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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:09 pm
Esme got out of her seat and went over towards the source of the commotion. She'd seen the 'birth' of the strange boy, which had nearly scared the living daylights out of her, and then heard the trouble he'd been causing. She thought it time to go and help take care of subduing the child. However, she was beat to the job before she even got there. Disadvantage of pregnancy: slower movement.
Her eyes widened at the sight of Ment in May's arms. "Oh dear! Is he alright?!" She knelt next to May and Crystal, worry in her eyes. "The poor thing..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:34 pm
"Power can cause the mind to wander and become crazed." The woman murmured, swiftly walking towards the sleeping child's side and pulling out her lipstick. She marked up his forehead with several markings before uttering something, a shinning light flashing over the child's forehead. "Children should never be given power..."
Ment groaned, shaking his head a little from side to side, his eyes fluttered as he was now regaining his little composure. He smiled a bit, looking up at the people around him, "Did....Did I do something bad?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:43 pm
Kyoko slowly made her way over to the woman and Dark Carnival. She frowned at the woman's last sentence.
"Then neither should adults. After all, they abuse it more often than children." The punk's tone was serious, a far cry from her normally perky self. She looked to the child, frowning. "Power just needs a positive path to follow. And a block from taking the easy way out."
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 4:43 pm
“No precious.” May smiled while petting the child’s hair, watching the woman work her magic with her lip stick. Suddenly she felt ill. That oil cup that was sitting there waiting for her at home had yet to be lit, but was it possible the child produced from it would be one like this one?
Would it kill her when it was born?
She shivered at the thought, not able to shake it away. For better or worse, May was slowly leaning towards the idea of never lighting the oil. Although that boy from the other night, and Pollux seemed okay, this child certainly did not.
It was a frightening thought.
“Say,” May spoke up after awhile of mentally debating with herself. “Whats that going to do?” She asked curiously.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:04 pm
Degas decided that he had enough of the excitement and that this was where he got off the crazy bus. After the child was placed back under control he slipped out from under the table cautiously. Everything seemed to be ruined and worse yet he had stopped having fun. It was time to go find Moros and Ozma.
He straightened his mask and skittered about to see if he could find out where they had managed to go.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:16 pm
Nicollo watch as the child was forced to submit to the other's will. Hot tears welled up under his ruined mask and dripped down his face.
"The poor boy," he moaned. He took off his mask and rubbed his eyes. He didn't like to see anyone in the position that Dark Carnival was in. A deep scar ran across a cheek where his parents tried to silence him from casting a spell. He stumbled to his feet and staggered to the crowd. "Will he be alright?" he rumbled. His old looking features were covered in worry.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:22 pm
Crystal turned her eyes back to Ment as he spoke, smiling delicately. "You're okay, my dear," she cooed soothingly, casting a grateful glance to May. She looked over her shoulder at the woman who asked if Ment was all right. "Yes, I think he's okay...perhaps a little worn, but I think he's in one piece." The woman gently brushed some of Ment's hair out of his eyes, chuckling. At least he was smiling.
Once again, she looked over to the woman and her lipstick. This was more bizarre than she knew how to put into words. "If he was not meant to have power," she asked rationally, "then how did he get it? And...what is he?" She turned her charcol gaze onto the visage of the sleeping boy, almost finding sadness for him and his condition. Her back ached in protest. "Will he...will he be all right?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:17 pm
The small green scent had only been searching for a little but had already discovered a lack of fox around the area of the Masqurade. Where those two had managed to wander off to was impossible to determine now. Left with no other option and no ride home Degas sat outside on the stairs to the grand hall sulking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:25 pm
Ment's odd colored hair caught Nicollo's eyes. "Hello. I saw what happened. You were brave," he said to the boy with a smile and a bow that ended at the waist. This strange boy had a different scent that wrapped around him. It was almost the polar opposite of Dark Carnival's spicy, sugared scent that Nicollo couldn't put his finger on no matter how hard he tried. The red and white haired boy smelled of something all too filimar to the sorcerer. Peppermint. Nicollo loved the calming smell of peppermint. He started to cry again for no apparent reason. "I'm sorry. You smell good," he sobbed.
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