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 Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 2:47 pm
Fiore shook his head "i dont care" he said as he moved to lick at some of the blood before pulling back to glare at Morgan "and besides, im only half-demon, im half-angel too" he tossed his head to move some hair out of his eyes "i can get a home too" he added "so i dont NEED to stay with you, i would just rather it" he still wasnt fully comfortable with being so foreward but if it was what Morgan wanted...and he didnt want to lose his lover
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 3:31 pm
Kira arched his brow and gave a quizical look towards Micheal, hands brushing back his hair.
"Dance Dance..What?" He shook his head and followed the man into the arcade looking around.
"YOu are really confusing me.."
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 1:11 am
((Sorry guys, I'll be back soon, I promise. I'm starting a new job and getting a new car and it's driving me nuts to do it all at once so I'm not very good with the RPing right now but I'll be back soon. Promise.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 1:40 am
Craid ((Sorry guys, I'll be back soon, I promise. I'm starting a new job and getting a new car and it's driving me nuts to do it all at once so I'm not very good with the RPing right now but I'll be back soon. Promise.)) ((good luck<33))
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 7:56 am
Craid ((Sorry guys, I'll be back soon, I promise. I'm starting a new job and getting a new car and it's driving me nuts to do it all at once so I'm not very good with the RPing right now but I'll be back soon. Promise.)) ((best of luck. we'll be waiting))
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 9:30 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:58 pm
Morgan shook his head stubbornly, "Then ye can ge' ye're own 'ome awa' frum moine." He turned, facing away from Fiore and fixed his wolf-like eyes on the wall. "Oi coul' care less tha' ye're part angel, ye're not comin' inta moi 'ouse." He said, giving no clue as to why he was so secretive about his home life and less-than-secretive about his illegal career as a gun-runner.
Micheal smiled as they entered the arcade and pointed to a large flashing machine that a pair of teens bounced up and down on. "There. That's DDR, you step on the arrow that flashes on the screen at just the right moment, it's a workout but it's fun." He smiled and kissed Kira's cheek. "Look around, I'll teach you about anything that interests you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 1:53 pm
FIore shoved Morgan so he was laying on his back and sat astride him "why are you being so secrative?" he demanded "i already know what you are, and what your job is. So why are you pushing me away?" he couldnrt understand it! one moment Morgan acted like he was willing to let him stay, then the next he was like this!
((welcome back by the way^_^))
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:19 pm
Kira's eyes opened wide. He felt his mouth gape open at the lights and odd mechanisms. He blushed, shook his head and closed his mouth and eyes.
"Humans..made these things?" he asked softly.
He had not been out and about much, just wallowing in self pity and memories.
"I...guess..I will just follow you. I've never been to anything like this..."
He stared about in wonder, amazement at the flashing lights and sounds that bombarded him from all directions.
((Good to see ya around again! ^.^))
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 9:07 pm
((I'm finally de-stressed enough to RP again.))
Micheal smiled and kissed his cheek leading him by the hand. "Yes, where we always relied on the divine, they put their minds to the logical and they're very good at making this sort of machine. Where we had wars and intrigue and perfect happiness they distract themselves with these flashing amusements to keep themselves from realizing the horror of their existance."
He lead the smaller man up to a machine that looked like two gutted motorcycles mounted on stands in front of large screens with fans on top. He climbed onto one and motioned for Kira to climb on the other. "This is a pretty simple game, you lean right or left to turn your bike on the screen right or left and you pull back on the little switch here to go really fast for a moment. These buttons marked punch and kick can be used to punch and kick other people and stop them from getting in front of you." He smiled. "It's easy once you do it, wanna try?"
Morgan nodded, "Tha' sounds roight then. Ye ge' ye're own place away from moi 'ome. As long as ye ne'er come inta moi terr'tree Oi won't 'ave any problem with you." Morgan said, gruffly ignoring the pleading in the little demon's eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 9:30 pm
FIore hissed softly "why are you pushing me away all of a sudden?" he asked as he dug his claws deeper into Morgan's chest "what are you hidding? why do you think i would care if you've done something?" he demanded as he sat up fully "you..." he glared "i cant believe you! i cant beleive you would think that something so...damn PETTY would matter!?! let me guess, you've got some stupid secret that you dont want anyone to know?" he shook his head "forget it...just..." his shoulders began to shake as anger built up inside of him, first Morgan forces him to mate with him, then he has to go to all the trouble of getting Morgan o stay with him and NOW he's acting like...a spoiled child! He looked at Morgan with angry tears in his eyes "i....i hate you!!" he shouted as he raised his right hand and slashed downward, leaving bleeding cuts down the side of Morgan's face and across his chest "you've taken everything from me..EVERYTHING!!..and you wont even give me a single damn thing!! nothing!!" he leapt up and pulled his pants on and bolted out hte door.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 8:11 pm
Kira gave a goofy grin, ran his fingers through his hair and copid Micheal's movements, looking over the controls.
"Why not?" He replied, checking out the machine.
"Is..there a throttle and such on this thing? Like a real bike?" He scratched his head, tilting the mechanism.
"Umm...why do you want to punch..or kick a machine?"
((that's great. hope everything went well))
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 9:43 am
((Did you guys miss me?))
Morgan growled at the boy as he disappeared into the night. He wasn't going to bother this time. If the boy insisted on prancing around like a stray, leaving whenever he felt like it then he'd let him; his home and the secrets held within were not going to be left bared to the boy's whims.
Slowly, he dressed and skulked from the little hovel, glad that now he'd finally be returning home. He walked, he'd never really gotten used to cars, it seemed terrifying beyond anything a monster like him could comprehend to entrust your fate to a giant metal contraption capable of moving faster than any living creature. It took him the better part of two hours but he found himself in a better part of town. Small suburban homes with matching lawns lined the street, cheery porch lights forcing shadows away from the doors. Until his shadow fell over one such door, that is.
He knocked, three very precise knocks and after a moment got a playful smattering of knocks back. A hearbeat later the door swung open and he was pulled into the house by the knees of his pants and the door slammed shut.
His home wasn't a richly decorated home, he'd mostly done what he could with the place and what he felt comfortable with. He tried to keep it clean but when his animal urges came about once a month he always came back to a mess. "'Ow's moi li'le darlin's?" He asked with a smile to his three captores that had dragged him into the house.
"Molly swallowed one of her doll shoes! I tried to get it out but my hand wouldn't fit in her mouth." Morgan chuckled, looking down at the one that had spoken and patting her head. Mary, the oldest though she was only seven. A little redhead with impossibly huge earnest green eyes.
His eyes flitted to Molly, only four. If she'd swallowed the shoe it was because Mary had told her to. The little blond, also with green eyes and high color in her pale cheeks didn't do anything that her older "sister" didn't approve of. He stooped down to pick up the last of his kidnappers. Maggie.
She was only two and possessed the same straight blond hair as her father where Mary and Molly had the curls of their mother. The little girl quietly sucked on the paw of a stuffed bear and watched her sisters and Morgan with wide, somehow understanding yellow-gold eyes. When Morgan looked at her he was almost certain she understood more than she let on. He knew she could speak for one, though she had yet to utter a single word.
"Well, Oi can see no one doied whoile Oi wus gone. But, Oi wunder, whut are the t'ree o'ye doin' ou'o bed this late?" He reprimanded softly.
"We were waiting for you! Like always, it's not our fault you got home so late." Mary protested, little arms crossed in a huff over her chest.
"Alroight, alroight, none o'tha'. T'bed wit'cha." He said motioning to the girl's rooms. After twenty minutes and a bedtime story all but Maggie were asleep, Maggie slept in Morgan's room. As he entered his bedroom he flipped on the light and smiled at a beautiful feminine face. "'Ello, darlin'." There was no answer, of course, but he rested Maggie in her little crib and kissed the face in the picture anyway before noting that the girls had probably slept in his bed the past three days. He didn't mind so much as he gently sang Maggie to sleep and then crawled, exhausted into his own bed confident that his three little jewels, his greatest secrets were safe for another month.
Micheal laughed, "It's part of the game. Think of it as...you're racing one of Lucifer's fallen in the great war but you're evenly matched so you strike him to make him fall behind so that you can beat him to...let's say...the Arc. Just as an example."
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Posted: Wed Aug 09, 2006 8:14 pm
Faylin smiled slightly ~Morgan must be rubbing off on me~ he thought as he followed his mate. He had figured if he did what he did that Morgan would simply go back home. FIore frowned slightly, he couldnt think of anything Morgan could have done that was bad enough for Morgan to act tis way. He knew Morgan was planning on letting him stay close to his larger lover, then something changed. Fiore would bet good money that whatever this secret was, it was the cause. He silently followed Morgan and cocked his head when he was dragged inside a very well-to-do house. He sliped to the side and peeked into a window, making sure he couldnt be seen from the inside. His eyes widdened and he gaspe when he saw what had dragged Morgan inside ~kits? kits! Morgan has kits!!~ Fiore was floored, of all hte secrets he had thought the burly werewolve would have, this wasnt even on hte list! He sliped around hte hosue, crawling up hte walls and looking in all hte windows but didnt see a female anywhere ~maybe he already has a mate..~ he thought, saddened ~he never mentioned it and i dont really see anything that syas she might but...~ Fiore was unsure of what to do. now that he knew Morgans secret he understood why his mate was leary but why be worried about him! Fiore wasnt going to hurt the kits....unless that was what Morgan thought? Fiore vowed to ask the were in hte morning. He curled up in a nearby tree and waited, dozing lightly for his chance to question his mate. Fiore tried to ignore the little pangs in his chest that had come when he saw Morgan kiss hte picture, he shifted a bit angrily and forced hte thought from his mind.
((hells ya i missed ya! *huggles*))
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 2:08 pm
Morgan woke early in the morning, almost before the sun came up, as his little Magdalene started to cry. "'Ush Maggeh, 'ush now girl, it's a'right." He whispered, pacing back and forth over the floor, holding the small girl in his arms. "D'ye wanna 'ear th'song ye're sweet mo'er sang t'ye?"
The small girl only sobbed harder, on the bring of waking her sisters down the hall. He bounced her gently in his strong arms, pacing the floor and singing softly the first lullaby Maggie had ever heard. Though his voice wasn't the soft angelic harmony of her mother, his deep growling voice seemed to calm Maggie just the same.
"Sleep, moi baby, on moi bosom,
Warm and cozy, it will prove,
Round thee mo'er's arms are folding,
In 'er 'eart a mo'er's love.
There shall no one come to 'arm thee,
Naught shall e'er break thoi rest;
Sleep, my darling babe, in quiet,
Sleep on mo'er's gentle breast.
Sleep serenely, baby, slumber,
Lovely baby, gently sleep;
Tell me wherefore art thou smoiling,
Smoiling sweetly in thoi sleep?
Do the angels smile in 'eaven
When thoi 'appy smoile they see?
Dost thou on them smoile whoile slum'bring
On my bosom peacefully."
The little girl finally fell asleep as the sun was peeking fully over the horizon, he heard the newspaper rustle as it was tossed onto to doorstep and ignored it for the time being as he turned his attention to fixing breakfast for the girls. It was a tradition of theirs that he always made pancakes and sausage the first morning back after his monthly changes. Soon the whole house smelled of cooking meat and maple syrup, he would wake the girls when everything was finished, for the moment though, he enjoyed the quiet.
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