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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 7:55 pm
{Cafe Cool Down} Who: Qadir and Shyer
Where: A small cafe
[ Dinner for Two] Qadir meets a lovely young woman named Shyer.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:22 pm
{Masquerade Event} Who: Qadir, Moros and Degas
Where: Masquerade Party
[ I Dont Dance] Qadir meets a scent named Degas and they spend time chatting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:38 pm
{A Lonely Time} Who: Qadir, and Degas
Where: Masquerade Party
[ I Dont Dance] Qadir meets a scent named Degas and they spend time chatting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 3:45 pm
{Blood and Flowers} Who: Qadir and Crystal
Where: Moonlit Dance
[ Everywhere At Once] Qadir meets Crystal and might possibly have found the only person to make his heart beat again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 4:39 pm
Lighting Prompt (Required to reach Lit Scent stage) You have just purchased an oil burner and a specific scented oil from the Solace Scents shop and you can't wait to light it! Now that you're home, it's time to find the perfect place to light that scent! However, strange things seem to happen when you do... particulary with the smoke...
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2007 5:04 pm
{Lighting Prompt}
Beginning It was beginning to haunt him, that's what Qadir honestly believed. Somehow the cup of oil had figured out that the vampire couldn't stand the sight of blood and so it proceeded to drip the oozing red liquid down the burner, puddling at the bottom of the base like an ominous crime. The man had even gone so far to test it out, dabbing his finger at it and dabbing it at the tip of his tongue to see if it was really blood; of course it wasn't and Qadir spent the next half hour scrubbing at his teeth and tongue with the mintiest toothpaste he had. Stupid, stupid, of course it was going to be gel! But why was a black gel dripping blood red?
No doubt the cup was beginning to get to him; Qadir would wake in the middle of the day and move to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a tablet he had to take often to survive and he would see the cup, basking in the sun's rays like a bikini model on the beach. It taunted him in the way a child taunts their guardian when the guardian refuses to purchase some frivolity. What was one supposed to do about an oil cup though? Qadir certainly didn't want it anymore, but he didn't want to try and return an oil cup! He also didn't want to have to explain how he thought it might be posessed or how it was dripping blood, but the main thing was that oil cups just weren't worth returning.
Throwing the cup away was, in Qadir's opinion, just as offensive as throwing anything else away that wasn't broken or rotting food. Call him a pack-rat but Qadir could never throw anything away, and this was not a good trait to have for someone who lives many lifetimes. After a while Qadir had been forced to build extra room for all the spare junk he'd collected, though you'd never hear him call it junk. All those artifacts, many as old as the sands in the desert from his home, were his treasures and there were plenty that could fetch a fare fortune if he ever thought to sell them. There were plates and paintings and gems and practically anything anyone would think up.
One early morning, after returning home from his nightly prowl fairly dejected, he'd sit at the table and stare at the cup. It almost seemed to welcome the man home with an added trickle of this red. "Good to see you too," the man muttered under his breath before closing his eyes and letting out a groan of irritation. He was talking to it now! How much worse could it get? Something needed to be done and it needed to be done now. Pushing out his chair he looked about his kitchen, mentally turning out draws and searching draws for where he'd placed the matches.
Matches were a must for those romantic, candle-lit dinners for the girls he brought back to his home, so he knew they had to be somewhere in the area. But where'd he put them last? It had been quite a while since the man had brought anyone home and so their location was honestly anyone's guess at this point. After about 5 minutes of searching, since anymore time than that would have been a waste for a silly little cup, Qadir found the matches shoved off to the side behind a vase of fake flowers. Triumphant, the man returned to the table and struck a match on the side of the box, his eyes lighting up and dancing in the flicker of the orange flame.
Maybe the red would simply burn out of the gel, for red smoke wasn't as appaling as red ooze that honestly looked like blood. "There you go, now stop dripping," he demanded of the gel, but it wouldn't listen to him. Red smoke curled up and out of the gel, creating a soft haze and the overwhelming and relaxing scent of lilies. Black lily...it reminded him of a field of flowers embraced in the arms of the clear night, a bright moon illuminating the world in more mysterious ways than the sun ever could. The red smoke did not help the dripping oil however, for the blood continued its slow ooze, ignoring the glare the vampire now shot it.
"Whatever, do what you want," the man informed the cup before moving to his bedroom. It wasn't quite bedtime but what did that matter, sleep felt good when you were tired regardless of what the clock told you.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 1:17 pm
{Feminine Wiles} Who: Qadir, Crystal and Kyoko
Where: Crystal's Flower Shop
[ My Darling] Qadir goes to find Crystal to give her a present and ends up meeting the good-natured Kyoko as well.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 1:48 pm
{Home Again} Who: Qadir and Crystal
Where: Crystal's Home
[ Missing You Dearly] Qadir returns home only to head straight for his beloved flower lady's home without invitation.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 1:50 pm
{Songs We've Never Heard} Who: Qadir, Crystal and Irene
Where: Simple Festival
[ Two Lords and a Lady] Qadir meets up with Crystal only to also meet the Lord Irene.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 1:53 pm
{Artistic Value} Who: Qadir, Crystal and Degas
Where: The Museum
[ Paintings On The Wall] Qadir and Crystal meet Degas at the museum. What an odd kid.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 2:06 pm
{What Birthday?} Who: Qadir and Crystal
Where: Qadir's Home
[ I Am S-s-s-so Sorry] Qadir invites Crystal over for dinner but she finds out it's his birthday and another startling surprise about the vampire.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 7:48 pm
Awakening Prompt (Required To Reach Child stage) Having run into your last ounce of oil, you mournfully place it into it's burner and light it, letting the aroma spread throughout your home happily. ------ [For Those Who Want To RP Witnessing The Event]You leave for a moment, deciding you felt peckish after smelling something so wonderful, and grabbed a snack from your kitchen. When you return you witness something absolutely amazing. The end result of the incident being a child on the floor of the room. Describe the sight, and the reactions of both you and the child at the end of it all.------ [For Those Who Want To RP Finding The Child Only]Having remembered something you needed to do, you ran out of your home quickly, forgetting all about the burning oils inside. You return content, having completed your task only to find a small child wandering the halls of your home, leaving oily foot steps behind, leading to a cracked burner, and split candle wax. Describe your reaction, and how you deal with the oil tracking child.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 2:36 pm
{Awakening Prompt}
The Brat Despite the fact that Qadir had grown to almost completely dislike the gel cup he'd bought oh so very long ago, he actually did look a bit sad at the sight of the last of his wonderfully smelling gel. If only the damn thing didn't drip, then it wouldn't be so bad, he would be out buying more of the scent as soon as possible. The vampire was simply scared about the idea of having another gel that dripped like blood in his home. For a moment he toyed with the idea of going and buying a different scent, but he didn't feel like it. There was already more than enough scented crap littering his house, he really didn't need any more of it! After he'd finished pouring the last few drops of the gel into the cup Qadir returned to the kitched, fetching himself a glass of water and one of those horrid little pills that he relied upon so heavily. Oh well, they were better than the other option and the side effects were more than acceptable when the side effects of not taking them were so much more undesireable.
Unnoticed for now, the gel cup's wisping red smoke curls grew thicker, beginning to swallow the room with their over-powering scent and engulfing the room in their red haze. This new addition to the room did not go unnoticed for long however, as when Qadir exited the kitchen he nearly had a heart-attack when his sight went red. That was always the first step to his madness and for a moment he paniced, afraid that he'd become what he'd rather die than accept. But no, that wasn't possible! He'd been taking his pills just as regularly as always, there was simply no way that he could have slipped up that badly. With a blink the man realized that it was indeed not something his mind was playing tricks with.
Well, that only left one other option, didn't it? Blindly the man tried to make his way to the center of the room, waving his hand before his face to clear the thick smoke and choking back coughs when he'd inhaled just too much. What in the world? How was that little gel cup producing so much smoke anyway? It was quite upsetting. And the smell! The closer he got to where he assumed the cup was the stronger it got, until he heard a soft, strange popping noise and a split-second later the sound of shattered glass. With a start the man jumped forward, reaching his arm out and trying to locate just what had happened.
Idiot. Qadir's pinkie scraped itself upon a bit of the glass, cutting the flesh and producing that bright red blood that made the man feel sick just looking at. Thankfully he couldn't see it, not with that smoke still swirling about, though it did seem that it was dwindling slowly from the room. The strange events did not stop there though. As Qadir continued to feel about for the rest of what remained of his gel cup he found instead what felt like...cloth? Well, it certainly felt like pants, and it felt like there was a leg wearing those pants. "Excuse me. I'd rather you didn't bleed on my pants," came a strange voice Qadir had never heard before.
In another instant Qadir's hand had been taken within two smaller ones, and if the man hadn't been completely stunned by the whole thing he'd have pulled away in an instant. Honestly, this man was a monster slayer? He was acting quite like a scared cat at the moment. Bleeding pinkie finger was taken between, what, were those lips? What in the world was now sucking on his finger? "Oh gross!" the voice said again as the hand was shoved back into Qadir's chest. "Your blood tastes truly terrible."
"I wouldn't assume a vampire's blood would taste very good," came Qadir's offended responce. Qadir went back to fanning away the smoke and with only a few more strokes came the sight of a boy, sitting upon the table next to a shattered oil cup and burner. His hair was as black as Qadir's, but instead of the gold in the bangs there was red, like dried blood dripping from the tips. And those eyes. They were pitch black as well, with blood pooling in the bottom, red flaring out about them like it was some sort of a mask. His clothing was pristine, all whites and blacks with a few off-setting reds. "Now. What are you doing in my home and why would you feel like insulting my blood? If you have come to try and steal one of my artifacts then I suggest you come back during the day."
"I don't go out in the light," came the indignant reply as the small boy hopped off the table and made his way around the room, slowly inspecting with those haunting eyes that held no warmth like those Qadir possessed. Lifting his hand, Qadir rubbed at his temples with a groan, before hearing something he hoped was a joke. "So, which room is mine? It better not be the smallest."
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