn't about to go to him, he'd turn her away anyway.
She slid the lids over her brown eyes, and almost instantly, was out cold. And she began to dream, in blinding flashes of color.
"What is it, Perce?"
"It's called Faery Dust."
"... It's a drug?"
"No, dearest Jezzy." The tone was soothing, and she felt herself melting at the voice. "It's an escape."
She began to feel the sensation of falling, amazed, and everything exploded into flashes of rainbow light. Purples and blues and she was flying, but she hadn't left the ground. Whatever Perce had given her, it was... It was fabulous. She was addicted to the rush, to the feeling of utter euphoria.
She felt someone, presumably Perce, wrap his arms around her, and everything exploded before her eyes, an ecstatic moment. "Isn't it great?"
"God, yes..."
"It could be like this forever."
"I don't--"
Another flash of bright white light, and Jezebel was caught in another memory. And then another flash, and another! And another flash, another memory. This one not so pleasant. They were becoming increasingly hard to deal with, and they hurt emotionally and sometimes physically. Finally, there was a final flash, and Jezebel was caught in another memory. She prayed this wasn't how her life ended.
"Perce?... Perce, you promised yuo wouldn't leave." A feeling of uneasiness spread through her. She felt weak, almost like Death was breathing down her neck.
"You chose, Jezebel." The voice was fleeting, and she almost didn't hear it. She could feel hot tears on her cheeks.
"Perce, please!"
"You can't see me anymore--"
"I don't want this, Perce don't go!"
"You can't touch me any longer--"
"Please..." Pleading, begging for things to be different.
"I love you..."
"PERCE!" A strangled sob, and
Pain erupted through her, shocking Jezebel out of her sleep. She sat up, sweating, and looked around in a feverish daze. Jezebel was in her bed, safe. Or, as safe as she'd possibly feel after seeing memories that had filled in the blank. Her life wasn't as glamourous as she'd thought. It was... It was awful. The loss. She knew she lost Perce, what else could have caused such pain?
... Her stomach, that might be what.
Jezebel bolted out of her bed, and across the bedroom to the door leading into her bathroom. She barely made it to the toilet, before emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelean bowl beneath her. Her legs gave out, and she crashed to the floor, head thumping lightly against the bowl.
Her cheeks were hot. Was she crying? Jezebel reached up weakly, shaking, and wiped tears from her face. She was crying. The brunette leaned back away from the toilet, and pulled her knees to her chest, crying emptily over the loss of someone she hadn't even remembered.
And you said you loved him. Some love you had! A voice chastised her, cold and unforgiving. She was disturbed to hear her voice sound so... mean. But you're not exactly a nice person, are you! "Shut up." She hissed, digging her nails lightly into her scalp as she raked her fingers through her hair. You're nothing but an ugly, fat little--
"SHUT UP!" She screamed, digging her nails deeper into her head, as if that'd stop the voice. It seemed to, at least for now it quieted in her head. She got up after a couple minutes, when she was sure her legs would support her weight.
She walked to the sink beside the toilet, not even bothering to stop and flush the toilet on her way. She looked in her mirror, and got a sense of deja vue at the way her makeup had run thanks to her crying. She reached up in disbelief, wiping the mascara and liner away and only smearing it. She sniffed quietly, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and ran a glass of water.
She glugged it down, and then another glass. And a third one. She had to get the feeling of sick out of her. And then Jezebel began to get it. She was going through withdrawl. Without her world, without her Perce, she had no way of getting to that elusive and fabulous drug.
Faery Dust was no longer hers, and her body was paying for it. She set the glass down quietly, and looked in the mirror. Steeling her face into a determined look, she began to speak affirmations. "I'm not weak." Yes you-- "I'm not weak!" She repeated hard, glaring at herself.
"I will find someone to help me. I will not crumble under this." What else can you do? You're not as strong as you think you are! She faltered slightly, and then steeled herself yet again. "I'm strong enough to beat this."
She hoped.
"I'll go to..." She had to force the name past her lips. "I'll go to him. And see if he can help. And if not--" Then you're ********, because you can't do s**t on your own! You always needed Perce and Johnny and Meryl and you don't HAVE them anymore! She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on the sink, and lifted her head.
She was scared of the heat in her eyes. "If he won't help me, then I'll help myself." She snapped, watching herself in the mirror. Then Jezebel leaned back away from the mirror, and turned away from it. She could do this.
She hoped.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:09 pm
Roleplay Log o5.
Contains: Adda, Nicolai, and Selior. (AND PYGMY!)
Purpose: Adda's first interaction with people after her mysterious release.
Length: 26 posts.In the garden of the Evil Vegetation... Adda had been released and now... Well. It was weird, this place. It was beautiful in an odd way, nothing like she was used to. But even so, it was pretty. And Adda could appreciate beauty in the oddest things. So it should be no real surprise that she found beauty in the wild garden.
But it was very pretty to the blond, and especially to Pygmy, her little companion. She let the small green snake slither down her arm and into the wild grass, and smiled gently, following it as it began to slither away. "Don't wander now, Pygmy." She said gently, watching the snake as if it could obey as well as any dog.
The snake paid her no heed, and continued slithering, hunting for a grasshopper or some equally large bug to eat. Adda looked around and, seeing no bushes, promptly flopped down on the grass. She wasn't worried about being eaten by vines or anything, though by the looks of this particular 'garden', it wouldn't surprise her to see a large, man-eating plant here or there.
She tipped her head back with a small sigh, and grinned, closing her eyes. It was nice to be outside, basking in the light while Pygmy hunted for food. It just felt... Nice.
Somehow, Nicolai had found himself out in the very garden another Inspired happened to be in. And of course, Pygmy! The bestest snake ever. As he exited the mansion, he squinted in the light, covering his eyes to allow them to adjust to the brightness. Unnatural light inside was one thing, but natural light tended to be a tad bit more blinding.
As he stumbled his way 'randomly' toward the other (and Pygmy!) he kept his eyes on the ground, no doubt searching for something. At one point, he narrowly missed stepping on poor Adda, walking only inches away from her feet. He had turned around, blinking a few times as he looked up toward the sky, then returned his gaze to the ground. That was when he spotted the strange woman in the grass and...blinked again. This time, when he approached her, there was no risk of him stepping on her, and he stood beside her, sadly, blocking her light.
Adda hadn't noticed she was nearly stepped on, so into the warmth of the sun, basking in it like a snake might, sunbathing. Pygmy had sensed an 'intruder' of sorts nearing his Human, and slithered back, stomach slightly plump with the bug he'd found and devoured. He was a smart li'l Pygmy.
Adda felt someone blocking her light finally when Nicolai was RIGHT in her path of light, and she opened both eyes, though only one could be seen thanks to the mask blinding her other. Bright, blue, and curious. "...Hi there." She blinked at him, and sat up, head still tipped back so she could watch him. "Who're you?"
Near Nicolai's foot, a small hissing could be heard. Pygmy, the little grass snake, was 'defending' his Human. Adda looked and grinned a little, picking Pygmy up. "Aww, shh Pygmy." She chided, letting him slither back up her arm, disturbin some of the ink scales on her arm.
He remained silent after she asked him who he was. He was thinking about something, or more like coming to the realization that he was blocking the sunlight. Not fully understanding why anyone would want to just bask in the sunlight like that, he still politely stepped off to the side to 'return' the light to her.
"Forgive me." He apologized with a nod, followed by a half-bow as he introduced himself, pausing between words as if choosing them carefully, though in truth, he just spoke slowly because it was 'dramatic.' "I...am...Prince...Nicolai Rheikovskii..." He took in a deep breath and peered down at her laying in the grass...which meant she was on the ground...
At that time, he heard the hiss from Pygmy and moved just his eyes to look at the little creature, "A...snake?" He watched it slither up her arm, noticing the fake scales and finding that sad. Then again, in a few scenes of the play he was from, he had worn some pretty sad pathetic makeup designs and used crappy props. These scales were faaar above any of those things.
"And who, exactly, are...you?"
Adda watched him pause as he spoke, grateful for the sun. She turned to face him, still sitting in the grass, and watched him for a minute, curious as to why he spoke so slow. Probably because he was thinking. Was he slower at thinking?
Pygmy hissed something, and Adda laughed quietly. She hopped up after another short minute, and extended her hand to him. "I am Adda." She replied, grinning. "It's nice to meet you, Prince Nicolai." She said calmly, watching him.
"Have you been here long?" She asked curiously, looking back towards the large mansion. "I've only just arrived, you see." She gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of her neck with one hand and itching through her very short hair. She tugged at it absently, and then let her arm drop. A mannerism of sorts of hers.
Watching her seemingly laugh at something the snake 'said,' Nicolai took a step back as she stood up, wondering if she was insane, or just...not well, like Rinter was 'not well.'...in the head.
He responded to her question by shaking his head at first, then speaking, "I wouldn't say long..." he began, staring at some random plant on the ground, "Perhaps only a week. Possibly longer."
Moving in 'slow-motion,' he turned his head toward her and Pygmy, "Adda?" he repeated her name, making a note of that to himself. "Do you...like it here?" He asked, making a dramatic sweeping motion of his arm toward the mansion and surrounding garden. "And please, call me Nicolai." He nearly whispered, also rather dramatically...and Nicolai-like.
Adda nodded slightly at his answer, thinking, and then looked up at him. "It's big." She said. "But it's pretty. I guess I could get used to it." She offered him a small smile, and then looked out at the garden behind her. "Though I like this part a lot more. It's beautiful, but in a wild sorta way. Y'know?" She looked back at him and grinned a little wider.
She nodded a little at his request, and grinned a little, bemused. "Nicolai." She tested quietly, amused at how the name sounded with her voice. It was a nice name. 'Pretty', in a way. Of course, the body it belonged to was attractive to, in a dark and dramatic sort of way... So it fit.
He took a better look at the garden he was in and gave a nod, "I suppose it is...quite beautiful." He agreed, though he would have preferred a dark and disturbingly creepy forest, full of shadowy shadows. "However, I find it...quite...bright." he looked up again, not squinting anymore, considering his eyes had had plenty of time to adjust.
"Might I ask why you have..." he was going to mention something about her fake, painted-on scales, but wondered if she already knew she wasn't exactly real, nor was he sure how she would have reacted to the news, so instead, he referred to them as if they were real, "Scales?"
He stopped staring at them and looked back down at the grass and his feet while waiting for an answer.
Selior had been out for a few hours. He was running back to the mansion now, a full stomach and streached out limbs - he was feeling good. The monster he had been turned into ran almost like an ape, upright in an anthromorphic fashion yet that was the only remotely 'human' thing left about him by that point. He was huge, a 7 foot tall wall of weight and muscle with snarling claws and teeth in every direction...
well, perhaps, save for quite beautiful yellow eyes with that wonderful intensity of a wolf.
He barreled into the garden, slowing down a great deal. A snort came from the disfigured face as he got a whiff of the garden around him.. and some people. Deciding to see what was going on, the creature made it's way to the other two.
He stayed a good 15 feet away once he came into view. It wasen't that he was trying to keep from scaring him, or that he was trying to keep unnoticed - considering he was breathing heavily now and the snorting, almost heaving sound he was making was quite audible.. he just was trying to figure out who that freaking kid was talking to Nicolai.
Excuse him?! When were they allowed to let new people out when he wasen't there?! Oh, someone(rinter) was gonna get it.
Adda had went to comment on what Nicolai had asked about her scales, when she heard the harsh breathing. She frowned and looked over, spotting the very tall wall of muscle and fur and oh my god what the hell was it!?
Adda looked at Selior, blue eye wide, and then looked at Nicolai. "What is that?" She asked quietly, afraid that it would come after her if she spoke any louder. It was certainly a sight to behold, and as Adda could see beauty in the grotesque, it was an attractive beast, but still! She preferred to be left in one piece, kthnx.
Nicolai, who's expression had...well actually he didn't really have any expression on his face, and hadn't the entire time...until now. Raising a corner of his lip in disgust, he turned around so he could see the 'beast.' "Ew..." he whispered as he realized who it was...rather than what.
Slowly, he moved closer to Adda until he was right behind her, but slightly off to the side. The eye that wasn't hidden behind a wall of hair stared at Selior as he answered Adda, still whispering, "That...is nothing." He informed her, "...Nothing but a barbaric man in his more civilized form." He insulted 'poor' Selior, "I...doubt it would harm...you."
"His ...name is...Selior...and he was put in charge...of this place." he finished explaining as he folded his arms.
Oh! What was that, an insult from black twig boy? Ha!
Walking forward, upright, each foot causing a poof of dust to explode upon impact.. he moved right up so that he could be 'standing over' Nicolai. ANd coincidently, assuming neither had gone and fled away, right over Adda too. He tried to 'stare him down' all 'scary' like and then let out a..
ROARRR! Of course, being a werewolf, it would be more like a GgggRRRRAAARWRGH! sound. But use your imagination.
Despite wherev er the two were by then, Selior, laughing quite contentedly, shifted back into his 'normal' self. By the time he was fully shifted he still had a grin plastered on his face.. one that dissapeared as he looked over Adda again. "Whos the boy?" He asked Nicolai with furrowed eyebrows while crossing his arms. "And who let him out? Last thing we need is some little teenager running around the mansion, especially with me not scaring the life out of him first!"
IT was around then he noticed there was still a rather morbid smear of blood on his cheek area, no doubt from 'hunting' or whatever one chooses to call it. Looking mildly embaressed, considering, he began rubbing it off with his arm.
Adda flinched, holding her ground as well as to be expected considering a.) She'd never seen something like that before, and b.) She WAS a rather young girl. However, once Selior was human again, she relaxed, watching him with wide blue eyes. Pygmy started to hiss like crazy from up on her arm at Selior, trying to intimidate the very large wolf-human thing. It was scaring his human!
She lifted an eyebrow at Selior, and looked a little annoyed at being referred to as a boy. "I'm a girl." She said bluntly, watching him. "I'm Adda, and... I'm new." She said calmly, watching him. "Is that a problem?" Adda lifted an eyebrow, trying to appear brave when, in fact, she was still quite shaken from being towered over by a WEREWOLF.
Looking anything but amused, Nicolai stared up at Selior blankly. When he let out his 'roar,' Nicolai held his breath, not wanting to breath in any of that disgusting 'werewolf breath.' As Selior laughed, Nicolai continued to stare with an expression that can only be accurately described with this " stare " .
"Clearly, the boy is female." He said as if it should be extemely obvious to everyone. However, he completely ignored the fact the only reason he knew her gender right off was because of his amazing 'gift' to spot out women... "And...I...do not know." he said, giving a slow shrug and letting out a sigh, assuming it was most likely Rinter, not caring to blame Muse.
Watching Selior wipe the blood off his his cheek, he gave a slow yet dramatic shake of his head, "Rinter is most likely to blame. I believe he is still trying to find a ...woman...other than that...device of his." he suggested, referring to Sarah!
He looked over at the back of Adda's head, "As...I said...there is nothing to fear about...Selior." he said in his most...Nicolai-like comforting voice.
"It's not a girl!" Selior barked back quickly to Nicolai, apparantly ignoring Adda saying it to. After a moments consideration, he narrowed his eyes and went 'huh' as if he had just discovered something he didn't expect. "Alright.. so its a 'girl' then. Hello... girl.." He said, slowly, as if the words were a bit uncomfortable at first.
"Yes, well Nicolai.. as pathetic as Rinter may be, he doesn't even come close to you." Selior said, apparantly baring some loyalty to his 'friend.' More likely just jealousy for the dark prince.. of stare doom. "You know, he's got atleast half a dozen girlfriends in this place. Cheats on all of 'em, I'm telling you! What kinda a man does that?! You should go tell all your girly friends and plot out revenge!" Selior said. Instigating entirely.
He had finished whiping blood off his face, only to be left with some on his arm. Casually, he reached out and went to whipe it off on Nicolai's shirt.
Adda rolled her eyes when Selior had finally agreed that yes, she was in fact female, and then realized that she was between Selior and Nicolai still. She flushed slightly, and moved out from between them, standing off on her own. "My name is Adda." She repeated, glaring at Selior a little.
Then she blinked, and remembered Nicolai had asked about her scales. She looked at Nicolai. "I'm a Princess of Naga, the Snake God." She grinned sheepishly, and held her arms out. "They're to take place of real ones." She explained. "A Naga Princess ought to bear resemblence to her father." She nodded sagely, and then her shoulders fell a little. "Though I don't really bear any resemblence to him." She mumbled sheepishly, rubbing her neck. Pygmy hissed something at her, and slithered up, settling around her neck in a comforting gesture. She ran a finger over the snake's head lightly, smiling at Pygmy. "This is my snake, Pygmy." She said to Selior.
Nicolai completely dismissed being insulted in the worst form...being compared to Rinter. What he didn't ignore, was what Selior had just done to his nice, clean, black shirt and the comment about his many girlfriends in the mansion. Even if it had been true, he of course, would have simply denied that, in front of another woman anyway.
"I do not have...'girlfriends.'" he stated slowly, as if warning Selior with his 'dark prince tone of doom.'
He looked down at Selior's arm as the blood came off on his shirt. Looking up, and actually making eye contact with Selior, that is, if the other man was looking at him, "That...was not...wise." his voice got incredibally low and quiet as he leaned in some and the little shadows from the plants in the sun...seemed to 'flicker.' Moving to places that the shadows shouldn't have been for a few seconds in a rather threatening manner for...shadows.
Returning his attention to the more important one of the two, at least in his opinion, he nodded at Adda's answer. "I...see..." he commented, then, going into his Nicolai-style whispery voice, he made himself sound comforting, "I am sure you will...one day." Though, in truth, he didn't even know what she was supposed to be resembling, having never heard of Naga before. He was, however, able to guess it had something to do with snakes, or some sort of scaley creature.
Selior coulden't help but giggle.. quite uncontonrollably, rather. "Was that a threat, twig man?" Selior asked, between giggles. He coulden't help it anymore, and shook his head quickly. "Really? I mean, tell me that was a threat! Please, let's make this threatening, I've been aching for a good fight!" The giggles quickly haulted. Dismissing the creepy shadows of doom threatening him entirely, because, well, in his time he had seen alot of creepy shadows, he suddenly got all buff and macho'ey.
"No girlfriends? Don't make me tell that to Muse and break her heart! Ah, listen to me." He glanced at Adda, and the snake. "Yeah. It's a snake?" He repeated, wondering why he was supposed to care about her pet. It wasen't t hat he was trying to be mean, honest.. it's just that, as far as pets go, the only ones worth having were dogs and wolves. All the rest were just stupid, in his awesome opinion.
Adda looked a little amused at Selior's taunting Nicolai, even though it was rather mean of him. But even so... She shook her head a little, and then nodded at Selior. "Yes. A snake. Y'know, slithers about, eats generally anything from bugs to large birds and snakes depending on the size and particular breed. Pygmy, for example, is a small grass snake. Generally feeds on bugs now, but when he gets bigger, he can eat rodents and some small birds."
Yes, Adda was proud of her li'l Pygmy. She offered a beaming smile to Nicolai when he said he was sure she'd more properly resemble the snake God one day, and looked at both of them. "Now, can't we play nice?" She frowned at them both. "Or is it a boy thing?" She lifted an eyebrow, amused.
His current expression vanished, leaving a blank stare as he watched Selior, "I do not have...time...to concern myself...with such useless displays of...'manliness.'" he pointed out, "Please, feel...free...to find some other barbaric creature to...play...with."
He looked down at the blood on his shirt running a finger on the little blob and raising it in front of his face to stare at the red on his pale finger.
"Of...course not." He replied to Adda, "It is simply...a...him...'thing.'" he pointed at Selior and refolded his arms as he eyed Selior, "She is not...in any way...my girlfriend. She is well aware...of that." Adding in his usual...dramatic pauses, he looked back down at the ground, then at Pygmy, raising a hidden eyebrow at the small thing.
His current expression vanished, leaving a blank stare as he watched Selior, "I do not have...time...to concern myself...with such useless displays of...'manliness.'" he pointed out, "Please, feel...free...to find some other barbaric creature to...play...with."
He looked down at the blood on his shirt running a finger on the little blob and raising it in front of his face to stare at the red on his pale finger.
"Of...course not." He replied to Adda, "It is simply...a...him...'thing.'" he pointed at Selior and refolded his arms as he eyed Selior, "She is not...in any way...my girlfriend. She is well aware...of that." Adding in his usual...dramatic pauses, he looked back down at the ground, then at Pygmy, raising a hidden eyebrow at the small thing.
"Bah." Selior declared, though quite triumphantly, at the other two's comments. "I'm glad to see you aren't, at the very least, the type who bites off more than he can chew. But I am gonna tell Muse about this, just because it royally ticks me off the way she goes running over to you like that." Selior said, crossing his arms. He glanced back at Adda and lifted an eyebrow comically. "Yes, 'girl' I know what a snake is. I just don't have any particular fondness for them, you see. They are scaley and can't survive in cold temperatures and get stepped on very easy." He said 'matter of factly' and then quickled asked the next question, the look on his face saying its what he had wanted to say all along, "Why do you cut your hair so short? It makes you look like a man."
Adda nodded a litte, and snorted slightly, watching Nicolai and Selior calmly. She jumped slightly at the question, and reached up, rubbing her fingers through her hair as if she hadn't really noticed how short her hair was. Then she shrugged. "I like it short. S'easier to take care of." She replied absently, watching him. "And snakes are quite useful, even if they can't survive in cold temperatures. And most snakes can't be stepped on very easy without biting to defend themselves." She replied in a matter of factly tone.
"I...just do not feel like wasting my time...with one such as...you." He eyed Selior briefly, then looked over at Adda as he finished, "If you wish to hurt Muse with your lies, do go ahead."
Glancing down at the now drying blood on his nice, now unclean shirt, he examined Adda's hair while he listened to her answer to Selior's question. "I think it...looks...quite nice." he complimented, even though he wasn't really the type to like short hair, at least not that short.
"Indeed." he agreed when she went on to talk about snakes, "They...can...defend themselves...quite well."
"It may be easier to take care of, but it sure doesn't look nearly as pretty!" Selior barked, as if he were accusing her of purposely being unnattractive to him. "Honestly, what are girls for if not for looking.." His eyes drifted over at Nicolai and a smirk cracked on his face again.
"Well, unless your Nicolai I suppose. He does all the pretty-fyin' in his relationships. Ain' that right, Nicolai? Yeah, thas' right. I saw you stealin' Muse's mascara the other night. She wants it back by the way." He commented, looking quite happy. "Anyway, it is infact a man think. Hence why he doesn't know about it."
She snorted. "Well I don't exactly need to look pretty, 'specially not for you, now do I." She lifted an eyebrow at him, and then smiled at Nicolai for the compliment.
"Are you this mean by accident, or do you really get off by bein' so mean to people?" She looked at Selior, and lifted an eyebrow. Then she shook her head, and looked at Nicolai. "I'm going inside, I don't like being around guys who have nothin' better to do than make himself a nuisance." She offered a sheepish smile to him. "I'll see you around though, mmkay?"
She turned, starting back into the mansion. Pygmy looped around her neck, and hissed at Selior pointedly.
"He is always this way." Nicolai informed Adda, letting out yet another overdramatic sigh while rolling his eyes up toward the sky, "I don't know what that is." He told Selior, regarding the mascara, considering it wasn't even around back then...and...his...gayish blackened eyes were actually natural!
"And it seems he has taken a liking to 'making stuff up.' Or however this saying goes that Arisia uses." He was cut off when she had decided to leave.
Slowly, he moved his eyes down from the sky at Selior, as if to say 'look what you've done. Turning toward Adda, he gave a slow, understanding nod in agreement, "I...look...forward...to that..." after a pause, he added, "Adda." ...Just for 'good measure.'
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:11 pm
Roleplay Log o6.
Contains: Jezebel, and Rinter.
Purrpose: Jezebel seeks out 'The Nerd' in hopes that he'll be able to help her with pain.
Length: 21 posts.Help from the Nerd! Jezebel had spent the better part of the day finding Rinter's room, and upon finding his room-slash-lab, she had spent another hour going back and forth between his door, and down the hallway. She had to do this, and there was no way Rinter could possibly... No. No he could. In fact, he probably would.
She turned to leave again, and fumed at herself. "No. Turn around and knock on the goddamn door." She turned on her heel smoothly, and marched up to the door. Raised her fist, ready to knock.... "I can't." She turned to leave again. And then stamped her heel, whining a little. "Damnit!" She turned, and knocked on the door before she could chicken out, loudly.
And now she was trapped. And her pride was on the line, because he could turn her down, make fun of her, any amount of things. But he wouldn't... Would he?
The door of the lab, though wooden like most of the others, zipped down into the floor by some electronic means right after it was tapped. The gleam of all the silver in the lab radiated onto the darkwood in the hall and a robot came buzzing into the doorway.
"Why are you here?" The robot asked, the same feminine, sultry voice that he used for his other robot. "And what do you wish of the Master?" It questioned.
Rinter, meanwhile, moaned something as he heard the robot spout off it's programmed 'greeting.' Deciding it was most likely Arisia.. again, he only hoped she woulden't ignore the robots for once and come walking in. He was sitting before a bench, working on snapping an arm on a rather large robot compared to the others. "C'mon.. c'mon.." POP. BANG. "Finally."
She blinked when a robot answered the door. She watched the robot for a minute, and then bit her lip. "I need to see him." She said quietly. "It's important." At least, it was to her. "Can I come in, or can y'go get him?"
Jittery she reached down into her skirt, to dig out a cigarette. She didn't light it, just knowing she had one in case was comfort enough. She heard a bang, and blinked, trying to peer around the robot curiously. "Rinter!" She called, ignoring the robot now. At any time, it'd have been nerd or worm or something but...
Well. She did need his help.
Looking proud of himself, Rinter looked over the robot and tapped a button on his handheld computer. The robot arm twitched, up and down, flexed it's fingers and Rinter let out a satisfied 'Ha!' before finally turning around.
Well, that wasen't Arisia.
It took him a few seconds to notice she didn't look quite as she used to, and that it wasen't just a horrid makeup job. Jumping to his feet he got as far away from her as he could, "Don't get near me! You're contageous! .. Sarah!!"
"..." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not contagious, you moron." She fumed a little at him. "I'm..." She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Let me in." She looked at him. "I swear, it's not contagious."
Jezebel watched him, and rubbed her eyes again. Now she really did need that cigarette. She felt around for her lighter, and pulled it out, lighting the cigarette and taking a hit off of it impulsively. ... Better. Not by much.
Rinter's eyebrows furrowed. "You.. you ate food in that kitchen, you're dieing and you want to take me with you." He said, quite calmly as a robot came zooming over to Jezebel. "If you won't leave I will be forced to..."
"She's not contageous, my love."
Rinter seemed confused but then, trusting his wonderful Sarah, he relaxed a great deal. This is when he noticed the cigarette smoke, leaking its wayh into his pristine lab. "You're certainly not coming in with that." He said, motioning at her cigarette.
Provided she complied with his stipulations, both he and the robots would allow the woman to come in while he went back to his desk where the robot was. "And if you're here to comment on that book, I must warn you.. any further slapping will result in you're misfortune rather than mine. .. but speaking of it, was that book any good?" Ah, alittle grin came over his face.
Jezebel offered a grateful smile to the robot zooming around her, and looked at him. "See?" She snorted, and put the cigarette out on the wall carelessly, saving it for later. She walked in once the cigarette was out, and rolled her eyes.
"Could you not be a d**k for two minutes?" She asked, tired. "I need your help. I..." She didn't know how to articulate it. "I'm addicted to something, that I can't have anymore. Which means, I'm proobably gonna go through withdrawl. Which is why I look like... Well. For lack of better term, s**t."
She raked her hand through her hair, and then looked over at him. "I don't know how to stop it, but it's making me sick and it's not getting better. I figured, you're the nerd. You oughta know about this sorta s**t."
Rinter turned his head sideways, still not looking at the woman as he went back to playing with his robot. "What is a-"
"Vulgar, meaning-"
"Nevermind, Sarah. I'm sure it's vulgar if it's coming from her." He cleared his throat and picked up a matching arm, frowning when it didn't fit to the other socket properly. Trying to shove it in by force, he turned red and looked extreamly pathetic before the thing snapped easily into place as if it haden't required much effort.
"Ah, so that's why you're here. I should of figured it would be something to that affect." He said, spinning around. He ran his hand through his hair, as she did, and looked her over with a sort of satisfied, mocking look on his face. Well, come on, he had to rub it in a little.
"What were you addicted to?" He suddenly asked, looking far more professional.. though p robably not so much for Jez's sake. In the end, this is the kinda stuff he loved. Being able to proove to people he was smarter than them. He strolled over to the main screen in his room, a huge thing with many little buzzing gadget creatures roaming around it. "Come here." He also commanded, making a beckon motion.
She walked over when she was beckoned, and sighed. "It was called Faery Dust." She replied, itching the back of her neck. A nervous gesture. She stood beside him quietly, and looked at the large monitor. "It was given to me by a friend, Perce."
"I don't think it was a normal drug. It came from Perce's world." She said quietly, now nervous because he was helping her, and the news could be bad. Like, he didn't know perhaps? She shifted quietly, staring at the screen and not looking at Rinter.
Rinter didn't look like he was paying attention as he quickly reached out and poked the poor girl on the arm with another little machine. It pricked her enough to get a drop of blood and seemed to be analyzing it.
Without so much as an appolagy, the man prodded at the machine and read it's display quickly. And then started giggling.
"My, you are and idiot!" He declared. "I haven't seen anything like this since.. hm, since those vapor-heads shooting ring-rock on jupiter! May they rest in peace! Hehe." He clicked the little machine into the bigger computer and watched as the screen showed up basically what he had been reading. It was an alien language, but there was a diagram of her rather exact anatomy displayed to the side.
"Wow, what are you're measurements again?" He asked intrusively, before realizing what he just said outloud and shaking his head, "Anyway. I'm not sure if this planet even has anything that can help you.. Let me think.."
"Hey!" She fumed, and rubbed her arm where she'd been pricked. She watched, and rolled her eyes. "I guess where I'm from, it's not too unordinary!" She huffed at him indignantly, and watched the screen bring up her all-too-exact anatomy.
Look at you. You look like a cow. She winced a little, and looked down away from the screen. She flushed at his question, and her voice started up again. He can see it. How could he not! You're huge! She shrunk back quietly, and nodded. "S'what I was afraid of." She muttered quietly, biting her lip.
Rinter frowned, looking quite annoyed. He glanced back at the screen and stared at it for a minute, and then walked off in another direction. "I'm not sure. You know, I'm not a doctor or anything.." He said, with a sigh. "Why work with the imperfect when you could work with the perfect, afterall?" He asked, really himself, motioning at one of the robots. "But I do have twenty seven medical certifications, so maybe we can figure out something." He bragged. Oh, for a moment there he almost sounded friendly!
He opened up a cabinent that seemed to be made of vials of ink and oil and other sorts of things you might suspect a robot-freak to have. "Hm, no.. Oh! .. No. Well, I know!" He declared, spinning around. "Drink alot of water."
Jezebel watched after him, lifting an eyebrow quietly, and followed him quietly. Then she nodded a little. "Right." She snorted, and looked around. "I figured, even if you weren't a doc, you are smart." She watched him, and then looked a little amused at his bragging.
"See? Knew you were the right guy to come to." She said, complimenting him. God, she must really be sick. Complimenting the guy like that. She blinked at his suggestion, and lifted an eyebrow. "I'm doin' that. It's makin' me throw up a lot, I think I'm gettin' to the malnourished weight." Still look huge. She slammed the door on the internal voice, and rubbed her neck. "I was hopin' there'd be somethin' else, 'cause it's startin' to hurt all the time."
Once or twice in the morning was... Fine! Not all throughout the damn day. She felt like she was one big cramp.
Rinter didn't seem to be paying any attention to her compliments, as if he expected them or was used to them. In a way, he might of been, as he had a tendancy to surround himself with this incredibly rare few, dimwitted sort who would blindly compliment him for no other reason than his amazing ability to spout out random numbers and divide them all instantly by 2.003256. But anyway.
He had a frown on his face as he walked around, opening up random cabinents, tsking something and going to another. "Well, keep drinking water.. it flushes whatever else you stupidly shot in yourself out. I really don't know if theres anything else I.. ah, wait." He turned to her. He had a smirk on his face and then rushed over to another cabinet and clicked it open. Hepulled out what looked like an injector, though the space where some sort of a cartridge would go into was empty. The needle end of it, however, was veeery long. "Here we are." He said, pleasantly, while looking tword the cieling at the hovering robot.
"........" That was a ******** long needle! She impulsively reached up, and grabbed her arm. "That's really long. Is it supposed to be that long?" She asked, eyes bugging just a little bit. "Can't you use a smaller one?" She didn't like needles! They scared her.
"Or better yet! Something orally ingested?" Shots scared her. She winced slightly, but not from fear. She reached down, one arm looping around where her belt was, and tightened slightly. "Oww..." She took a deep breath and held it. Pain exploded into her, and she whimpered, dropping to the ground and clutching her stomach. "Owowowmakeitstopow!" She gasped out, trying to breathe evenly and not succeeding very well.
Find a smaller needle? Well, with a little work, he could probably figure something out. So yeah, sure! "Nope. That's as big as it has to be." He cooly said. He watched, unamused as she loped to the ground and slowly rose a crooked eyebrow. Walking over, and quite taking his time, he set the injector on the floor, reached over and went to take off her stupid belt.
His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at the cieling. "You know, I was watching 'Pirates of the Carribean' earlier and this seems vaugely reminescent of.. Oh, nevermind it. Sarah, four cartriges of ion blasterdoominide please." He commanded.
The little robot made a gurgling sound, dissapearing into a hub and shortly reappearing as she made her way over and descended. Slowly, and gently, she ploped out four vials of green liquid, that seemed to fit perfectly into the injector thing.
Pain does not make a woman susceptible to being nice, and especially not pain that she couldn't help. She snapped at him rather coldly. "Shut up and help me if you're going to." Jezebel clenched her eyes shut, and took a deep breath.
The idea of a needle injecting her with something wasn't so terrible now, in fact she had forgotten why they were arguing about a needle. She looked up, and saw it. Oh. It was big. ... "Well, ********' do it already." She rolled her eyes a little, holding out one of her arms irritably. "And don't even attempt to tell me it can't go in my arm, I'll live through the pain before you stick somethin' anywhere near my a**, Rinter."
"Oh please!" Rinter quickly protested, sitting on the ground next to her casually. "I'd sooner invent an entire new robot soley for THAT PURPOSE should that be our only option. It doesn't go in your arm, or your.. buttocks.. .. ugh.." He gave a mock shudder, looking irritated. "It goes wherever it hurts, it's just a sort of pain reliever." He said, moving to hand her the needle. "Pull that once it's in, but don't give yourself more than a tenth of one of these cartridges a day. Got it?" He asked, looking quite strict considering himself.
"This is the best medicine I can offer." He said, further, with a slight shrug.
She looked at him, and nodded. She'd have stuck herself right then in there, but... Damnit, she wasn't ruining a good top. She waited for the pain to pass, and once it was down to a dull numbing throb, she took the needle. She held out a hand to him, needing help up.
Then she looked up at him. "Thank you." It was probably one of the hardest things Jezzy could ever say to him. Which was only topped by... "And I'm sorry." Yeah, that tasted really nasty in her mouth. "About... Well. You know." And if he didn't, ******** him. Srsly.
Rinter rolled his eyes, helped her up and then gave her an odd look. "Huh? Sorry about wh-" .. ! He quickly cut himself off and his face brightened. "Ooooh. Yes.. That." He touched his cheek. "It's.. forgiven. It doesn't hurt anymore.. usually." He said, dramatically.
"You're welcome." He said, further. Turning back around, he glanced back at the bench he was working longingly. "Now, if you will please continue your agonizing withdrawl in your room, so I can continue inventing in peace? No offence, but screams of pain are.. rather distracting." He informed her.
He began walking away and stopped. Turning, he looked at her with an odd glance again. Yes, that pain killer was something of an unknown sort to the current level of technology. It could make any pain go away, completely, without even so much as numbness.. it made you feel good. He thought, in his clever sort of way, the real medicine would be to test her self control. Only a tenth a day, right?
She smiled a little at him, amused, and nodded. "Yeah yeah." She waved at him. "I still think you're a nerd!" She said, on her way out. She peered back in at him. "But that's okay." She winked, and left, to go back to her room and put the needle up.
One tenth a day. She repeated to herself, breathing deeply. She could do it. It was a matter of self-control, and it'd make this easier.
You're not gonna-- She put a cap on her voice, and rolled her eyes a little. "Ohh, yes I can." She muttered, disappearing into her room. She'd prove it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:13 pm
Roleplay Log o7.
Contains: Jezebel, Nicolai, Faharae, Selior.
Purpose: Meeting Faharae and socializing over a fruit salad.
Length: 24 posts.Quote: Jezebel's stomach was very distinct on what it preferred and what it didn't care for in the least. And at this point of her life, it pretty much didn't care for ANYTHING. However, she knew that if she weren't eating, she'd waste away and look horribly sick and...
Well. The insecure and vain part of Jezebel wouldn't HAVE it. So, pulling herself out of her room, and injecting one tenth (JUST one tenth, Rinter! ;D) of the serum into her blood stream, to fight off any sudden pain attacks, she began her trek down to the kitchen.
She heard her own heels echo slightly in the hallway on the way to the kitchen, and took the time to look around, amazed at the way the mansion looked. Antique it may be, it was still very beautiful. And the woman couldn't help but adore it. It'd be a great place to throw a party.
Like you have anything to celebrate. She ignored the voice, beginning to grow use to the 24-7 criticism. The brunette pulled her hair back, and then disappeared into the kitchen. She dug around the fridge, digging out a variety of fruit. She put them on the counter, on a cutting board, and grabbed a knife.
She began, then, to chop the fruit up, and put it into a bowl. Fruit salad, ftw!
The dryad had a knack for lurking in shadows unnoticed. Or, she used to before she was 'cursed' with this 'human' body, anyhow. She was in a pantry, (and why exactly, you would have to ask) staring at the other as she entered.. mostly masked by the darkness of the place.
Finally, she took one slow, careful step out of the pantry and looked Jezebel over.
"And.. what.. pray tell.. are you doing?" She asked cooly, lifting an eyebrow up. The oddly clad woman dressed in fabrics apparantly trying to replicate the not so glamourous goo of swamp water stood as though she were queen of the world and the other had just challenged her position. "You..." Her eyes twitched a bit, as she glanced at the fruit salad being prepared. "How many little lives have you wasted for one dinner? One? When you could simply eat an entire, larger fruit and leave the others to further thrive! How entirely selfish you humans are!"
After helping Arisia on her 'wonderful' surprise for Rinter...Nicolai had gotten rather hungry himself. After arriving at the kitchen, he was almost invisible with his dark clothes...and the fact that he was the 'prince of shadows.' Only his pale skin gave him away, and seemed to be floating within the shadowy shadows...
When he noticed someone else was present, he briefly observed her as she created a fruit salad. Then, he simply stepped out of the shadows, not quite as dramatic of an entrance as he usually would have made.
He opened his mouth as if he was going to speak, but no words came out, but eventually he mouthed a 'hello.' As if she was supposed to hear that...
Jezebel sighed a little. Was it a requirement for the crazy and annoying ones to find her and-or annoy her when she didn't feel well? She turned on Faharae, and took a moment to eye the woman's rather... Eccentric garb, before speaking with a very slow tone, as if explaining to a child.
"One fruit is not very liable to fill me up. With a fruit salad as a dinner, it's both healthy, and it'll fill me." She looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Besides, these fruits are about as ripe as they're going to be. Not much left for them to 'further thrive' to." She smirked, and while turning, spotted someone else.
She blinked, and turned to look at Nicolai curiously. "... Hello there." She said cautiously. Was this another one who was gonna further pound her headache into a full blown migraine?
"Then perhaps.." She glanced at the other woman's waistline, "You eat too much?" Oh sure, easy for the dryad to say. She probably didn't have to eat at all, being so 'in tune' with natures energy and whatever othernonsense.
"You are a fool. Do you even know what a fruit is? It is a seed, by which another life can grow. You are eating the seeds of a fruit, destroying the lives of plants that could be... all so that you can enjoy an.. arrangement of.." She let out a sigh. "It is perhaps good that I can not hear the screams of the earth any longer, for I am sure in this place I would be deafened by them. You would do well to ask of the earth before you take of it, next time." Faharae instructed, crossing her arms. She glanced over at Nicolai and 'peered at him' as if she were 'examining his very spirit.' ... or whatever.
As he was examined, he stared back at her with his visible eye, however it was glazed over as if he wasn't truly staring directly at her.
"They can...still...grow." he eventually stated, "The seeds of the...fruit can still...be planted." he looked toward the fruit salad, not ever having seen one, at least not with cut up fruit. Or, so he thought, he wasn't quite sure what he had and hadn't seen before anymore. At least, not since hitting 'Stage Two.' "I hardly ...think...she would eat the hard...seeds."
"Hello." he repeated at Jezebel, speaking barely loud enough to be heard, at a seemingly random time after taking so long to reply to her.
Jezebel rolled her eyes slightly at Faharae, and at the voice that the woman had prompted. You do eat too much. "Shut up." She muttered to herself, irritated. "I haven't been able to keep anything down for days, I need to eat." She put the last of the fruit in the bowl, and turned. "I don't eat seeds. Would you like me to save them and give 'em to you when I'm done?" She asked with far too sweet voice. She walked to the table, and sat down, trying to eat.
She got as far as a couple pieces of fruit, before starting to feel sick. "This is ********' annoying." She muttered, moving the bowl to the side and dropping her head down onto the table. "Just... ********'..." She fumed a little. She loved fruit. Why should it make her sick! It's healthy! It's...
Despite her protestant stomach, she reached into the bowl and got another piece of fruit, eating. She looked at Nicolai and lifted an eyebrow at the very delayed hello, and then smiled a little. She didn't trust herself to talk, she might've thrown up or something.
Faharae snorted, "Ignorant. Many seeds are quite small, and easily eaten.. not all are the size of, say, the plum tree or.." She let out a sigh, but nodded. "If you give me what you can, I would appreciate it." She said, sounding sincear amazingly.
She walked tword the other and sat next to her, as if she would actually welcome her company. She looked over the woman and raised her eyebrow, "Do you always use such.. vulgar phrases? It is a lack of intelligence." She informed her, matter of factly. "Though, I have been using such base insults lately, aswell.. And your shade of green seems unnatural. I shall find you something to calm your body." She declared, helpfully.
Despite her suddenly seeming almost, slightly, nice, her expression didn't change in the slightest. Without waiting for approval, she stood up again and turned to go tword the cabinents.
Rather than go toward Jezebel as the other woman had, he took a step back when it looked as if she might...throw up. He stood there silently for a moment, wondering why she appeared to be so sick. Then there was Faharae, who definately looked sick, her skin being the color it is. Of course, her eyes didn't have dark circles like Jezebels, but either way, he decided to himeslf that both of them were currently ill.
Turning his back to them just long enough to pick up a plate of food he had been fixing earlier, he approached the table and took a seat, being sure to take a seat at least two other seats away from the two women.
"Have you been...sick...long?" He asked Jezebel as he poked at the food on his plate, as if taking a bite might cause Jezebel to become sicker. "It looks...like it may be serious."
She nodded to her, noting the change in her tone, and then looked over at her and offered a quiet smile. "Careful where you're sitting." She said after a minute, rubbing her eyes. She blinked, and frowned, thinking. "Vulgar language?"
... She did swear a lot, didn't she!
"I don't notice." She snorted. "S'just natural, I guess." Jezebel looked over, and looked a little amused. "Thanks. S'my own fault, bein' sick like I am." She said, rubbing her eyes. "Good luck with that, I can't put anything down without it comin' up an hour later." She grumbled. "Feel like I'm pregnant, sick as a dog."
She looked at Nicolai, and offered a gentle smile. "Not long." She said, rubbing her ear absently and tugging on the earring. "Its... Only partially serious. Withdrawl symptoms are hellish." She grumbled a little. In all honesty, if she wasn't so hell-bent on being better, she'd find another drug to addict to in hopes it would stop.
But no. That was then, this is now. You will you know. Get addicted to something else, to make up for it. She shook her head, rubbing her ear as if to rub the little voice away forever.
Faharae smiled, not so kind a jesture as it was contented with something she found amusing. "Withdrawl? A plant of the earth or the more 'chemical' kind?" She questioned, opening up a cabinent and examining it's contents. She frowned, troubled, "I'm afraid I can't recall what this does.. so many of my memories gone." She said, taking to the spice rack instead. Picking up a few, seemingly random bottles, she walked over to Jezebel again.
"Of course, some things you never forget." She half shrugged, went to steal a peice of Jezebel's fruit and startpouring bits and specs of the various spices on it. ((I'm only doing this because Ruri's char mentioned something about swamps and healing power. its ruris fault. shes gonna yell at me later for jacking her idea, watch!))
Then, Selior walked in. He was half awake and had circles under his eyes aswell.. though his seemed far more natural. His eyes were also rather red as if he had been rubbing them awhile. Taking three steps into the kitchen, he looked at the other three, squinted.. and turned around to leave again.
Nicolai didn't quite understand what Jezebel meant and slowly shook his head, "Withdrawl?" He asked slowly as he finally took a bite of his 'midnight snack.' "I do not think I have ever heard of such a thing? What causes this sickness...?" He said after he was through with his bite.
Moving onto the next bite, he glanced toward Faharae to see what she was doing, eyeing the little 'potion' she was currently mixing.
She lifted an eyebrow and eyed the concoction Faharae was making, a little uneasy. "Make sure I can eat it, yeah?" She snorted a little, amused, and watched until movement was caught in the corner of her eyes. She turned, and spotted Selior. And he looked as beat up as she did. "Mornin', Seli." She greeted once he had turned to leave, amused.
She looked at Nicolai, and looked a little amused. "Addiction to drugs." She said. She looked over at Faharae. "It was... A drug of the Earth, I guess. But not of my Earth. It was..." She smiled a little at the memory. "A faun gave it to me because he loved me." She said finally, finding it hard to say the Faerie Realm without crying.
Faharae's other eyebrow lifted at that. "Love? Your love gave you a drug that has put you this state? I always knew mortals had a strange way of loving one another but I had thought it a step above sadistic blights." She said blankly. She went to hand her back the peice of fruit, now coated in various spices. "Try not to taste it, just swallow. It might feel odd at first but I suspect it will calm your stomach down for atleast a little while." She stated, 'helpfully.'
Selior stopped, slamming his hand on the door he plunked his forehead against it and moaned. "It's morning, still?" He muttered, grumpily. Thwapping himself around so that he faced the others, it was a miracle the door didn't give in as he landed with an impressive thud. "I haven't slept in.." He blinked, "I'm.. not sure."
"It was a full moon last night." Faharae said, grinning. "It was wonderful to see you in your natural form, Grand Selior." She coo'ed.
After finishing a few more bites, Nicolai raised an eyebrow, "A faun?" He had only seen one or two in his time, and they had merely been traveling through, so to speak.
Scooting his plate away from him, since he was done eating for the time being, he leaned back in his chair, "I...would have to agree...with..." he trailed off, not knowing Faharae's name, so he simply nodded in her direction. "It seems odd that ...one who loves you would do such a thing."
She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "He gave it to me so I could go with him to his home." She replied quietly. "Couldn't go unless I experienced magic." She muttered, remembering that all too well. "It only put me in this state because I took it a lot, and now that it doesn't exist here, I can't have it anymore." She itched her ear, and took the fruit, eying it distastefully. "... If I die from this..." She warned, looking at Faharae.
And then she popped it into her mouth, and swallowed it whole before she could taste it. Thankfully. It did calm her stomach a little, and she smiled at Faharae. "Thanks." She muttered. Then she looked over at the poor werewolf.
It was a full moon last night? She frowned at Selior. "So go back to sleep." She advised bluntly, nodding sagely. She looked at Nicolai, and smiled a little, eyes taking on a slightly dreamy look at the thoughts of Perce in her head. "Yeah, a faun. He told me his name was Perce."
Which wasn't entirely true, but it was the name Perce told her to use.
Faharae nodded, slowly.
Selior, meanwhile, moaned. "Oh, Perce is it? That's rich. Don't tell me you called him 'Percy' too." He slid pathetically down the door and gave her a glare, "Oh, really? Why didn't I think of that?! Go to sleep Selior, you're tired!" He mocked. "I would if I could, princess, but I can't.." What was atfirst sarcastic turned into whining. "I never can after one of those nights.. So. Is that what you girls were talking about, boyfriends?" He asked, pointedly at Nicolai. After shifting uncomfortably he nodded at Faharae, "Come rub my shoulders, Faharae." He commanded.
She stood up, nodded and promptly did so while the werewolf gave Nicolai a half hearted, devious smirk.
"I would hardly call these 'drugs' magic." Nicolai stated quietly as he leaned forward to take one last bite from his plate. He ignored Selior, at first, anyway. He slowly shook his head, then let out a small sigh, it could have been more dramatic, but it was late/early.
"Was it...at...least...worth it?" He questioned, only having heard of these 'Faerie Realms' through stories he had heard and read.
When smirked at, he gave Selior a blank look in return, not seeming to overly care, for he had not yet unleashed...his full Nicolai-like self, only being in 'stage two.' Soon...however... Fear it. That, and he had recently done something that Selior was bound to find out about soon, involving a mask...Fear that also!
Jezebel flipped Selior off smoothly, rolling her eyes. She looked over. "You poor thing." Yeah, the comment on Perce made her a little less than cheerful to the werewolf she normally was nicer to. ******** him. "We were talking about my drug problem." She snorted at him, and looked at Nicolai.
She grinned. "Yeah, it was." She shrugged. "Wouldn't have done it again if it wasn't worth it, trust me." She returned to eating her little dish, glad for the concoction she'd used to settle her stomach with. She had promptly ignored how Faharae had obeyed the command without so much as a thought, other than to think...
That's kinda pathetic. And that ugly voice reared its head. And yet... That's how you fawned over Perce, you know. She sneered a little at the voice.
Selior rolled his eyes and slowly came to his feet, moaning as though it were climbing a thousandbillion foot mountain. Faharae dropped her hands to her hips and rose her eyebrows at the other two as he turned around, "Suppose' that's my que. C'mon love, let 'em brood together.. perfect match." He mumbled to the semidryad who shook her head at everyone else but followed him out none the less.
Seli was being pretty grumpy, too!
Jezebel snorted a little at the retreating pair, and got up, grabbing her bowl. "I'm goin' to go back to my room, before I decide to faint and get stuck down here." She offered a smile to Nicolai. "I'll see you around, Nicolai." She said politely, nodding to him.
She took her bowl with her, retreating back to her room to eat and then, hopefully, sleep. Her plan was to sleep through the entire withdrawal symptoms. Better than anything else, really.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:15 pm
Reserved Log o8. Adda/Jezebel first meeting RP.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:16 pm
Roleplay Log o9.
Contains: Adda, Jezebel, Rinter, Cornelius, Selior.
Purpose: Adda plays savior for Cornelius, and things extend into a fight between Jezzy and Rinter (pft, about time...) and a mudfight? o.O
Length: 25 posts.Quote: Poor Cornelius. He had been through so much in such a short amount of time.. Materalized at the pleasing of a mute physcopathic woman, enslaved by a blonde dryad and finally discovered by the self proclaimed 'owner' of the mansion.
It was when Faharae was returning Cornelius one night that Selior discovered him. He was in Muse's room, telling her something along the lines of how he wanted her to do his laundry, when she came around. It took one glance at the smooth-faced, black haired 'latin' man for Selior to decide he knew exactly what happened.
But why take it out on Muse, his laundry-doer and cook and general maid servant? Much easier to take it ou on Cornelius. It didn't help at all that as Cornelius was being drug off, he "accidently" was rammed across one of Rinter's robots, smashing it against a wall and destroying it's shell entirely. Obviously not one of Rinters most durable creations, it was a lightweight robot Rinter had been experimenting with. It had been spying on arious m embers of the mansion and was about to return to Rinter with certain findings when destroyed.. Rinter was, needless to say, quite upset.
So in the end of the terrible saga, Cornelius was out infront of the mansion infront of the huge black wood doors. It was raining, again, quite hard and thunder was brewing and he was being lifted in the air by the half-shifted werewolf who seeme dquite pleased with the person to abuse. Rinter, edging Selior on, stood off to the side while trying to retrieve information from the tiny little robot's main computer chip.
Jezebel and her new little shadow, Adda, wandered down the hallway in a rather absent fashion. Adda's eyes looked around with insatiable curiosity, while Jezebel walked with a determined air. Because she was going to get food, and go back to her room in attempt of losing the small blonde.
"Hey, what's that?" Adda asked, looking out the window curiously at apparent figures. She saw that one seemed to be in trouble, and the other was large enough for her to recognize. "That Selior brute is beating on someone."
Jezebel lifted an eyebrow, and wandered over, peering out. She frowned a little, and without consulting the girl, began the descent outside to find out what the hell was going on. Adda followed wordlessly, stroking Pygmy's head beside her shoulder in silence.
Jezebel pried the doors open, and stood just outside, hiding a little from the rain. It'd be her luck to catch a cold out in this weather. Adda stood beside her, frowning, and said over the rain. "What are you doing to that man! Let him down!"
Jezebel snorted a little. "Another one?" She asked Rinter, looking over. She had meant the robot. She walked over to him. "What happened to this one?" She asked, looking over at him. She was trying to be civil, after all the man had helped her.
"Surely, sir, you must realise you are being awfully rash.." Cornelius muttered. Despite being held by his throat and elevated some three feet in the air, he seemed remarkably calm. (But not so much so that it was painfully obvious, either. He was still plenty afraid, obviously.)
"Sure. That's how I like to be." Selior mocked, grinning widely. If picking fights with people was any indication, the lack of gladiator tournaments was begining to get to him. Of course, this wasen't exactly what you called fair game, either.. and he wasen't about to actually kill anyone in such a way. Not that he was gonna let them think that for one second.
He looked at the women as they entered, and then raised an eyebrow at Adda's demand. Blinking twice, he transformed into his full self.. Selior, glancing at Adda in an almost questioning way, motioned at Cornelius with his free hand while still holding the other tight around his throat.
Rinter looked away from the scene and glanced at Jezebel, frowning. "That's certainly none of your business!" He snapped, hugging the broken robot tighter to his chest. As he did, it hit one of the odd, glowing blue 'bottons' on his coat and zapped a bit before projecting a small screen that seemed to be playing it's most recent video capture...
...Of Jezebel getting ready to go in her shower!
Blushing immensely Rinter threw the shelled robot on the ground and slammed his foot over it. "Go away!"
Adda looked crossed between being MORE afraid of Selior in his full, beasty form, and LESS afraid of him because he was an animal now. She stepped forward, sucking up all her courage. "Yes, him. Let him go, Selior. You're all going to catch your deaths out here in the rain." She crossed her arms, watching him.
Jezebel looked over, amused. "Girl hangs around me for a day and look at her, all puffed up and ready to defend some guy she doesn't even--" She saw the video. Her eyes went WIDE, and then narrowed to slits. "You ********' pervert!"
And of course, as any good woman would, she smacked Rinter, though not across the face this time. She smacked him across the back of the head. "Jesus, Rint, are you that desperate to get laid? ********' Tom!" She smacked him again for good measure, and turned with an indignant huff, walking back over to the door and leaning on it. ******** if she'd be civil NOW, he had a video of her in her ********' shower!
Selior blinked. Was she talking to him like he was some sort of dog?
Well, he considered, he was a dog. Sort of! He grinned again and dropped Cornelius, who landed on his feet luckily and took a step away from the werewolf hastily. He coughed a few times and rubbed his throat while giving Selior a rather bitter glare, only to turn it on Adda and transform it into something thankful.
"It's the boy again." Selior muttered, glancing up at the moon. A little 'twinkle', should one choose to look at it that way, came into his eyes.. "All I wanted was alittle fun, now I'm going to have to pester the cows again.." He seemed dissapointed.
Rinter exclaimed 'ow!' twice, and took a quick jump away from Jezebel and positioned himself under one of Selior's now extreamly furry arms. "STOP THAT!" He demanded, glaring at her. "JUst.. STOP TALKING.. NOW!" He further demanded, crossing his arms still quite red in the face and glaring up at Selior. "This is all your fault!" He informed him who just sort of let out a very odd looking sigh, "Honestly Rinter, even I can't help you here.."
Adda rolled her eyes. "So go pester the cows!" She snorted at him. "It's not exactly civil, attacking people like that just because you've nothing better to do." She scolded, without really thinking about it.
Jezebel turned again, eyes narrowed and dark. "Who the HELL are you talking to, BOY!" She snapped, fingers curling into fists. "Because if you THINK FOR ONE MINUTE you're gonna get away with talkin' to ME like that, you've got another thing comin'! I have NO TROUBLE knockin' your head so hard your TEETH RATTLE OUT!" She snapped, seething. How dare he!
"AND!" She added, walking towards him with the pure need to hit something. "IF I CATCH ONE OF YOUR ROBOTS ANYWHERE NEAR MY BATHROOM, I'LL DISMANTLE IT AND THEN COME DISMANTLE YOU, AM I ********' CLEAR!?" She half-screamed, half-snarled at the nerdy blond.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, Rinter...
Selior snorted in Adda's direction. "You have no idea what he did to me." Glancing at her snake a minute he shook his 'head'.. which was basically his entire upper torso. "He killed my pet." He informed her.
Cornelius choked, "What?! That .. that mechanical thing, I already appolagized!" He exclaimed, backing up further.
Rinter hid behind Selior quite promptly. "S-stupid woman! You don't scare me!" He told her. Sounding entirely scared.
"Selior.. Selior, subdue that.. THING.. please.." Rinter declared, tugging on Selior's back in a pleading manner. Looking rather amused, Selior snorted again, "Oh, Alright." He muttered, moving to pick Jez up and throw her over his one of his seven foot tall' shoulder's self. "Now Jezzy, calm down, you know aswell as I do Rinter's at that awkward stage in his life.. permanently, prolly, but we have to support him." He joked.
Adda blinked, and scoffed. "Well then, have at it." She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Seli. There're much more creative ways to hurt someone." She pointed out. She looked at Cornelius. "Are you okay?" She smirked a little.
And then... Rinter insulted Jezebel. "Stupid!?" She seethed. "STUPID!? YOU ********'--" Before she could launch herself at the blond and beat him into a pulp beneath her fists of ultimate womanly fury...
Selior was interfering. "SELIOR PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked, clinging to him with one fist on his back and the other shaking at Rinter. "I swear I'm gonna kill him! Just let me hit him once, come on!" She tried to wriggle down, fuming. "He had a video of me in the SHOWER! AND THEN HE HAD THE ********' NERVE TO CALL ME STUPID!"
She looked at Rinter. "It's pretty sad when you have to have SELIOR play the mediator 'cause you're afraid of a GIRL, Rinter!" She fumed.
Adda snorted laughter at Jezebel's fit. "Jezzy, come on. If you work yourself up you're gonna throw up and it's not gonna be pretty."
"Don't patronize me, Adda!" Jezebel fumed. "Selior put me DOWN!" She clung to him, afraid of getting dropped.
Both Cornelius and Rinter seemed put at immidediate ease when both Selior and Jezebel were distracted.. so to speak. In seeming unison, the two men stood up straight and exhaled in relief.
Cornelius shook his head at Adda and walked over to her. "I did not kill an animal." He quickly defended, glancing at Pygmy.
Rinter cleared his throat and grinned at Jezbel mockingly. "I am not afraid of you because you are a girl, Jezebel. I'm afraid of you because I saw you naked." He said, smoothly. Barely able to contain any sort of giggling, he picked up his computer (the one he had with him,. not the broken robot) and aimed it at her while it beeped some computation it was doing. "Hmm.." He thought outloud, seeming entirely unafraid of the woman then.
Selior, meanwhile, was infact giggling. Well, as much as a werewolf can giggle. It was an equally odd sound as one might imagine, but he kept a good grip on Jezebel and had a sort of fortitude that was hard to doubt. "Oh, you already' hit him. And Rinter's awful sensitive about bein hit, trust me, I know." He explained, through giggles. "He sits in bed for weeks and doesn't get any of the work hes supposed to be doin' done. We can't have that, Jezzy! Now, count to ten, come on.. calm down and I'll put you down." He continued to tease.
Adda rolled her eyes. "I'm going to trust you on your word." She smirked at Cornelius. "The idea of Selior having a pet is farfetched, though." She looked over at Selior, amused. "Jezzy, come on, do what he says!"
"I AM NOT COUNTING TO TEN AND I SWEAR IF RINTER DOESN'T SHUT HIS MOUTH I'M GONNA SEW IT SHUT FOR HIM!" She snapped, temper full again at Rinter's smart comment. "AT LEAST I HAVE SOMETHIN' WORTH LOOKIN' AT YOU TWIG!"
She fumed, and tried to kick Selior in the stomach, chest, wherever she could reach in her current predicament. "I want to beat him into the ********' grass! He deserves it! All I tried to do is be ********' CIVIL to him after he helped me and he doesn't have the common SENSE to do the SAME!" She snapped, fuming.
"He's not gonna let you down, you know." Adda offered, amused. Jezebel shot her a glare that could kill, and Adda flinched away sheepishly, turning back to Cornelius. "She's a bit sick, you see. She's not always like that." She grinned.
Cornelius shook his head at Adda, "Don't trust me, then." He said, sighing at her later coment. "Yes, I suspect these men have ways of turning out the worst in people. I'm afraid there isn't much I can do to help this situation.. I.. haven't been feeling like myself lately.." He mused, sounding somewhat concerned.
Rinter snorted, "Have something to look at? That isn't the conclusion I came to.." He said, turning his head to one side. The computer beeped again and Rinter put it away, tsk-ing Jezebel... Mocking her in every way he could he circled her/Selior. "You really should calm down! You should see your adrenaline levels right now! It's quite remarkable!" He exclaimed, rather thoughtfully. "Selior hold her still I want to take a blood sample.." He began.
Selior blinked as he was kicked. He gave a mock 'ow.' "Well, if you hit 'em like that you aren't gonna do anything worth botherin, hunny. You kick like a girl." He told her, teasing. Truth be told he didn't feel much through the fur and skin and muscle in that form, which made it all the better for fighting..really bad for sensing when to turn out of a fight, but whatever. "Come on. Count.. Count before he pokes you!" He rushed. He glanced at Adda and shook his head at her, "Doubt me? I' love dogs!" He exclaimed. "Don' make me pick you up too, little boy."
She snorted a little. "They do. They're brutes." She grinned a little, shrugging. "But I think Jezzy and Rinter just go around in circles 'cos they like each oth--"
"FINISH THAT SENTENCE AND YOU WON'T LIVE TO SEE TOMORROW, ADDA!"
Jezebel's eyes went wide. "RINTER IF YOU ******** COME NEAR ME WITH A NEEDLE I'LL SHOVE MY STILETTOS SO FAR UP YOUR a** YOU'LL TASTE LEATHER!" She shrieked, no longer fighting to get down but instead trying to climb UP onto Selior's shoulder.
Terrified? Oh yes.
"Shut up! Like you can feel anythin' through all that fur!" She fumed at Selior, clinging to him and trying to get away from the circling Rinter. "Leave me the ******** alone Rinter, I swear I'll hurt you!" She warned.
"Stop calling me a boy!" Adda huffed at him. "I'm a girl!" She rolled her eyes at him, grumbling at the 'endearment'.
"Yaknow, Im begining to think that too." Selior said, nodding at Adda. He rolled his eyes at her female comment and shook his head sadly, "Then grow your hair out, please.." He basically begged her.
Cornelius cleared his throat, "Yes, well. I think I'd like to escape now, if you please.." He said, motioning to the doorway.
Meanwhile, Rinter blinked, "Oh stop complaining, it will hardly hurt at all." He began, taking a step closer. Selior moaned and pushed Rinter back, "Ah, you heard the Lady Rinter. No poking." He muttered as he was being climbed, looking quite pathetic at that point. Rinter furrowed his eyebrows, "But Selior," He began to fuss, taking a step forward.
Deciding it would be harder to pry Jez off him and set her on the ground, Selior decided to make it funner and picked Rinter up instead, setting him on his other shoulder. It happened in a matter of seconds, and Selior stood there like a little wolf mountain but looking somewhat uncomfortable now with the added bulk.
Rinter sat on the man's shoulders rather confused. Then looked quite pale as he looked over and Saw Jez.
"... Fine, I will." Adda rolled her eyes at him. "But only because you asked nicely." She stuck her tongue out at him, and crossed her arms, giggling. "I think they quite like each other." She said boldly, not too scared since Selior was on her side. ... Sort of.
Jezebel looked over, and smirked slowly when she saw Rinter. "Want to call me stupid and s**t, do ya?" She reached out, and instead of smacking him... Dug her nails into his cheek, and ripped down. "THAT'S FOR ALL THE ********' INSULTS WHEN I WAS JUST TRYIN' TO BE NICE!" She snapped, glaring at him.
And then she was very calm. "Selior, put me down." She asked, trying to scoot down away from Rinter.
Adda paled. "Selior, don't! She's liable to kill me, psychopath that she is!"
"Oh, sweetie, I have no plans on killing you. But I will be informing every male you've admired from afar that you like them. Starting with--"
"THAT'S NOT NICE!" Adda fumed and glared at her. "I'm just sayin, with how you two act... Selior, back me up on this!"
Rinter yelped, and a new gash was across his cheek. Muttering pathetically, Selior quickly set both of them down not wanting a fight to break out with his head in the middle. At that, he shifted into his human self and 'aaah'd as he streached ou his arms and poped the joints in his back.
Be it rain drops or tears, water streaked down Rinter's face as he ran off tword the door and collapsed againt it, whining and coddling whis wound' pathetically. He seemed to be trying to say something every few seconds but it would be distruted and incomprehendable between whimpers and slight wails.
Selior shook his head at Rinter, and then at Jez with a very 'how could you' sort of look on his face as he crossed his arms and looked dissapointedly. "I dunno lil' bo-er, thing, you don' go ruining the guy you loves' face now, do ya?" He said. Then he blinked in thought, "Well, there was this one time my friend did to keep 'im from cheatin' on her , but thats another story."
..yeah he had alot of stories.
Jezebel glared after Rinter, and rolled her eyes. She looked at Selior, and lifted her eyebrow slowly. "Don't give me that look. Maybe now he'll stop being such a ********' a*****e to me all the time." She replied coolly, shoving aside any guilt she'd feel over the gash. It'd be a reminder to Rinter about what happened when one pissed off a woman.
Adda rolled her eyes a little, and snorted. "You know, that probably did hurt a lot." She moved over to Rinter. "Here, stop skittering around." She tried to get close enough to see the gash. "It's probably not all that bad. Well, it's gotta hurt like hell, but..."
She looked over, amused. "Well, I've known a mad woman to do lots of crazy things, even to the guy she loves." She replied, amused. "Some couples think arguing's hot." She shrugged sheepishly, and turned to Rinter. "Here, stop blubbering and lemme see..." She said gently, trying to be nice.
Jezebel fumed. "Stop insinuating. He's a d**k." She rolled her eyes a little, irritated. She was not going to feel GUILTY about this, damnit. It was well-deserved.
Selior shook his head at Jez, "I'll give you whatever look I want, woman! Whatcha gonna do, slash my pretty face up too?! Some claws you got on you.." He said, eyebrows raised. "You aren't kin of mine, are ya?" He asked jokingly... and getting an even more devious look on his face, glancing back at the moon, "More importantly, do you want to be?"
Rinter, sniffling like some pathetic little child, put his hands away from his face and frowned at Adda pathetically, moving so that she could see his terrible cut of doom. "It hurts!" He whimpered, glaring hatefully at Jezebel, "You are evil!" He screamed.
"Ouch. Must hurt to hear those words coming out of his mouth, Jez. Don worry, we will find you another nerd to love." Selior grinned, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and back again. He was clearly having a great deal of fun, judging by the grin streached across his face.
"I think I broke a nail." She looked down at her 'claws', and snorted a little at Selior. "Keep your fangs away from me, buddy." She gave him a pointed look. "If I wake up fuzzy, I'll be comin' after you."
Adda laughed softly, and reached down. "Here." She pulled up part of her tunic, and ripped it off to use. She wiped away some blood carefully. "It doesn't look too bad... The rain's making the blood run a lot." She said, wiping it again carefully.
Jezebel rolled her eyes at Rinter. "And you expected something else?" She glared at him. Adda waved at her to stop instigating, and got up. "We really should go inside. We're going to catch colds and die out here."
"I like it." Jezebel snorted, and walked out into the rain, standing in it and ruining her very fluffy skirt. Her hair would dry and fluff out tenfold, but that was okay!
She glanced over at Selior, and glared a little. "I don't want another nerd to love." She huffed, and whacked at him. Adda laughed quietly, continuing to wipe.
"She's all hot air most of the time." She snorted. "But you really shouldn't test a girl, 'specially if she's got nails." She nodded in a wise-in-the-way-of-worlds manner, and held the cloth against his face. "You oughta get this cleaned and bandaged. No knowin' what could get in it if it's left." She frowned a little, eying the cut.
"Psh, he's got every kinda antibiotic 'currently known to man' in that lab of his, lil' boy. I woulden't worry." Selior said, jumping away from Jezebel's swipe, while raising an eyebrow at her.
"Oh, that wasen't smart." He warned, taking a step tword her. "I've never actually tried to make a lil' werewolf sister, lesse how it goes. That's how my father met my mother, actually." He said, with a sinister tone and devious expression all over his face.
Of course, he was just teasing. Sorta. He liked to play these things far too much.
Rinter, meanwhile, was glaring at Adda everytime she spoke to him. "Don't tell me how it looks!" He snapped. "I know how it looks based on how it feels! Don't tell me it's not that bad!!" He continued, before scoffing and rolling his eyes. "This ignorant theory you people have, standing out in cold rain will get you sick.. it's ridiculous. Honestly, all it could possibly do is lower your body temperature which may affter your immune system but it really doesn't matter if you are realtively healthy in the first place. Idiots." He scoffed.
"And when you have a lowered body temperature..." She pushed on the wound slightly forcefully, glaring at him a little. "Your body reacts by giving you a fever, which is stage one of a common cold. Now shut up, stop glaring, and let me help you." She said bluntly, wiping the blood away again. "Unless you wanna do it yourself." And she tossed the cloth to him, and got up, wiping her hands off. "No skin off my nose."
Jezzy squeaked, and backed away from Selior. "Stop that! Go maul Adda." She waved towards the girl, sniffing at him. "She hasn't gotten messed with all day."
"Shhhh." Adda snorted at Jezebel, and rolled her eyes. "Seli, go right on and bite her. Honestly, she needs it." She smirked deviously.
"I do not!" She fumed a little, and continued walking away from Selior. "No biting, no mauling, nothing that could be remotely leading to a furry Jezebel. I just shaved my legs this morning!" If she sprouted fur, she'd be very put out.
Rinter moaned, "That isn't true!" He snapped, "Sickly anemic people just catch colds faster that way, ugh! Nevermind. I'm tired of trying to teach monkies how to talk." He crossed his arms and glared at her. "I didn't ask for your help in the first place!" He said.. then sniffled again pathetically and went back to staring at Jezbel rather puppy-eyed.
Selior rolled his eyes, "Okay, do I look hairy to you!?" He asked rather indignantly. "It's fully controllable, hunny. But I suppose you woulden't know that.. yet.." He coulden't help masking a chuckle now and did so, which sorta ruined the scary impending doom feeling he had initially been going for. With a sigh, he sat on the ground in the mud and stared up at the sky, "Seriously, think there are any laws in this world about turning people into werewolves against their will? I'm begining to get all lonely." He said, grinning again.
Adda rolled her eyes at Rinter, and snorted. "She won't feel any bit of guilt until she's back in her room. It's... a trigger, or something. I dunno how her mind works."
"It doesn't!" Jezebel grinned at them deviously, and snorted at Selior. "There really oughta be laws against that sort of thing." She grumbled. Adda laughed quietly.
"Well, I don't think there are. I mean, that's how a lot of werewolves get to be all... Werewolf-y right? Accidental bites or random attacks or--"
"Adda."
"What?"
"You're babbling." Jezebel smirked a little, amused. Adda's face turned bright red and she covered her mouth, mumbling an apology out around her hands.
Rinter stood up, hissing something that sounded like an insult at the two women he got to the door and opened it to retreat to his lab.
Selior, staring at his 'friend' shook his head, "Not quite. Most of us are born this way... It's fairly common to try and turn you're lover though." He gave a half shrug, "They tend to die that way, though. So easy to overkill the biting thing! Go figure." He shook his head again and yawned before standing up, mud caking most of his lowerbody now .. though he didn't seem to mind.
That's when he shifted back into a werewolf, and promptly shook, spraying mud in every direction.
Jezebel frowned. "Did you ever try turnin' someone?" She asked curiously, wiping water off of her face. In time to get sprayed with mud thanks to a werewolf. "SELIOR!" She shrieked, covering her face.
Adda laughed and tried to take cover from the mud, though not successfully. "..." She sighed. "Well, I'm already muddy." She pulled off her sandels, and walked right into the mud, flopping down into it. Jezebel stared at her as if she had three heads.
"You're crazy!" Jezebel covered her mouth, laughing. "You're going to ruin your tunic and everything, you know! Have to repaint your scales!"
"That's alright." She grinned, and looked at Selior. "I think she's far too clean." She nodded sagely, and looked at Jezebel. "So..." She grinned wickedly, and scooped up a handful of mud, throwing it at Jezebel.
Jezebel's eyes went wide, and she ducked quickly, avoiding the mudball by an inch. "ADDA THAT WASN'T FUNNY!" She fumed, and tried to bolt. Adda snorted laughter.
Selior stared at the two and their begining of a mudfight. He shook his head at them, and looked 'cleverly'at Jez. "Yaknow, mud' would be good for that earthy, natural look." He explained. Taking a step tword the exit of the mansion's property, he nodded at the road and later woods ahead. "I'd best be going before it get's much later. Don' wanna get tired or loose nightlight." He explained.
Without any further good-bye, he took off at remarkable speed for his huge size tword the forests.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 9:17 pm
Roleplay Log 10
Contains: Nicolai, Zahra, Jezebel, Adda, Selior, drunk!Rinter, Muse, Diarmad, Gwydion.
Purpose: The group goes out!
Length: 27+ posts.Shopping! Nicolai was standing silently, much like a shadow, as he eyed the shelves filled with little cat figurines. Not just any type of little statues, but old ancient egyptian artifacts found in one of the more recent digs. He turned around and eyed the shelves on the other side of the little corner that contained the 'Egyptian Artifacts.'
Reaching out his hand slowly, he ran a finger down one of the pots, tracing the picture of the black panther, then the snake coiled on the 'ground' beside it.
"What do you think of this one, my prince?" She asked, holding up one of the larger cat statues.
"That is...nice..." he remarked, not ever fully looking at the thing, keeping his eyes focused mostly on the ground and the other trinkets surrounding them.
"Really?" She asked happily, then narrowed her eyes, "But it's an animal...a dirty...filthy..." she trailed off as she continued to examine it, even going as far as to pet the top of it's fake little head.
Jezebel wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms in a more nervous gesture than one of actual irritation at the temperature. Adda had convinced her to go shopping. Of course she did. Why else would she venture so far from the mansion? For the little blond girl she... Well. Adopted was the closest term without going into complicated mess.
"This is pretty!" Adda grabbed a very long necklace, made of large wood beads, and put it on, curiously. She eyed herself, grinning, and then took it off, looking at Jezebel. She snorted when she spotted the girl eying a mirror of all things. "I bet there are LOADS of mirrors back at the mansion. Why spend your time lookin' for one here?" She nudged her, grinning, and started to move down an aisle again.
Jezebel shrugged at her, amused at the girl's enthusiasm to be out and about, and followed after her, glancing around. She stopped when she spotted a statue of a little deer-person playing a pipe. A faun. she corrected quietly, biting into her lip. She turned and walked away from it quickly, chasing after Adda. "So whyyyy did I have to come now?" She asked, lifting an eyebrow at the blond.
Who's attention was GONE the moment she spotted someone she knew! "Nicolai?" She said, frowning a little curiously. He looked... different. Not in a bad way, no, but definitely different. She walked towards him cautiously.
Jezebel watched, and looked a little amused. "A crush of yours, Adda?" She asked innocently, turning and disappearing down another aisle, to look at the very random assortment of knick knacks and trinkets. She picked up a jewelry box, looking like glass or something equally frail, and examined it quietly.
They had heard the others had gone out, or rather, Rinter's scout robot had stalked the two groups. Deciding to join in on the party, Rinter, Selior and Muse made their ways tword the antique shop.
Actually, they were going quite fast. Why? Well, the new motorcycle Selior had procured!
It was a gorgeous thing Selior payed waaay too much for, but unknown to most he had found plenty of valuble treasures in that mansion so he had all the funds he needed for the moment. In a shirt! Gasp, well, a leather jacket, and sunglasses, and big black boots.. he looked quite the little biker werewolf. And so did Muse, attached to his back hugging tightly but enjoying every minute of the ride, also decked out in cliche leather ornaments with her hair in an annoyingly long poneytail...
That never ceased to whack Rinter in the face time and time again as he sat uncomfortably in one of those stupid little 'side kick' cars attached to the side of the motorcycle. His very long lengs bunched up infront of him, and a very huge helmet on his face, the geeky smile he was shooting at all the cute girls because he had CONVINCED himself he looked cool didn't help AT ALL. Who coulda though a motorcycle could pull three people, anyway?!
Anyway, they cooly rode up the entrance of the shop. Riding across the sidewalks, they parked it infront and got off. Rinter and Muse atleast looked cool. Rinter was struggling to untangle himself out of the .. thing he was in.
"Well, look who's here!" Selior said, loud enough for the entire shop to notice his preasance while he helped Muse off the motorcylce and completely abandoned Rinter in his struggle.
"Though it is...rather...nice." Zahra slowly admitted that she did think it was something she liked as she added that to her little collection that she had already chosen to decorate her room with. She had already dragged Nicolai to various other shops along their way to purchase other various things...This was the last place on their stop, at least for now. She tapped her golden snake-like arm band as she picked up another thing...that was until she heard someone say Nicolai's name!
Instantly her eyes shot over to Adda, catching only a glimpse of Jezebel as she wandered off to another aisle.
Nicolai took the little trinket from Zahra and placed it in the little shopping bag thing they had gotten. Being overly gentle when he was doing so. Hearing something, he ever so slowly turned his head until he saw the source.
For a few seconds, he eyed her, or rather her feet, then the air just above her, "Adda." He said in his half-whisper voice and raised a hand to give a 'still' wave, before lowering his hand and arm.
"Who is that?" Zahra demanded, raising an eyebrow as she looked Adda up and down, "Who are you?" She said coldly. Before she could say any more she was interrupted by Selior's loudness. Almost jumping, she turned her glare from Adda to Selior, her look becoming less dangerous and angry when she saw who it was. Giving him a quick wave, she ignored Muse, and...of course...poor...Rinter.
Adda looked a little amused at the way Nicolai had addressed her, and brushed Zahra's coldness off smoothly. "I'm Adda." She smiled at Zahra, warmly. Then she looked at Nicolai. "How've you been? You look different." She said, musingly. She looked up, blinking, when she saw the source of the loudness. She really wasn't too surprised.
She grinned a little. "Hello, Selior." She greeted, looking at Muse and Rinter and nodding to them. Because she hadn't met Muse before, and Rinter was... Well. Rinter. No love for the dweeb. Except, of course, the instigation... "Jezebel's around here somewhere." She winked at Rinter, grinning wickedly.
Jezebel looked up with a frown, and rolled her eyes when she realized who had just walked in. Muse and Selior were fine, it was Rinter she preferred not to see. Which was why she simply cradled the jewelry box under her arm, and went down the aisle away from them, towards the backwall of the shop.
She just felt drawn to the box, otherwise she'd have set it down. It was pretty. In a not-pretty-so-much-as-old way... Nonetheless, she wanted to avoid another break out with Rinter, and avoiding Selior and Muse would gaurentee avoidance of the dweeby one.
Selior grinned as he walked in, taking a quick look around. "Uh huh. You guys needa grow some taste.. antiques? Psh." He shook his head, poking a thing casually. It tipped over and shattered. "I'll pay for that." He muttered quickly and occupied his other hand with Muse's.
Happy to be escourted by such a charming werewolf, Muse made a show of leaning up dantily and kissing each of his cheeks. Selior spun her under his arm and she bowed. Clearly they liked preforming. ((WWE anyome? >.>))
Finally they sepearted, Muse getting drawn to Nicolai like a magnet she shamelessly went to *shove* her way inbetween him and Zahra. Selior, meanwhile, trotted tword Adda while shaking his head dissaprovingly at Muse. "So, why are you and miss tragedy here?" He asked, shooting Jez a look.
Rinter, meanwhile, quite ticked off nobody was helping him or even insulting him, got out of the cart finally. On his way in he noticed a group of blondes and with a very disturbing look on his face he trodded over to them lopsided and proceeded to impress them with his robots.
"He's a lil drunk." Selior whispered to Adda, smirking.
When Adda introduced herself, she returned her hateful look to the poor girl, "You." She sneered, folding her arms, trying to latch one under Nicolai's arm, in a posessive manner, "The little boy from the garden!" She had listened to Nicolai telling her of this girl he had met, just before releasing her. "Could you move further away?" She asked Adda 'sweetly,' though it was an order rather than a question.
"I have...grown." He stated, though that was obvious, "Into the...'third stage' as...Rinter...calls it." He looked from the floor over to Zahra as he took her arm, looking almost sad to do it, which only made her cling tighter. "I have ...been quite...well." He let out a sigh at the end, before asking her, "And...you,...Adda?" Her name, was again, said rather whispery.
"Shoo." Zahra commanded, huffing a little when he actually answered! Suddenly...she was ripped away from Nicolai! "Wha..." She flung off to the side all dramatically, holding her breath as she grasped onto one of the shelves and slowly, very slowly, turned to stare at Muse...Her lower jaw dropped as she stared at the other woman, who was so invading the space of 'her' Nicolai.
He, however, didn't seem to mind, and looked at the top of Muse's head and almost smiled, but not really since it was 'too hard' for him to ever do such a thing, "Hello...Muse." he greeted her quietly. Then extended an arm toward Adda, motioning for her to come closer to him on the otherside...
And you know how one can tell Jezzy was wearing off on Adda? She DID move closer. She moved right under his other arm, just to piss off Zahra. Because, as the unofficial-adopted-sister-of-Jezebel... You just had to do it. It was something in the water, she imagined. She smiled up at him. "I've been alright. I've been hanging around Jezebel mostly." She said with a shrug.
Then she looked at Muse and grinned. "I'm Adda. I don't think we've met." She held her hand out to her, because just 'cause Zahra was mean didn't mean she couldn't meet a new friend, right? Right! Then she looked at Selior, and her eyes gleamed. "You know, that li'l drunken Rinter could prove lots of amusement." She said innocently, grinning. "We came 'cause I wanted to go shopping."
"She dragged me along because apparently I'm in doors too much." Jezebel called from where she was near the back, eying little trinkets here and there, and still clinging to that little jewelry box.
Muse grinned at Adda and hastily shook her hand before grinning at Nicolai and moving to life Adda's hands up to his lips expecting him to kiss it. Yeah, she liked ticking people she didn't like off, too~
At any rate, she then moved to hug Nicolai warmly all lovingly and s uch and utterly ignore Selior who was now spending half of his time glaring at her and the other half at Nicolai. "You're so stupid. And ugly." Selior muttered grumpily, crossing his arms. "Yes, well, we all needa get out of that place more. Seriously Jez, what's your problem? Get over here and 'join the club.'" He asked, tossing his head tword her and shaking his head again.
Rinter, meanwhile, seemed to be doing quite well with the girls, remarkably. Catching it, Selior moaned, though he seemed somewhat amused regardless. "Yeah, no kidding. Here I thought it'd make him stupider but we were at a bar earlier.. obviously.. and he's already picked up half a dozen numbers. Meh, they are prolly' fake numbers anyway. Or the pay by the minute type." He said with a snort. "Not that I'd know! Nicolai just told me about em."
Not ever having had this happen before, at least not him having to do the hand kissing, he would have looked caught off-guard, but using his elite Nicolai skills, he managed to look the same. Rather slowly, but moving nonetheless, he went to kiss her hand all 'tenderly' eyeing Selior the entire time, as he went to do the same to Muse's hand.
"Really?" He asked Selior, almost sounding smug as he finished, "I have no use...for those numbers..." He stated as he looked down on either side of him, "I don't see why I would know any to begin with." He raised the corner of his lips an entire..half of a centimeter in a smile toward Adda, "That is...wonderful..." he told her, glad to hear that she was okay.
Zahra, of course, was not. Hissing, she moved behind Nicolai, trying to latch on to him as well, getting madder and redder in the face as he actually kissed...their hands! "Get away from him!" She nearly screamed as she moved in front of him and tried to shoo them away by waving her arms, "Get away!" Not even he seemed to be listening to her, which only caused her to huff and puff more. Going to stand beside Selior, she frowned at them hatefully, muttering for them to get away rather than yelling.
"Nicolai..." she began, giving him a smile, but before she could continue...he was already looking over at Muse and Adda again...
Adda grinned at the handkiss, and shook her head, amused. She looked at Selior, and lifted an eyebrow, even more amused by that. "He's actually good at getting numbers? Well jee, I never thought I'd see it out of him." She grinned.
Adda completely brushed off Zahra's little freak out, and couldn't help the slightly smug smirk on her face when Zahra went to stay beside Selior, mumbling. "Come on, Jezzy, join us!" She called, leaning back to look over at her. Jezebel was carefully lifting the top off a trinket. She almost dropped it at being yelled at, eyes wide, and put it back quickly, fumbling.
"Jeez, you have a big mouth." She snorted, and wandered over, stopping to set the jewelry box down. It was like getting rid of a security blanket but that was okay. Really. ... No, seriously. She stood off to the side, smiling at Selior. "So what's this I hear about the dweeb scoring?" She asked curiously, crossing her arms now that her hands were unoccupied. "Is he really doin' good, or is it just a pity thing?" Of course, she heard the 'bar' mention.
"... We have to go there next." She looked at Adda. "Even if we just go dancing. I haven't been out on the town since I came here." She grinned a little, amused. Adda snorted.
"I won't let you drink."
"That's okay!" Jezebel beamed innocently. She could sneak something if she absolutely had to...
Muse was glaring at Zahra possesively. She put her hand in the shape of an 'L', stuck her tounge out and pointed at Zahra.. effectively trying to call her a .. LOOSER! Before going back to hugging Nicolai.
Selior sighed, "Mhm. I think he's finally puttin' that brain of his to good use, I guess. Guess the drunkness just makes him..smarter or something.." His voice widdled down to a mumble, his eye twitched and he reached over, grabbed Muse and pulled her away from emo boy of doom! "Muse! Stop it! We talked about this!" Well, okay, he talked about it and she stared athim mutely.
Crossing her arms Muse tromped tword Jezebel while giving Nicolai 'I miss you' type glances every now and then. She went straight for the jewelry box Jez had previously.
"There." Selior said, exhaling slowly he smiled back at Nicolai, "Sure, Nicolai. I also took a message for you the other night, that query you had about the sex change operation came through.. you can finally be a real woman next month!" He retorted smugly.
Rinter was in the process of playing with of the blonde's hair and giggling at them. .. It was all quite disturbing, really.
Upon being called a loser, Zahra almost lunged toward Muse. Instead she hissed something under her breath, and only mocked her by silently laughing when she was forced to leave Nicolai's side. She took this chance to move closer to him then grin at him, batting her long blackened eyelashes.
Frowning at Selior, he shook his head slowly, "Odd...things...go through that mind of yours..." he half rolled his eyes as he looked down at Adda, over at Jezebel, then at Muse returning her "I miss you" looks. "You must be...greatly ...disturbed." He ended, only to think about something, "Dancing? Yes we...should go there." he agreed, though to him, dancing meant more like the waltz, but he was Nicolai, therefore he would learn!
"I would love to dance with you!" Zahra said quickly, hoping to get that out before Muse could...even though it wasn't as if she could speak, but then of course, there was Adda, then the other new lady, Jezebel! Who were able to speak. "That would be fun." She remarked, only for her angry look to reappear on her face seconds later when she was done being cheerful at the moment, she had better things to do, that involved trying to pry Nicolai away from Adda.
Adda leaned on Nicolai, looking at Muse with an apologetic and sheepish smile. She didn't have to listen to Selior, and hell, if she could piss off Zahra... Well then! But her affection was cleverly masked. Nicolai was a friend, and... Well, she got a kick out of this.
Jezebel grinned a little at Muse. "Isn't he mean?" She snorted at Selior. "Bossing you around like that. You shouldn't have to listen to him, you're your own person." She nodded sagely at Muse, shooting Selior a devious look. "If you wanna go stand with Nicolai, you should." She smiled at Muse, and then looked at the jewelry box.
"Kinda ordinary." She commented. Even though she'd been clinging to it seconds ago. She looked at Nicolai and grinned. "I think it'd be fun to see how people dance here." Because she knew her 'dancing', back in her world, were... Well. Pretty 'bad' compared to what was normal. Of course that didn't matter to this li'l diva!
Adda snorted at her, and grinned. "I think it'd be fun, actually." She agreed finally, shrugging innocently and using that shrug to lean against Nicolai. Purely for show, of course. She watched Rinter, and couldn't help the face she made. "It's just... So very disturbing to see Rinter picking up girls."
"Innit? Kinda like a nightmare you know you won't wake up from." Jezebel nodded sagely, grinning.
Muse smiled at Jez and shook her head. She didn't do it because she thought she had to, that was for sure.. but her and Selior had an understanding with one another and it wasen't something worth disturbing at that point. Well, not overly much. She shook her head and pet the top of the jewelry box, trying to mouth the words 'pretty' but as she never talked it looked rather jumbled.
"Well, back we go then. C'mon, I saw some taxis and I think a limo around the corner on the street." Selior declared, turning around. "YO, RINTER! C'MON!" He glanced back at Nicolai and smiled slightly, "Only at the thought of you, Nicolai. Do we really have to take him?" He said, looking at the women poutily.
Rinter, meanwhile, looked in the shop and sighed. The blonde he was with planted a kiss on his cheek and tucked a peice of paper into his collar before leaving.. leaving him to wobble into the store with a huge grin on his face.
"I.. GOT ANOTHER UN!" He declared happily, hands in the air. "Let's go back to the PARTY then! WOO!!" He further declared, pointing at the exit of the place. .. Yeah he was a little more than a little drunk.
"Then...let...us go." Nicolai 'announced' as he dramatically outstretched his hand, ignoring Selior as he headed toward the door, intending to lead Adda with one arm, and Zahra with the other since she happened to be there. He went to hold the door for them as well, being all formal and polite.
Zahra looked slightly less aggrivated, now that she at least was able to be on one side of him. She went to tag the small bag of little trinkets she had chosen and stopped when she got to the door, "Wait, we have to pay for this first. Oh well, bye!" She went to try and actually push Adda, but was cut short when she heard the cashier giggle and say something along the lines of "No worries!" as she...winked at Nicolai.
Growling under her breath, and sounding unually cat-like while doing so, she held her bag closer to her and looked around for this 'limo' Selior had mentioned, "Where is it?" She asked, "Over there you said?" She pointed toward the corner of the building she thought he was referring to while giving Rinter a blank look...
Nicolai appeared to be rather proud of Rinter...as he watched him obtain another number, deciding he probably wasn't as ill as he had first thought the poor boy to be.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Adda caught Jezebel watching Rinter, and... Was she? She WAS! She was laughing. Jezebel covered her mouth, not to be nice, but because she was actually laughing. Rinter was more drunk than she had thought. Jezebel shook her head, grinning, and trailed after them, amused. "So come on, let's go! I wanna go dancing!"
"You think you can dance in those shoes?" Adda asked, looking down at the dangerous heels the woman had. She gave a very cold glare to Zahra when she went to try and push her, and simply moved that much closer to Nicolai, comfortable with the lack-of space between them. This woman was asking for it, seriously!
Jezebel grinned and walked with them, shrugging. "Sure I can!" She looked back at Rinter, and snorted a little, shaking her head. She continued walking, looking around curiously as she walked. Adda grinned a little and shook her head.
"You're gonna be screamin' bloody murder soon, you know."
"Iiiiii dooooon't caaaaare! I want to go dance, let's go!" Set in the ways was Jezebel. ... Or something equally wise-sounding.
Selior scoffed, glared, and went to shove past Nicolai and company to LEAD them to where all the taxis and limos were at, picking and dropping people off and so forth.
Muse, deciding Zahra was officially a bish and she finally had her first enemy, crept up behind the woman as silently as she could. In one quick movement, she went to do some.. odd.. kung fu move.. between her and Nicolai to release his arm and send her flying!! And then replace said thing with her gushing self.
Rinter smiled, pulling the number out of his collar. "S.. Sarah.. record this one in the database.. plez.." He mumbled, giving the paper to his robot droid that was hovering around him per usual. It beeped, not sounding happy about it. He walked after the rest and grinned, "WERE GONNA GO IN A LIMO?! OH MAN! THATZ COO! I'm sittin with the girls, hehe.. Or with Nicolai, guess iz' the same thing."
Spotting the limo, Zahra was only moments away from attempting to drag Nicolai off in that direction when...she went flying! "What?!" was all she managed to screech as off she went...heading toward Selior and anything in between them. All she was able to make out while 'flying' through the air was the outline of Muse, and even that was rather blurry. Letting out something that sounded cat-like...again, like some sort of yowl, screech of surprise thing...she decided at that point that Muse...and Adda...and maybe even Jezebel for just being there, had to die.
Ignoring everything else at this point, which meant everything that didn't involve the surrounding women, he stopped and watched Zahra soar through the air, only to be replaced by Muse. He held out his arm for Muse, then looked down toward Adda, when she was suddenly much much closer than she had been before.
"After...you." He told the two women beside him, including Jezebel in his little comment as wel as he made another dramatic sweep toward the Limo door, sadly...missing Zahra, considering she was...not next to him anymore...
"If he sits next to me and I get groped or hit on, I swear to God..." Jezebel warned, though it didn't hold her usual venom. No, it was ******** hilarious! She got in quickly, to get to a window seat. Adda grinned and got in, moving to sit with Nicolai and Muse.
Why?
So that spot was open. Because Adda WAS a troublemaking little girl thanks to Jezebel. Damn girl. Jezebel stared at her, scandalized. "I've been left for a man of... odd handsomeness." She huffed. "Yeesh." She snorted at Adda when she went to move, and held her hand up. "Stay there. I'm fine." She grinned.
Adda nodded, amused, and moved a little bit away from Nicolai, so she wasn't practically ontop of him. Muse was there, not Zahra. No more competing for... Well. Nico's attention. Adda grinned at Muse. "Welcome back." She laughed quietly.
Jezebel was staring out the window before they even left. Distracted much?
Watching blankly as Zahra.. probably bounced off him! He sighed slightly and shook his head. "That's what you get for drooling all over mister stupid." He muttered, moving into the Limo.
Telling the driver where they wanted to go, Selior rocked the entire thing back and forth a few times as he clammored into a comfortable position. He streached out his arms and legs and looked quite comfortable.
Muse stuck her tounge out at Zahra again, pointed at Nicolai, pointed at herself, and made a little heart shape with her hands. Then she proceeded to try and snuggle the poor man ruthlessly.
"Rinter, Jez wants you to hit on her." Selior muttered as he watched the blonde get in before the limo took off, half skidding as the thing started moving while he was only halfway in.
"Huh?" He asked incoherantly, shutting the door behind him. "Uh. Kay." He declared, crawling to a seat next to her and promptly throwing himself ontop of her.
If he were any man but himself, he would have begun to look disturbed and uncomfortable when Muse snuggled up against him. This, he wasn't used to, and he shifted some in his seat, but went to put an arm behind her as if everything was perfectly fine.
Looking over at poor Jezebel, he shook his head as he watched through his wall of hair while he half stared at the floor of the limo at the same time. "Do you know what a...bar...is?" He asked somewhat randomly, to either Muse or Adda. "Is it like...a...tavern...?" he slowly trailed off as he began to watch Rinter and Jezebel more closely.
Having shoved herself off in some corner of the limo, she glared at Muse and Adda spitefully, plotting...then plotting some more. Holding her bag of trinkets closer to her, she pulled out one of the cat figurines and stared at that, seeming to calm down, or at least change in personality. She looked back over at the rest in the limo and seemed to be different, so basically less of her actreess self, for the time being. She did, however, still seemed angry at not being able to sit next to Nicolai and being stuck next to Selior. Looking over at the werewolf, she stared at him blankly.
Adda's primary response to... Well. Rinter dropping himself on Jezebel like that? Was... Well. She stared, eyes wide, and then covered her mouth. And then she started laughing her a** off. Because she knew that Jezzy's face, under that, was one of utter calm and sheer YOUBASTARDI'MGONNAGETYOUSELIOR. There was NO doubt. "Rinter..." She tried to intervene, sheepishly.
"Rinter." Jezebel spoke very slowly, and very carefully. "I want you to sit up, in the spot next to me if you have to. So I can get up, and properly kick Selior in the leg." She spoke slowly and carefully, because it wasn't really Rinter's fault, he was drunk. But ooh, she was gonna KILL Selior.
Internally? She was spazzing. No doubt. But she was doing good to keep it all calm! Be proud of her!
Adda was still laughing. "And I'm gonna have to add Adda to that list of people to murder..." Jezebel glared at her coolly.
Rinter's expression was blank, he slowly sat up again and crossed his arms looking entirely dissapointed withhis lack of.. lovin! "Oh.. fyne." He muttered, goin g back to his fammilar state of pouting while eyeing Adda prospectively.
Muse got whacked by Selior and sat up straight, deciding it was more fun to tease Zahra than cuddle Nicolai anyway. Selior, looking happy at that, turned to see.. Rinter! And JEz! At which he just started giggling un controllably. "I hope they don' have puppies, the things woulden' have a stable parent.." He teased. At the threat he just shook his head at Jezebel, "Oh, I ain' worried hunny. You kick like a girl judging by how hard you punched the other night." He teased.
He gave Zahra a few uncomfortable looks with a very 'stop looking at me like that!!' sort of expression on, aswell.
At any rate, the bar was incredibly close to the mall. It took perhaps five minutes to get there before th e limo was coming to a hault again.. the sound of music blaring through the car's shell already.
"Probably." Zahra answered Nicolai, staring at Selior even harder after he kept looking at her like that. When the limo came to a stop, she quickly rushed out of the car and waited outside for Nicolai...and Muse. She stuck her foot out, just for poor little Muse...waiting.
Becoming less proud of Rinter when he didn't seem to get as lucky with Jezebel, Nicolai let out a sigh as he exited the limo, shaking his head at Zahra's foot that still remained perfectly still for Muse...
"I doubt...she will trip...over that." he informed her as he stepped over her foot and looked at the bar, cringing at the volume of the music. "This is...the bar?" He asked to no one in particular as he looked down the sidewalk both ways at random people who were going in and out of the bar, trying to determine what kind of people usually frequented the place.
They were getting some odd looks. Obviously the patrons of this tavern had never seen a prince, a highborn lady or a druid before. Poor creatures. They were going to be given a real treat today.
Despite feeling slightly overwhelmed, Diarmad was doing fine. With his chin tilted slightly upwards, the rings on his fingers gleaming in the light streaming out of the bar, long blonde hair falling in waves across his bare shoulders; it wasn't a surprise everyone was staring (at least that's what he told himself). Of course, before Gwydion had whisked him out of the mansion, he had managed to put on blue cloak across his shoulders to hide the wings.
These sorts of gatherings were apart of his life back home, huge balls thrown in his honour. Diarmad knew just how to act and what to do, even if he were in a completely different world, he figured the principles were the same. Now he couldn't wait to actually get in there, since they'd been standing outside the bar for quite a while now.
"Shall we?" Giving the other two a broad smile, he gestured towards the door.
Everild fumbled nervously with her sleeve. She wasn't good in large crowds, but at least she felt a little safer with Gwydion, who had taken her under his wing. Diarmad she wasn't so sure about. The guy seemed slightly unstable and rather arrogant. Of course, he still was rather good looking.
On Gwydion's part, he seemed quite relaxed just staring at various people and enjoying the strange looks he was getting. "Hold on. Patience. The others are nearly here." As if on cue the limousine carrying the others pulled up out front.
"Oh..." Diarmad stared for a moment and then grinned happily. "So that's why you brought us here."
Jezebel looked over at the others, all too eager to get inside and dance, with a slow and wicked grin. "If you can't find me later, don't come lookin', mmkay?" Adda looked at her curiously, and she tapped her shoulder lovingly. "I'll tell you when you're older."
Adda got it, and flushed a bright red. She rolled her eyes, and grinned, nudging Jezebel along. The brunette grinned wickedly, and started inside, forsaking the others. Adda looked at Rinter, and grinned a little. "Don't be so put out, Rint, she's always that mean." She laughed softly, and started inside with the others, behind Jezebel.
Whooo was already working on getting her way inside. The music hit her, she was ready to go. Jezebel wasn't even in the bar yet and she was partially dancing to the droning music.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:21 pm
Roleplay Log 11.
Contains: Adda, Pygmy. (Mentions of people from her play, ie Molbest, Naga, ect.)
Purpose: While taking her meditation time, Adda is haunted figuratively speaking by ghosts of her past life, from her play.
Length: Technically, one post.Quest Response for Adda! Adda wrapped both arms around herself, staring out at the garden and beyond that, the thick forest that surrounded the manor almost completely. It was an escape in many ways for Adda, from Jezebel and exploring and missing home and... Well. Moving on. Adda picked up the wicker basket she'd 'borrowed' from a room in the basement, and checked in it quietly. Bread she'd baked, meat she'd confiscated, fruit, a small mouse in a cage for Pygmy...
"Lunch is all set." She promised the snake, smiling a little at Pygmy, who was coiled on the other side of the basket, and picked him up carefully, letting Pygmy curl around her wrist. She hefted the basket, and walked out of the manor, into the very bright sunlight. "It feels nice to be out here now." She said to her snake, closing her eyes and taking a moment to bask in the light.
After she felt as though her cheeks would always be warmed with the glow of the sun, the little blond walked into the garden. The garden wasn't her choice spot for a picnic and meditation time, however, and she continued through the garden to the treeline leading into the exclusively dense forest. "Intimidating, isn't it? We'll be fine, though." She assured Pygmy quietly, petting his head lightly before walking past the first line of thick pines, and into the dense forest.
It felt as though Adda had been walking for an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before she finally stopped in a small circle of trees. She stood in the center of it and smiled a little. It was perfect. Without having to disturb nature in the slightest, rocks were arranged in a manner that would befit her to use one as a chair, and the other as a table. And it was sunny, Pygmy could sunbathe with little problems. "This is it." She decided finally, setting the basket down on one of the stones and sitting on the other. It was delightfully warm, and she leaned back, basking in the sun much like her little grass snake was doing.
After a couple moments, she sat up again, stretching comfortably. Adda reached in and grabbed the caged mouse, letting it out and letting Pygmy go off to eat. She dug her own food out, and began to eat her lunch. She ate rather quickly, then slid off the rock and onto the soft, moist grass around her. Her hands slid down into her lap, legs crossed indian-style, and her eyes slid closed.
She breathed in... Counted to four, breathed out. Counted to four again, then back in. Adda repeated this for almost ten minutes, until every muscle relaxed, and every thought paused. And once that happened, she could hear every breeze, every animal moving... She could feel the dirt shifting beneath her, warm and alive. The air moving around her in gentle, teasing breezes. Just enough to feel, but not enough to satisfy. It was blissful. Heavenly. Then she heard a snap.
Frowning quietly, she opened her eyes and looked around. But there was no one there. She returned back to her position, and closed her eyes again. Adda fell into the trance again, and soon enough she heard someone rush past her. She felt the shift in the winds. She opened her eyes quickly and looked around. To see...
No one.
"Who's there!" She demanded. Yeah, now she was scared. Adda got up quickly and looked around, eyes narrowed. She heard someone rush behind her, and turned quickly, expecting to see that damn wolf playing tricks on her again, or Jezebel maybe, comin' to join her for lunch. What she hadn't expected to see... Was Molbest. Her breathing staggered and stopped, her blue eye went wide. "Mol..."
She wanted to faint. And after the feeling of fainting passed, the other feelings surfaced. Abandonment when she saw Molbest kissing Tikepi. Hopelessness when he explained that he was solely Naga's. Hurt, alone. Angsty. That's why she ran away. Him. Adda felt like she was going to cry. "Molbest..."
And then all Adda felt was fury. Blind anger. She wanted to hate him. She wanted to HIT him! And damnit, that's what she'd do! Adda rushed forward, fist clenched, and swung at him with such force, that she fell over. Because her hand went RIGHT through his cheek. And then light dawned on a marble head. "... Wonderful. I've gone ********' crazy." She got up, and glared at the illusion of Molbest. "Go AWAY!" She shrieked, grabbing a rock and throwing it through him. It seemed to break the illusion, and with a sad smile that made Adda want to cry, Molbest disappeared.
Adda took a deep breath, and wiped at her eyes. She turned around to grab Pygmy and leave, leaving behind the basket and all, when she saw someone who made her heart thud even more than Molbest. "Did you all just decide to do this at once?" She asked the figure of her father. Naga. The snake God, who she had been chosen to take the role of Princess under. The strong, the handsome, the fearless Naga god.
And this one spoke. "You look well, Princess." His voice was raspy, and old. It made her think, distinctly, of a tale told about how he used to be mortal. "You're adjusting. That is good." He watched her wordlessly, and then bowed his head. "We wish you to return home, Adda. Take your place where you belong."
Adda watched Naga wordlessly, tense all over. She stood rigid, head tipped up slightly. Showing no fear, though internally she was shaking all over. "For what? I like it here." She said quietly, jaw clenching. "A new chapter has begun, Father. I won't turn back." She closed her eyes, so that she wouldn't see the enraged look on Naga, and expected a shift of angry wind. But none came. She opened her eyes, and Naga stood in front of her, suddenly he looked very old. "Father..." Before she had a chance to reassure him, he was gone.
She closed her eyes tight and tried to well down the tears. She grabbed her basket, packing things, and looked around. "Pygmy!" She yelled, wiping at her eyes. "Pygmy, where are you!" She called, voice shaking. Seeing Molbest and Naga welled up feelings. Though moreso Molbest than Naga. Betrayal, pain, sadness, desperation, the need to escape...
She couldn't find her snake. But now, the feeling of desperation was growing. She finally spun around on her heel, throwing the basket, and ran. Adda didn't know where she was running to, but every time she heard a snap she ran even faster. Every time something rustled behind her, adrenaline pumped in her legs and forced her to go faster. She cleared through the line of trees, and past the garden, right to the mansion. And once there, exhaustion hit.
Adda sunk down to the ground, and before she fainted, exhausted and overdone, she vaguely remembered seeing a large snake slither past her. Then her whole world was black.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:22 pm
Roleplay Log 12.
Contains: Jezebel. (Also, Perce, and probably Johnny.)
Purpose: Jezebel has to face her demons, and one of them happens to take the form of her beloved faun.
Length: One Post.Quest Jezebel couldn't believe her eyes, really. It wasn't a change that would be obvious unless someone was looking for it, because though she was sure word got around she was sick, she'd been locked up in her room so that no one would know. But she knew what to look for, and she saw it. The bags under her eyes were fading away. She looked a little plumper. And despite the plumpness... Her voices were only whispered taunts. They weren't screaming in her head anymore. She was better. Or getting there, anyway. But there was something missing.
She knew what the something was, but she couldn't get him back, and god damnit, she accepted that. But it hurt not knowing if they were as alive as she was. If Johnny and Meryl and... She stopped herself, and wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath. That was over. Jezzy was in a new world, had a new set of friends, and... Had no problems. Sure, she drank socially, but... She wasn't as bad as she used to be.
It'd be a long time before she could wake up without thinking about her faun, though. But that's what love and heartbreak did to a person. I'm only human. She thought to herself, looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She smiled a little at herself, and splashed cold water onto her face. She looked up, and froze.
Perce stared back at her. He was smiling gently at her, coaxing. She reached up with a soft smile, and everything felt right, as if she was running her fingers through his furry little goatee. As if she could feel his skin. Soft, a little browned from the sun in his world. His eyes glittered at her, and though he didn't speak, she knew what he had been saying.
She wiped her hand across Perce's reflection, and hers returned. She nodded a little with a soft smile, and turned her head down again, washing her face absently. She turned and grabbed a towel, wiping her face off. She started out of the room, catching her reflection, and paused.
There, in her reflection... It was an illusion. Surely. Because for a split second, she could see Johnny and Meryl behind her, thumbs up. She smiled a little, a serene feeling encompassing her.
Everything was goin' to be just fine.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:23 pm
Roleplay Log 13
Contains: Jezebel, Nicolai, Rinter, Muse, and Hughe.
Purpose: The first episode with the Jumping Room!
Length: 42+ Posts.It Was A Dark And Shadow-y Night... Having read through most of the books in the library, okay so just a shelf...and not even fully reading, he was beginning to get bored. He had gone back up to the room above the stage looking for his play, but he hadn't succeeded. He stopped by the gardens, but even that didn't seem interesting. He was beginning to get homesick.
After wandering the halls aimlessly for a good hour or two, Nicolai had had the misfortune of wandering downstairs. Downstairs happened to be where Arisia and Rinter had chosen their rooms. More like Rinter, Arisia had just found one nearby...
Looking around at some of the doors, he ended up in front of Rinter's. Of course, he wasn't aware of this, so rather than knock he simply went to open it.
Jezebel felt good. She felt really good. And she looked good, and she knew it. Smiling to herself, Jezebel put the injector and what remained of the medicine in a bag, to return to the geek. Because thanks to Rinter's medicine, her symptoms weren't horribly bad, and now she was better.
Well sure, she drank a little now. But that was socially. And man, now that she looked like a stone cold fox? She'd be socializing a lot more. She walked down the hallway with a determined air, eyes gleaming, and looked up when she neared Rinter's door.
She spotted Nicolai, and blinked. "Hey, Nicolai." She greeted, smiling slowly. She had a slight accent, the true Jezebel had one. "Y'come to see Rinter?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip and cocking the hip to one side calmly. She looked better, she felt better... Which meant that even Rinter couldn't get her down.
Well that probably wasn't true, but... Damned if she wouldn't try to stay in a good mood.
Some oddly tuned, piped in old 60's music was playing loudly from within Rinter's room. Something that people sort of twitched to in an bad guise of dancing.. and that's precisely what Rinter was doing at the moment.
"BABY LOVE, MY BABY LOVE.. OOOOH I NEED'JA! TELL ME WHAT DID I DO WRONGGGG.."
The door gave open with a beep the second after Nicolai's hand touched it, sliding into the wall in an impressively futuristic manner. "AFTER I'VE BEEN TRUE TO YOUUU.."
Muse, with her hands firmly protecting her ears from the evil radiation that was Rinter's voice, stared at the people in Rinter's doorway. She had a very abused, sort of worn out look on her face but cheered up when she saw the other two. She moved one hand and waved, only to grimmace and quickly replace the hand where it had been when it allowed a few moments of the song to hammer in.
"IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN..!" The boy spun around on the heel of one foot and found himself facing the other two. His face suddenly got very straight, he straightened his posture. "Sarah, turn it off." The music died, and a very slightly, juuuust vaugely looking embaressed man was left there. "What do you want?"
When he first heard Jezebel, he hadn't fully touched the door yet and turned, not quite recognizing the voice. If he were anyone but Nicolai, he would have probably fell backwards at the sight of the hair! However, being Nicolai...he kept his face expressionless and gave a slow nod in her direction as some kind of greeting.
"Hello." He said, just as slow as his nod trying to determine if this was in fact Jezebel. "What?" He asked, not catching on to the Rinter bit.
That is, until the door opened..........Nicolai stood there, his face grew blanker as he stared at Rinter and the horrible sight in front of him! His hands moved up toward his ears, and he slid them under his hair as he covered them, not really able to say anything after seeing such a scarring thing.
He did, however, manage to whisper, "This is...his...room?" Although at that point it was obvious.
"This is-- Oh my god what is that!" She asked, hearing the music. Her eyes went wide. She covered her ears, through all that thick chia pet hair, and winced a little. It was coming from Rinter, of all people.
She lowered her hands when the music cut, and looked at Muse apologetically. "You poor thing." She sighed at her, and then looked at Rinter. She grinned. "Your medicine help." She held out the bag. "Thank you."
And for once... It was... sincere! Jezebel grinned at Nicolai, amused, and then at Muse. And finally back at Rinter. "Y'know, sweetheart, if y'like singin' that much, you oughta get some lessons." It wasn't meant to be an insult. "I could help, if you want." She beamed at him.
Because it just wasn't in her to be mean. She was just far too happy to be herself again.
Rinter rolled his eyes, apparantly he was somewhat used to this.. somehow. "I did not ask for any of you to come 'grace' me with your preasance.. infact.. get out! Now!" He barked, grumpy that his solo was cut short.
"And of course it worked. Everything I have works. Unlike the men *you* are used to *I* know how to make things fully function." ....
Muse, meanwhile, looked even happier once the music was off. She jumped to her feet and ran over and went to tackle Nicolai in a sort of hug while grinning at Jezebel and nodding at her 'poor thing' comment. Yes. She was a poor thing. Nicolai should feel bad for her.
"Seriously, what do you want?!" Rinter barked again, directed at Nicolai now.
Once the singing and...'dancing' was over, Nicolai returned his hands to his side, only to raise them once more when tackled by Muse. Looking down at her for a moment, he gave her a nod of his head as a greeting as well, keeping one eye on the hair of doom that was still beside him.
Giving Rinter a very delayed answer, he shook his head, "Nothing. At least...not from you." He looked over at Muse then Jezebel before continuing, "I was simply...looking...around." He finished, not caring to add anything about him being bored.
"If...I had...known this was your room...I would have never even...come down here." He added later, looking back down at Muse and almost smiled while giving her another greeting, "Hello."
Hughe wandered through each room, looking for someone to talk to or at least some entertainment of some kind. He wasn't exactly sure where he should've been looking either. Everyone seemed to have disappeared somewhere, and somewhere could be absolutely anywhere.
He eventually got so bored with himself and searching he started to watch the way he walked, exaggerating and changing it. Now was as good as any to practice his acting skills, which he found he was a little rusty on.
When you're walking through a hall, watching your feet and doing a funny kind of sway with each step you would be shocked to if you nearly walked into a woman with more hair than a gorilla. Hughe blink a few times before shaking his head. "Where did you come from?" He asked aloud, but not really to the woman. He then noticed the open door, and the other three.
First there's none and then there's a ton?
Jezebel snorted at Rinter, amused. "I wanna talk to you later, alone." She pointed out, before grinning at Muse and Nicolai, amused. She rolled her eyes at Rinter's comment, and shifted onto her other foot, comfortably watching the scene unfold.
The brunette with gorilla!hair did jump when someone new came along, and turned. She lifted an eyebrow slowly, a slow smirk curling up, and she tilted her head. "We all tend to pop up at random, sweetie." She smiled at him. "I'm Jezebel." She greeted, eyes shining. "What's your name?"
Hey, he was cute. In a goofy, jester-y sorta way.
Rinter's eyebrows furrowed. "Talk to me..? Alone? I .. I don't think so." He clicked something on his belt and crossed his arms with a sort of annoying arrogance everyone should be used to by now. A robot zoomed to his side and armed a lazer gun of some sort. Apparantly he thought her intentions were dangerous.. .. again.
"Well, if all you wanted was my mute, take her. Bye-bye." Rinter mocked, lifting his hand he waggled two fingers in a 'wave' that promptly turned into a 'shoo' motion. "Get out of the doorway and I can go back to.. to.. Oh wait." A slow grin spred over his face as he lookeda t each of the four others. "You were here to see the jumping room, weren't you?"
Muse's grin peeled from ear to ear. She looked quite about to explode with some sort of unmanageable glee before switching her attention off Nicolai to Jezebel. She nodded at her comment and then smiled at Hughe, because she remembered him and he had the jingly bell things. And especially because Selior wasen't around this time to be mean and nasty, or turn wolfy on people and start a rampage. He also has more hair than Jezebel in such a case, thank you very much.
When Hughe came into view, Nicolai looked from him to Jezebel, then back to him. He squinted slightly at all the color on Hughe, though, at least it was better than Arisia. He wasn't blinded by the other man.
"Are you...new?" He asked quietly, looking down at the floor after he had finished examining the newcomer. Letting go Muse as she moved, he blinked once at Rinter than gave a dismissive wave of his hand about to say goodbye when Rinter told them all to leave.
"The...what?" He asked, turning back around to look at the air just above Rinter's head, "Jumping...room?"
Hughe raised his eyebrow at the woman with a smile before lowering himself in his trade-mark very over exaggerated bow. "My name is Hughe." He said before rising again, his attention on Nicolai and Muse. "I'm afraid I cannot answer that question unless you define what you mean by 'new'" he said almost instantly after the strangely dull guy spoke.
His attention was caught by Rinter, who he had ignored the existance of up until this point, when he said something about a 'jumping room'. The jester frowned with a bit of confusion and tilted his head to the left. "What in Heven's name is a 'jumping room'? I've never heard of such a thing, my dear Rinter." He asked in a strange tone that made it hard to pin-point his feeling on the matter.
Jezebel rolled her eyes at the gun pointed at her, amused. "I just wanted to tell you somethin', that's all. No harm, no foul." She shrugged at him, and glanced at the others now. She completely brushed him off. Forgot he was even there after that. She had changed.
Jezzy laughed quietly at the bow, and curtsied comically in return, amused. She looked up at the mention of the 'Jumping Room', and lifted an eyebrow. "What's that?" She asked curiously. The first thought was maybe a room with no gravity, like a trampoline? But Rinter wouldn't feel so accomplished by a trampoline... Or would he?
Lord only knew.
Rinter smirked, marching over to the others with his little chest puffed out he grabbed Muse's hand and pulled her after him as he marched to the door next to his room. Muse grinned rather maniacally and beckoned with her free hand for the others; apparantly she was 'in on' the secret aswell.
"The jumping room, my primitive little friends, is where all my dreams come true.. Oddly enough, perhaps yours aswell. Imagine such an expanse in capabilities! Something able to fulfill the hopes of a genius aswell as .. .. a .. Jezebel.. what did you do to hair? I don't think thats even gravitationally logical.." Rinter began, looking at the woman quite confused. Muse pushed the button lock to open the door and the room poped open.
Anyone fammiliar with 'stargate sg1' would recognize the large dome in the middle of the room, surrounded by survival supplies such as camping gear, clothes and food. There was only one computer hub that was apparantly the place to operate the dome-device. "The jumping room." Rinter repeated, proud as ever.
"New..." Nicolai began at Hughe, "As in you must...have recently...arrived...at this place..." He explained, adding his ever present pauses between words. He followed Muse and Rinter and everyone else that was going to the other door. When he looked inside the room, he still wasn't sure what it was exactly. Everything in it seemed strange...which he should have expected, considering Rinter built it.
Slowly, he took a few steps inside, "This is...most...interesting." he said, giving Rinter some sort of odd compliment. Eyeing the strange dome, he turned to look at the ground at Rinter's feet, "How does this..."Jumping Room"...work exactly?" He would have gone further toward the middle of the room, and he did, sort of...just extremely slowly, even for Nicolai.
Hughe nodded once ever so slightly, "Then I am fairly new I believe."
Moving with the flow of people the jester wasn't exactly sure what he should have been expecting to see through the door. This time and place was already so foreign to him.
Standing outside the open door and gazing into the room, Hughe stood there speechless. He'd never have even imagined anything like what his eyes were showing him. "This is so..." The jester started but stopped with a little frustrated movement when he didn't know what words to use to describe it.
Jezebel blinked at the comment on her hair, and laughed. "I don't know, it just keeps growin'. I bet if it was straight it'd be long as hell." She ran her fingers into her curls, pulling her hand out after a minute. Then she followed the others toward the 'doorway' of sorts, and lifted an eyebrow.
"... So what does this Jumpin' Room do now?" She asked, putting one hand on her hip. Force of habit. She cocked her hip, not even noticing, and settled on her other leg, watching Rinter expectantly. She looked at Hughe, and smiled a little, amused.
"Very odd?" She offered, the only thing she could really use to describe the 'door'.
"All sorts of things beyond your collective mental capacity, trust me." Rinter said with a snort, marching over to the computer he eyed Nicolai deviously. A section, or 'door' to the dome zapped open and Rinter smiled, "Be my guest, Nicolai. Muse, why don't you go with him." He said, ushering them into the dome.
Muse stared at Rinter and then at Nicolai and like some sort of magnet went to push him into the dome aswell as herself. And then beckon for Jez and Hughe.
"The more the merrier." Rinter said, smiling wider as a countdown became audile. "30..29..28..27.."
"Nicolai, dear stupid one, why don't you think about home? Think about it 'real good' and maybe this will work. I'm not sure if you're even capable.. but if you faint while trying we have water over there in the corner." Rinter mocked while walking into the dome himself.
The man twitched nervously as he was half-pushed/pulled toward the dome thing. Hunching up his shoulders, he kept his gaze on the ground as if that might save him... Looking quite nervous and fidgety at being so near this strange apparatus.
Ignoring Rinter's little insults, though there was a great chance of him fainting...from being overwhelmed with not having time to examine this thing fully, as he would have prefered. Closing his eyes, he visualized his home trying to block out any other noise that the others might be making.
Then...a few long minutes later!!!
Anyone present in the dome thing would have been taken to his home! His lovely...home! They would have appeared to be in the middle of a dead and dying...black forest...where the trees seemed to be drooping The sky above was cloud covered and dark, indicating that it was currently night, or perhaps even day?! A mist covered the forest floor, and it was, of course, cold... To their right, would have been a massive drawbridge, made from the same blackened wood, just darker...than the dying trees.
Beyond the drawbridge was a gloomy looking castle that was also, surprise! fashioned from a dark, dark stone. A few torches inside let off an orange glow, and two guards stood ...guard at the entrance. Although it wasn't windy it sounded like the faint whispering of wind was going through the trees.
Nicolai still had his eyes closed, fully concentrating on his home still...though, they were beginning to slowly open when he felt the colder air on the visible part of his face.
Hughe hesitated greatly before entering the strange dome. He didn't understand where Rinter was coming from, but hey, he was still fairly new to this time. "Very odd just doesn't seem enough." the jester commented to Jezebel turning to her with a wow-ed expression, "It's like magic without a spell."
After arriving at Nicolai's world an all to familiar temperature caught him off-guard. It was just as dark, and as damp feeling as the dungeon he'd been thrown in. "What is this?" He asked twirling around a few times, though t'was obvious he knew exactly what it was, just not where. Again Hughe was awed close to speechless.
Jezebel felt the cold before she saw anything, and her eyes went wide. "... Rinter..." She breathed, looking around the spooky area quietly. Big black eyes wide. "This takes us home?" And the moment she said the word home, she felt a dull ache.
Whether or not 'they' were safe, she still missed them. And this place would let her see them again? Even if it was only temporary? Or... whatever. She shook her head a little, and gave a soft smile to the jester. "That's what technology is. Magic with an explainable reason." She nodded a little to him, still awed by the nerd's latest invention.
Muse seemed rather fammiliar to the process, though abit dumbfounded at how cold and.. gothic.. Nicolai's home was. Really, you would think the girl would of gotten the picture from the likes of him. Looking over at the others to give them a warm, assuring smile, she clung to Nicolai tighter and grinned gleefully at him.
Rinter looked around suspiciously, punching a few things into his small computer. "No. Weren't you paying attention? This is Nicolai's home world. We would have to go back and have you by the focus to go to your home world.. not that any of us would want to see a world where there's a crowd of people with hair like yours. Block out the sun. Everyone would die for lack of vitamin C." Rinter muttered, lookingup and examining the place again. "I don't feel nearly as drained as when I went to my homeworld.. I suppose my invention is a success! Regardless, Nicolai, this isn't permanent. Still, the 'characters' in your world won't notice your absense or abrupt reentrance, atleast.. I don't think.. It's a strange thing, these worlds. Like another universe going on at the same time with duplicate versions of yourself that appease them when your not there.. atleast, I suspect.. I should be able to fully tell when I return to my home world and see if I can find Arisia's character without taking Arisia with me. Then I could make further deductio.." He stopped abruptly and looked at the rset of them. "Well, nevermind. None of you are taking notes and I doubt you can keep up with me. Lead the way, won't you Nicolai? Or is this all there is to see? I'm sure your family is around here somewhere, jumping around through the trees catching bugs for dinner.."
"...My...home..." he answered Hughe in his usual whisperyness. He spun around in slow motion, taking in all of the familiar surroundings. Giving Muse's arm a gentle squeeze, he was half ignoring Rinter as he begain 'leading the way.'
All at once, he became rather UnNicolai-like, in the sense that he didn't seem so...nervous. A bit of mist seemed to swirl around him as he looked at the dark sky, and spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard over the 'whooshing' sounds of the non-existent wind, "The shadows...they...whisper." .......... "In the night." Continuing forward, he turned just his head to look back at them with his eye that wasn't covered in hair.
As he neared the bridge, the two guards suddenly stepped forward agressivley at Muse! And the others, holding out one their sword thing toward Muse as if to try and pry her off of Nicolai. While the other went to block the other three.
The Jester smiled at Jezebel accepting her 'explanation' of technology. "It appears I still have a lot to learn, my dear lady." He said before attempting to grasp what Rinter was saying, though very little made any sense at all to him. "The worlds seem so much more complex then anyone I know have ever guessed." He commented watching the slow Nicolai talking about shadows and things.
Hughe didn't really notice the guards until one of them had tried to block Rinter, Jezebel and himself. He wasn't sure how to react to it, so he glanced at Nicolai. Just who was this guy?
Jezebel rolled her eyes at Rinter. "You know what I meant. And if you didn't, you aren't as smart as you think." Ah, the snip that was really Jezebel. So she hadn't changed too much. She didn't bother to listen to Rinter's explanation, too busy examining their new surroundings and contemplating on using this lovely little device to sneak into the Labyrinth. It'd be nice to see the club, if she saw no one else.
The brunette followed after Nicolai and Muse, all the way to two guards who didn't look particularly friendly. She lifted an eyebrow, and took a step back behind Hughe cautiously. "......." Did she really need to say anything at this point? Seriously.
Staring rather blankly at the sword prodding her away.. from Nicolai! Muse narrowed her eyes on the gaurd in question. Looking like she was contemplating.. some sort of kung fu! breifly, she eventually just stepped away from Nicolai with her arms crossed looking quite ticked off. Infact more ticked off than she had ever looked before!! And very pms rage enduced!
Rinter, meanwhile..yelped. And where Jezebel hid behind the thin jester, Rinter hid behind her and her hair, looking quite terrified. "I forgot my robot! How could I have been so rash?! Oh, cruel world!" He cried.
The guard 'assigned' to Muse looked almost scared at how mad she appeared to be. He took a half step away from her, steadying his sword more for safety reasons...
The second guard looked disturbed at the giant massive hair. His eyes widened from under his helmet and nearly jumped when he heard Nicolai's voice.
"Let them...pass." he ordered, walking through them, then through the door. More guards lined the hallway that led toward a larger room where a few voices could be heard.
Muse's guard looked dissapointed as he motioned for her to go ahead and follow him, "Keep your distance." he 'informed' her through the narrow slit of his helmet. The one with the other three didn't take his eyes off of Jezebel's hair, "You may enter." he told her, taking three steps back rather than one, wanting to keep a safe distance away from the hair that could probably kill him! "And you." He pointed his sword at Hughe, then let it settle in Rinter's direction. "Not you." He growled, then snickered, "And I'd watch out. They're hungry out here tonight."
Nicolai was well on his way down the hall, and hurried up as he neared the larger room at the end! Every once in a while he would spin around in mid-walk to urge them to hurry as well. Then..inside the 'grand throne room' of dark doom...were...girls! Lots and lots of them! At least a good three dozen or so, all of which sat/layed on large black pillows that lined the walls behind and in front of long black veils draped from the ceiling. They all appeared to be so sad...but when Nicolai came walking through they all jumped up in unison and began rushing toward him in a wave of black dresses...looking sadder.
At first Hughe was a little annoyed that the other two had chosen to hide behind him, but was soon over it when he realized he shouldn't have expected any better from either of them. He gazed through the slit in the guards helmet and frowned. "How rude." He commented when the guard poked fun at Rinter. Why he said such a thing he'd never know. He'd usually have joked about it seeing as it was Rinter.
He turned to Jezebel and smiled with a shrug. "Shall we?" He asked walking backwards to the door. This place seemed so depressing, so he wanted to keep moving in order to keep interest. He spun around the right way again when he entered the hall. "Such a cheerful place..." he commented sarcastically while studying the room.
The jester was a bit surprised to see so many women in the throne room, each one looking as miserable as the next. He definitely wouldn't mind going back whenever the chance came around.
Jezebel winced at Rinter behind her, and fumed. "Stop cryin' in my ear!" She snapped over her shoulder. "I like bein' able to hear, thank you!" The brunette rolled her eyes a little at him, and looked at the guard, lifting an eyebrow when he stepped back away from her and her hair. She smirked. "Yeah, I'd watch out too." She said, very much amused by the fear of her hair. Was it really that big? It didn't feel it...
Jezebel offered a sheepish smile to Hughe, and walked inside after Nicolai and a very irate-looking Muse. She was sort of surprised Muse hadn't hit the guard, really... It would've been fun to see the girl kick some a**. Once inside, she had to pause and blink a couple of times. All those women! They looked depressed, too. But...
Oh, thinking about why made her head hurt. "Got yourself a li'l harem here, don't you Nico." She snorted a little bit, and crossed her arms just to do something with them. She felt odd, being in a castle with all those women. It was like stepping into a goth version of the Stepford Wives.
Staring at the gaurd who told her to keep her distance, she made a 'psh' type sound.. with her breath! And raised an eyebrow at him. She then immidiently wen't to try and move to Nicolai and cling to him again. To mock the gaurd. And because he was a magnet.
Rinter, meanwhile, stared at the others blankly as they abandoned him. "Oh. That figures." He said, standing up straight shedding all his fear off rather instantaneously. "I'm sure there is something here to take care of you.." He began, flipping through his computer again while ocassionaly lookingu p at the gaurd. "Ah. Here we go."
Smirking triumphantly, Rinter moved to point his.. computer of COMPUTING DOOM at the gaurd. It made a buzz sound and spilled out a cone of SONIC WAVE loudness noise!
The guard hissed something under his breath as he watched Muse disobey his orders, however he remained at his post...keeping an eye on her until she went out of sight... After which, he took to watching Rinter closely, smirking at him from under the scary black helmet of his. The second guard only sneered at Rinter as the sonic wave of doom seemingly went through him as if he were some sort of...shadow?!?!...!? "They're hungry out here tonight." he repeated, his cruel expression fading away into nothing as he stepped aside to return to his post, no longer looking like he posed any 'threat' to Rinter. Not that he did in the first place.
Nicolai and all his women were in the middle of a group hug sort of mob pile, though it wasn't as if he could wrap his arms around all of them at the same time. Sadly, they all formed a barrier around him, leaving little to no room for Muse to try and squeeze in.
"Isn't it?" Nicolai responded to Hughe...not realizing that that was sarcasm...because despite the fact all the women were near tears, or crying already, they were perfectly happy to be miserable. And most were trying to 'guard' him from Muse by using themsevles as a wall.
At Jezebel's comment, one of the women near the outside looked over, a crazed look in her eyes as she hissed, "That's Prince Nicolai!" in a rather dangerous/psychotic tone at her prince being 'insulted' like that. "Leave us!" A second one added, followed by a third, even more psychotic sounding harem girl who was stupid enough to insult Jezebel's...hair!!! in a strange tongue.
Looking up from his many women, Nicolai turned to face the others, his little bubble of women moving with him, causing the hair-insulter to end up near Jezebel.
Hughe frowned at Nicolai a little confused. There must be something seriously wrong with this world... or this place anyway if people were miserable when they were happy. But then there were places that were like that, even in his own world. He raised his eyebrow when one of the women called him 'Prince Nicolai' and tilted his head to the left.
"Prince Nicolai? Seems there are a few royal breeds running around the mansion, no? Just... where are we exactly?" He asked taking another quick look around the room. It wasn't quite as boring as he'd first thought, just a little too... strange for his liking.
He cast a quick glance to Muse wondering how the mute would react to not being allowed near the 'prince'. He wasn't yet sure how hostile the woman could be or if she even was in any way. So far he was finding the inhabitants somewhat rude apart from Nicolai, though he couldn't really pass judgment when he didn't know a lot about the strange character.
Jezebel's eyes showed how seething she was at the insult on her hair, and imagine her very smug satisfaction when the very same girl was soon very near her. She glared at her, eyes dark with sadistic intent. "No one, and listen closely doll, 'cos I ain't repeatin' myself. No one insults my hair and doesn' get hurt over it."
And that warning aside, she reached forward, and grabbed the girl's hair, yanking back as hard as she possibly could, before letting go and walking after Nicolai, content now that she'd had her revenge. Jezebel then looked around, and gave a sympathetic look to the girl, before continuing her glance-around.
It was odd, this place. But her thoughts were also elsewhere. Like, oh, maybe... The Labyrinth dance floor.
Muse's eyes were ferice, darting from one member of the little.. hueg harem to the next. The often went back to Nicolai, looking all 'betrayed' that she wasen't special enough to be .. special.. and all 'picked out' from among them. But then again she had a rather extreme jealousy issue in the first place. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly turned so that she was facing the others in the group and exhaled. Coooooling off. As much as she could, anyway, and didn't bother hiding a smirk of contentment when she saw one of the girl's hair get pulled. She marched over to Jezebel on that note and smiled at her approvingly, deciding to be her 'buddy' duringthe little trip for now because Nicolai descended to the rank of 'stupid-head.'
Rinter, meanwhile, scoffed. "Oh, I SHOULD of known." He muttered, shaking his head. "Always invincible, aren't they? How stupid. Just like YOU'RE STUIPD PRINCE. HEAR THAT?! HUH!?" Then he looked behind him nervously and quickly darted tword the entrance of the castle like ascared little rabbit.
The guard at the front gate made a false lunge in Rinter's direction, mostly just for show as he settled back into his usual...guarding position.
The girl that got her hair yanked, growled, and looked much less sad, and more psychotic as the entire gang of harem girls turned their heads to face Jezebel...Their eyes narrowing in unison, and whispering amongst eachother, no doubt stirring up some sort of attack plan.
Nicolai was ignoring the poor girl getting attacked, sadly. With a sweeping motion, the girls in front of him parted, leaving a pathway to him from Jezebel and Muse's location. "This is..." he made another sweeping motion with his other arm, and looked up at the dark ceiling, "My home." He explained to Hughe, looking almost proud of it... "My home." he repeated, making it sound much more dramatic the second time as he let his eyes settle on Jezebel's, or rather eye, considering one was hidden. Outstretching his arm toward her, "Come." He commanded gently ((Lol...commanded gently...)), though no sound came out.
Meanwhile, the entire mob of girls instantly snapped their attention away from Jezebel, hearing something from further down the hall... Like a pack of Prarie Dogs, they all snapped their heads in the direction Rinter was coming from, the ones near the center standing up taller to peek over the heads of the others as his words 'stupid prince' echoed in their ears...Although they remained standing where they were, since Nicolai hadn't yet 'released' them, they stared intently at the large archway Rinter would be coming through...
Hughe watched while Jezebel attacked one of the women, but didn't really seem all that interested. "I must say you're definitely lucky to have all this." The jester replied with a smile after Nicolai had repeated himself. "Do you mind if I ask who all these women are?" He asked flicking his eyes among the crowd until they all turned their attention to the archway. His smile grew wider as he waited for Rinter to arrive.
Jezebel nodded to him, and smirked slowly at the girls, walking towards Nicolai, and of course, pulling on Muse's arm to pull her along. She walked to Nicolai calmly, and her eyes followed the girls' to where Rinter would soon join them.
She snorted a little at the rapt attention they gave, and looked at Nicolai, lifting an eyebrow slowly. "They do that to everyone or somethin'?" She asked curiously.
Muse frowned as she was pulled along, though the expression reversed as she got closer to Nicolai. It was just.. something she coulden't control, even stay mad, because.. he was.. Nicolai! Looking somewhat annoyed with herself at the same time, she smiled in her gushing-fangirl way at Nicolai, waved with her free arm and smirked deviously at the other girls around her.
Rinter, meanwhile, entered the room! And quite immidiently lokoed quite terrified of all the women suddenly looking at him. Was he that good looking? Must be it! He shook his head when eh saw Nicolai and snorted, "That's what I thought!"
The girls all took their attention away from the door, just long enough to sneer at Jezebel and Muse...however, then Rinter came into view! Immediately, they renarrowed their eyes and hissed in unison at him, waiting for the 'ok' to attack. One even took a single step away from the mob...getting anxious.
Nicolai kept his hand extended, so Jezebel could place her hand in his, his eye focusing on her even more so than he already had been, if that was even possible. When she took Muse along with her, Nicolai did his best to try and shoot a few glances in her direction so she wouldn't feel completely left out.
While still concentrating on the two girls, he answered Hughe, "I..." he trailed off, losing some of his focus on Jezebel and Muse as he strained to remember where all of them had come from, "They..." he stopped again, giving a quick 'once over' of the entire harem, while they all turned away from Rinter waiting to be recognized by their darling prince..."They come from the darkness." Moving his visible eye back to the two women, still holding out his hand for Jezebel, he continued, "Their eyes sparkling like diamonds within the dark shadows, drawing me closer to their lovely..." he cleared his throat...'sadly' as he ended with, "whispers...in the...shadows."
All at once the girls began to weaken at the knees, although what he had said was entirely gay and completely false. This went on until one, followed by the rest returned to Rinter, "May we kill him now, my Prince?" one asked, in a shaky voice as if she were about to burst into tears, "He is not worthy."
Hughe accepted Nicolai's explanation only because he didn't think he was going to get a more clear answer out of him. It didn't really matter anyway, he was simply curious about how he'd picked up so many of them.
He turned to the girl asking about Rinter and smiled. "You don't want to kill him. He might be an idiot and deathly boring, but you don't want to kill him." He said looking the girl over a few times. Such a miserable bunch he thought to himself as he turned to see Rinter at the door.
Jezebel placed her hand in his once she was near enough, and glanced back to watch Rinter come in, amused. She half-listened to Nicolai's explanation on where the harem of girls was collected from, and lifted an eyebrow slowly, giving the bunch a once-over.
"..." She couldn't help the amused grin at how the group reacted to Rinter's arrival. Even they didn't like the little cretin! "Looks like you're just as unpopular here as you are back home." She said, with an innocent tone. Honest, she was just making an observation...
But she had to agree with Hughe. "If they kill him, we won't have anyone to make fun of back home. ... Well, we could make fun of Adda, but that's not really the same." She added contemplatively.
Rinter gulped. He took a step away from the harem and shook his head in Nicolai's direction, "You know, I could have them all killed in an instand.. you've.. you've seen what my robots could do.." HE stuttered out, glasping his sleeves uncomfortably. Muse frowned, and started trying to slam her way through the harem to get to Rinter.
Well, Rinter was her baby! "What do you mean I'm not worth killing?! Of course I am!" Rinter shouted in Jezebel and Nicolai's direction before growing even more pale. "Ah.. that.. is to say.." He took another step back.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:24 pm
Roleplay Log 14
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Length: Note: Parts may change because this RP was never officially finished.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 10:27 pm
Reserved Log 15: Counting Dependency for Tax Reductions! (Adda&Jez)
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