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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:00 am
I unno. I gots a bunch stuck in my boots.
::As he said that he slipped off his boot and poured the golden sandy contents all over the floor in front of him. And then slipped both boots back on and proceeded to make a yummy milk mustache all over his face.::
You know Mr. Ugwy Ewf, big brudda says I shoun'nt talk to you. I told him I wann'd to but he added'd it to my rules. So now I have twee rules.
::At which point D held up four fingers. And nodded triumphantly.::
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:11 am
Well his first answer made his choice about where to go a lot easier; D having no idea meant Ruuvan could go where he thought it came from, that place being the Desert. Of course it didn't surprise him that D had no idea, but it did surprise him that 'Big Brudda' didn't want the two talking - who was this person and why did he not want Ruu talking to D? It made no sense at the time, so he decided to press on with more questions.
"Why doesn't he want you talking to me?" Ruu would sit quietly as D explained before asking his next question, "What are these other rules you have to follow?" Needless to say, D saying three and holding up four fingers made him smile, but he just wanted answers at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:22 am
Weww, dats rule number twee. I cant tell you.
::He slid his four fingers...around a muffin...and took a bite out of it then sat it down...and then lifted them back up. Using his left hand he pointed at his right index finger.::
Fiwrst, I not supposeta tell anyone what my name meansh. Second, I not supposed to hurt any body unlesh dey twy and hurt my first. And last, I not supposed to talk to you, and I not supposed to tell you why....
::After another very quick sip from the coffee, and a wide wipe of his sleave across his face...he spoke again.::
Big Brudda is mean...
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:35 am
It was apparent that D either had no care for rules, or he trusted Ruuvan enough to break them and tell them what they were anyway. Either way, Ruuvan admired this young kid's courage to do such a thing, even if Big Brudda wasn't about to stop him, it was still a big step for a kid to break those rules set down by someone who obviously cared for him.
"Even if he is mean, he sounds like he means well... does he take care of you? Who is he anyway?" These were both questions he was meaning to ask since first mentioned, back in Strata, but it needed to be answered to Ruu could understand the boy's ubringing and current care.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:47 am
Weww he used to. We used to wive togever in da same room, and we'd pway. He taught me out to fight and stuffs. But then he took a job...
::The little kids face turned to the side a bit somber, a bit sad.::
I donts see him anymore n'less I do something wrong. He dropped'd me here wif a big sword. And told me to "Go Pway." But I miss him...he was nice...and he was fwiendly, and we'd eat together, and I'd sleep beshide him...
::Ruuvan might notice how nasal the boys voice had become. And how he was trying to look up while he talked and take in several deep breathes. But none of that was working.::
I loves him, and I cant find him...and I see all dese peoples and I know dem but I dont know why...and he used'd to help me out but now...
::And it broke. He was trying really hard to do like Ruuvan had done in the car and hold back his tears. He wanted to be a big boy, a strong boy, maybe then Big Brudda would love him again. Maybe then..it'd be ok. But Ruuvan, albeit accidentally...hit a soft spot. And the boy cried, but not kiddy crying with screaming, the tears poured down his soft pale skin, and he did all his best to keep talking and maybe push them back, but the sobbing broke through, and the tears poured down.::
He weft, and now I have no one, and no fwiends...and no one likes me...I donno what to do...I dunno why he hates me...I just wanna go home...
::His head dropped his head into his sleaves where the sobs and of a lonely little boy could be heard as he tried to repeat to himself "I just wanna go home".::
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 11:59 am
This was all affecting Ruuvan rather deeply, what with the fact he had made a child cry about something he obviously didn't like talking about, so what was he to do? With D having his head placed in his sleeves and oblivious to the world, he wouldn't be able to see what Ruuvan was doing. However, he would soon feel someone sitting next to him and placing an arm around the kid's shoulders.
"I'm sorry I brought it up, D." He gently squeezed the boys shoulder and smiled down at him, "I'll be with you until you get home, I won't leave you." He waited a few moments for the kid to stop crying and say whatever needed to be said before taking a stand on their current objective, "Anyway, we best get to the desert before it gets dark... I need to find out where all this is leading and you're gonna be with me all the way, right?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 12:11 pm
Ruuvan "I'll be with you until you get home, I won't leave you." He waited a few moments for the kid to stop crying and say whatever needed to be said before taking a stand on their current objective, "Anyway, we best get to the desert before it gets dark... I need to find out where all this is leading and you're gonna be with me all the way, right?" ::A set of teary eyes peered up from tear filled sleaves at the Elf.:: Weally? ::He knew Ruuvan would say yes, and leaned over to give him a big hug. And dried up the last of his tears on his sleaves.:: Ok, letsh go. ::He popped up from his seat, munched a muffin and slurped the rest of his drink, wiped it across his amazingly dry sleave, and ran off following Ruuvan.::
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 12:22 pm
Of course Ruuvan said yes, and what's more he meant every word of it; he wasn't one to make promises he couldn't keep, so he'd have D by his side until whatever happened was resolved.
"Let's go find the owner of this cup." Ruu motioned towards the cup in the car as they both climbed into the H2, the engine starting just as soon as they were both set. Then, without another moment spent wasting time, Ruu pulled away from the corner and started towards Barthavos Desert.
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Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2006 11:21 am
Many ghouls and skeleton warriors had managed to fight their way into the town's center, and although the damage in the outer city was much worse, people in the merchant's and gastronomy area had been in acute danger, too. "Looks as if is we were lucky this time..." The woman ran a hand through her black curls which stucked out in all directions. Her dark tanned skin sported spots of dust and blood mingling with sweat, her bottom lip bruised. Finally checking Feimurgan's front, Kara came to the conclusion that the broken window there would probably cause the highest bill - thus, no real bothersome financial problems would trouble them. Lucky indeed. Smoke was rising from several shops in the surrounding streets: some fires had been stopped in time, others not so that some buildings completely burned out. Gathering first information about the attack on Latent there must've been other shady figures who took advantage on the assaults coming from the sea and the forest. Someone walked down the main stairs into the cafe and bookstore area. Feimurgan's front door stood wide open and Kara heard heavy boots thudding along the stone floor. "Seen anything," she asked over her shoulder, before putting remnants of the attackers in a pile. Fortunately, there hadn't been more creatures to fend off than the two of them could handle. "Naw, nothing to care 'bout. Security squats, medics and whatnot...lotsa them everywhere." Out of the cafe's shadow a tall, thin woman appeared, her look and manner all tomboyish and provocating, although she didn't seem to be talktative at all.... * Two hours. Two hours she'd sat downstairs in the corner, obviously waiting for someone. The shop had been crowded, yet nobody asked if the other chairs at her table were free. Uny, one of Kara's working mates, had mused if it was okay to ask the woman to leave, but Lorenna had been right when objecting that she was a guest and had also directly paid for every drink. When commotion rose in Latent's inner area, about fifteen minutes after Lucind's call from the stadium, Feimurgan had been closed and empty - and Kara armed with a three section staff as well as two scimitars, taken out of the house's secret weapons closet only Lucind and she knew about. The woman actually preferred using hand to hand fights, yet in such a situation it was better to not waste any chances of defence. Fighting a ghoul or two was no problem. But the situation became out of control when more of them showed up and in addition small groups of unpleasant figures came sneaking closer, maybe coming from The Floatilla: vultures of war, keen on looting shops, stands and other buildings while their owners tried to flee the danger - or, like Kara, were busy fighting undead creatures. However, when those men sneered at Kara and then went on to enter Feimurgan, the first suddenly yelled out in pain when an unknown missile hit his leg, exploded and ripped off his foot. Still, despite or just because of the shock he threw a rock into the shops front window which noisily shattered. The other two figures shot around. A chain, each link with the size of a man's thumb nail, shot through the air and wrapped itself around the nearest neck with increasing speed: only a gurgle came from the man's lips when he felt himself being violently dragged around his own axis and down to the ground, his larynx seriously squashed. Out of the corner of her eye, Kara recognized the strange guest: black hair peeked out of a black woollen beanie, reaching down to her chin on the sides, seemingly shorter in the back. The neck of her long black cotton coat, swaying with her moves, was zipped up and almost hid her mouth. Later on, Kara would find out that the other woman's grass green suede pants just matched her eyes. The other end of the chain in one hand, a firearm showing an unusual design and resembling a machine gun in the other, aiming at the remaining man who made up his mind and fled after calculating his chances for a couple of seconds. His comrade with the missing foot tried to follow him as fast as possible - he couldn't see that the woman's gun was suddenly pointing at him. "No." Kara stopped next to her. She now noticed that there was a hand full of rasta braids in the woman's neck, showing a few blonde strands and reaching down to her lower back. "Why?" She sounded amused. "Not worth it." Kara carefully ran a thumb over her bottom lip and saw the stranger shrugging. "If you say so." She went over the man on the ground, still trying to get rid of the chain around his neck, cutting of his breath. Shoving him with one of her boots, the woman made him rolling around until he was free. "There, there. Now hurry, before I change me mind." Her mouth twitched. It was hard to tell if she was just joking or really up to finish him. Watching those ragged figures running and stumbling, Kara gave the other woman a quick glance. "Thanks." "What? Ah, no problem. Was around, so..." She shrugged again. "You hope to meet someone here?" For a moment, Kara thought to see the green eyes being narrowed in suspicion, before the other woman stuffed her weapon into a holster and nodded. "Yeah. Friends. First I thought they just got lost here..." "Think they might be in trouble?" "Un, don't hope so. Just gonna wait a bit longer here, then go searching them." "And I'd like to have some detailed information about this s**t here," Kara growled. "By the way, what's your name - if you don't mind me asking." "I'm...call me Tagis." * Together they'd watched tv, listened to the radio and asked the internet for the latest news but didn't get to know overly many or satisfying facts. Then, Kara had led Tagis up on the buildings roof from where they had a good view on several blocks of the merchant's area. Tagis hoped to maybe see her friends from there and scanned the streets with a handy field glasses which seemed to be out of some hightech equipment set, or so Kara thought when she walked down to start cleaning up. "Seen anything?" "Naw, nothing to care 'bout. Security squats, medics and whatnot...lotsa them everywhere. - But unfortunately no trace of my friends." "Wonder when Lucind will show up here. But knowing her she's head over heels into some fight to protect the town and its people," Kara chuckled. Tagis raised her head, a certain interest suddenly all over on her face. "Lucind? Who's that?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:02 pm
When Kara answered something like, "My boss, so, the owner of this shop", she mused over Tagis' strange accent: it wasn't completely foreign to her, yet no specific country or nation came to her mind to which it belonged to.
Thus she addressed the black clad woman who just opened the cafe's front door to go and look for her friends, asking where she was from.
Tagis turned around, a friendly grin on her lips which was totally different from that mocking, somewhat lusting smirk while attacking the men:
"I'm from Azum."
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:06 am
"It's your move...""I know.""Why aren't you moving""Tch. Shut up, Jean...I'm thinking.""S'cause I'm winning isn't it?""..."Two people sat around a coffee table, on the roof floor of Feimurgan, contemplating a board game. Well, one of them was studying the game, the other was studying the person across the table. They were odd, even for the Gaians that frequented Lucinds coffee shop on a regular basis. Since the male was the most obvious, we'll look at him first. He was tall, so much so, in fact, that he had to fold much of himself up to fit under the rather low umbrella that kept out the sunlight. His overall build was thin, almost delicate, with pale skin only marred by a few scars and, of all things, freckles. Green and brown hair escaped in a few whisps from his hat. The ears that swept back from his face were one of the stranger aspects...being webbed, with small spines running through the edge of each division. The second thing was his eyes, they were green, granted, but they had no pupil or whites, just a wispy hint of yellows and blues that moved in and out when he was thinking hard. A hand reached out in a baggy sleeve, hesitated and retreated, much to the amusement of his partner. "You're gonna need to do better then this, Knights...""Well obviously, I've never been the brains in the family..." There was a c***k as his hand came to rest on the sword lying across the cold metallic surface of the table. "That's Datho's deal..." A soft hiss from the girl. "Fine...that's always been the Deitie's deal...I just do the grunt work, remember?" With an irritated sound he moved a piece finally, sitting back with a dark scowl. The manic grin faded as the girls attention was drawn back to the board. Jean looked very young, no more then fifteen at a push. Her blond hair stood up at odd angles, which was strange, but not unattractive. She wasn't much darker then Knights, though her ears were definately quite normal. Her eyes, however, seemed to have the same problem, being filled with oranges and yellows, and the two small, feathered wings on her back didn't help. Her feet were currently tucked up beneath her on the chair so she could lean enough over the game. "You're more clever then you like to think...Dei-dei wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't."A dissmissive shrug.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 9:00 am
Ahh...lazy days. The voices of (mainly) happy people around, a friendly, not too intensive sun shining down between sheepclouds, the sweet smell and bubbling of a sheesha. Lucind leaned back and sighed - which made Kara sitting opposite to her laugh. "Now, look at this woman: like a cat in front of the heating or stove!" She reached over to get the pipe from Lucind. "Or like the personification of sloth!" Larhien exclaimed, broadly grinning at his sister. "Pah, say what you want - I, like, SO don't care," the Half-Siren murmured, propped against the railing, and tilted her head back to slowly exhale the water pipe's double apple tobacco smoke. She squinted up the bright sky. The way the were seated in one corner of the roof's small platform - a piece of thick carpet, several blankets and four seating cushions around a low, circular table on which the sheesha stood - made it resemble a scene from some Arabic farytale. And judging by Lucind's clothes the owner of Feimurgan might indeed had something similar in mind when she'd dragged Larhien, her twin brother, and Kara, meanwhile Lu's business partner and a close friend, with all this stuff up on the roof: she wore a long sarong, a loose fitting blouse like top, sandals and her hair was hidden under a shawl with tiny tassels along its seam. It was her and Kara's free day, though they helped taking orders or serving things up there from time to time. But for it was unusually warm, the two of them rather bummed in their corner, wasting time in a most pleasant way. Yet...since life rarely was that simple, not everything was really okay and sugar-coated as looks wanted to make you think. In fact, the Half-Siren felt like being under constant observation...which wasn't at all far from the truth. Hetel and Midroa had been watching her with growing worries during the last seven, eight months, so since she'd returned to Latent. But that was nothing new and actually something Lucind was thankful for, despite her bad mood sometimes deriving from it: but those two, clanleader and aunt, had helped her out of serious trouble quite often by now. And that was exactly why she had become something like a troublemaker in the Siren world: the fact alone she was the only halfblood on this planet able to connect to the lhor aven had turned her into an attraction. And only because Hetel was able to hold her protecting hand over Lucind she hadn't yet been bothered by any negative comments coming from several other clanleaders, stating it was a sacrilege a Half-Siren was given this power. The accumulation of minor and major errors Lucind had (unconsciously) caused with trying to use the lhor aven though was now arousing more criticizing voices. Hetel wasn't overly talkative these days - Lu could tell she knew more, as usual. However, the old Siren had hinted that there were already demands to erase the Half-Siren's new ability... Lucind closed her eyes. She understood everyone's worries. Keeping the balance within the collective unconscious was difficult. Still..those discussions made her recalling days of the past. Also, she'd like to know if anyone else apart from Hetel, Mildroa and herself knew that Lucind's psionic structure had undergone some modification as an reaction on that fight at the docks. It was a strange phenomenon they weren't yet able to understand... Snatching the pipe from her brother, Lucind addressed the other woman: "C'mon, do something for the atmosphere! ^___^ " Kara knew what she meant and picked up the sitar lying next to her. Soon soft picked tones wandered over the roof and down the building into the streets. Once more, Lucind sighed, a little less relaxed. From time to time she peeked over to those two figures being absorbed in some board game...
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 3:40 pm
"s**t...I give up..." Jean's eyes scrolled up to Knights, an eyebrow raised in question. She knew he wasn't talking about the game.
"Technically we havn't even begun..." She moved gracefully and picked up a piece, placing it calmly where she'd been planning to the entire time he was sat thinking of his own move. Knights scowled at it as if he should have known she'd put that there. "Now it's probably time for a little bit of hones-"
The dishes rattled, a little coffee spilling into a saucer. "Hell no, Jean, just...don't go there. You have no idea what I-"
"I know that you're stalling, and that worries me." Silence and a scowl as he went back to the board. "We should have gotten this done ages ago, right after we got the message that things were on the move. HE doesn't even know he has a chance now..."
"I don't want to meet him." For the first time pity, and no little understanding crossed Jean's face, this seemed to irritate Knights a lot. "Don't look at me like that, you rabid fangirl, it never was like that." A snort and a laugh.
"Tell me 'bout your hesitation then, Knights." Small lips closed around a straw as the bright eyes stared adoringly at her companion.
"I...don't want to be replaced." A cough and a sputter from the girl.
"Replaced? We're not on the same level, Knights...you know that."
Again the stretch of silence, as if this actually were sinking in for the first time. "He's the same level as we are now..." Was the slow reply, with added bonus of a move that made Jean's jaw drop.
"Wha-"
"And he doesn't DESERVE what he's getting, I'm sure of it." Jean wasn't paying attention now, just stareing at the bored as if it'd sprouted eyes.
"I'm sure that's not legal...what in Deities name made you do THAT?!"
"Eh?" He looked at the board, blinking, before a soft flush crossed his cheeks. "Ah...sorry, I've won, haven't I?" And irritated sound from the girl.
"Now we're gonna have to start all over, that's the FIFTH time you've done this to me Knights, and you promised me last time that you'd let me win."
"I know, I know, it's subconscious, okay? I can't help it..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 3:15 pm
"So we just gonna leave things as they are? Hang out here and bother Lucind til the world blows up?"
A dissmissive wave as he began to set the game up again. The pieces were random...junk found around a house, a tiny flower vase, a coin of unknown origin, various carved pieces from multiple sets, a paperweight...what exactly they were playing, was a mystery.
"It's a big world, I'm sure someone else can stop Vicky before he gains too much momentum."
"In case you didn't notice, Knights, he's pretty much PAST the momentum stage and onto the bu-"
"Jean...this isn't exactly a private place you know." A piece was casually moved again, making the girl scowl, look at the board, and move another randomly. Knights joined her stormy look as he tried to figure out a way to move that wouldn't lead to him winning...it was a slow process.
"I honestly don't think this godchild will do it, just another of Henry's empty projects. Look at how weak he's become, how sloppy. When he was starting out, I would have said yes, hell..." He leaned back rubbing his eyes, blinking when the sound of a motor outside reached his ears. "He nearly did do it, without anyones help. Now...naww, he's forsaken everything, and you can't succeed with that kind of detachment."
"You think that's the only thing?" Her voice was sombre as she puzzled over the other mans words.
"No, he's also divided himself. Trying to do too much at once. The drive is gone because people have pulled him apart, priority wise, and not only THAT. But he won't rely on the tools given to him to succeed. If you ask me, after all that, he doesn't deserve to succeed, let alone come close to accomplishing it." A movement to punctuate the sentance, and a sip of coffee.
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Posted: Sun Jun 04, 2006 1:06 pm
Jean suddenly scowled as a thought occured to her.
"Then why restrict ourselves to just him?" Knights didn't look up from the board. The soft music made him drowsy and relaxed, he took his time in answering the impatient girl across from him.
"Cause technically, someone superior told us that it HAD to be him. We'll get into trouble if anyone else turns up."
"When was the last time you actually did what Henry asked for?" That got a scowl from him this time.
"Then who do you propose telling." Jean beamed at Knights. "No." Her face fell.
"Oh come on Knights...she'd be up for it. Can't you see she's tearing herself apart from what alre-"
"Jean." She fell into silence as Knights finally moved a piece. "Involving her would only end up in heartache. Besides, there would only be so far that she could go, as far as I know."
"Can't we at least drop a hint?"
"..." Encouraged by the silent reaction Jean leaned forward and whispered.
"She already knows most of whats going on anyway, probably similar to what he knows. Maybe she can help us out..."
And do what, Jean? We're technically here just to pick him up after everythings done...you don't want him back, with us?
I do but...he'll go mad again, Knights...I feel it, right here. She pointed to her heart region. He might already be-
Shut up! Knights looked extremely uncomfortable. There was that chance. It couldn't have been easy for Sunstrike to be taken apart mentally like that. He'd seen...
"Fine. Go. But remember to see if you can get a waiter to refil our drinks too. And DON'T let it all go."
Jean squeaked in excitement, her small wings flapping as she jumped out of the seat, a pause to shift a piece that made Knights choke on what was left of his coffee and curse under his breath, and wandered over to the three in the corner. She was respectful of the peaceful moment they seemed to be sharing, but couldn't really hold back her excitement over the situation. Things were on the move.
Little sparks danced around her in soft orange globes, matching her eyes. Magic and pure emotion warring for control.
"Hullo Lu-lu!" Her voice was practically melodic.
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