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(spare post before metaplot thingy)

Athan had recoverd from his attack and was well enough to host a Halloween party. It was a masquerade party. Allon only wore one mask ever, so Citrine helpped him pick out a matching costume. She chose a very lovely kimonoesque robe for her bonded. She was charmmed by a simple black kitty mask. After being properly costumed, the odd duo headed back to the shop.

The party had already started by the time they arrived. Mystic was teh first person they ran into that they knew. He was dressed very charmming. Citrine wanted to show off her costume to Athan, and Mystic pointed out a dancing couple to her. It confused Citrine, there were two Athans! ... or were there? Mystic assured her that one was Athan, and one was Reyna... and Citrine went to go make sure.

The little Shadow floated around the two dancers, before poking poor Reyna's chest to make sure she wasn't Athan. Athan kindly kept Reyna from ripping Citrine a new one, and the little lady was oblivious to it. After getting the praise for being cute that she craved, Citrine dragged her Allon off to go investigate the snack and party favor table.... and started to amuse herself by knocking things off slowly, and feeding her Allon little candies.

.... it was going to be a long night.



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(OOC: Entry for Pumpkin Contest ^_^)

(took first o_o' wow... thank you)

(joke entry for 'NPC hire contest' XP)

Citrine set down a little rock that had been lovingly dusted free of its earth upon Athan's desk. Noticing the meticulasly (sp go me) stacks forms she floated over too them. Something about names and felonies... nothing interesting to the little shadow. But, the prize of this form WAS of interest. She could spend the day with Mr. Athan and all his pretty sparkly things! Oh how she pictured them having tea and playing dress up every day, such fun they would have! Maybe even Mystic would join them! Her wispy tail wagged at the thought. Maybe even her Allon would help out too. Hmmm... he could hold the jewelry while i try it on! Yes! .... but i'll have to make sure Mr. Athan deserves us! the little shadow zipped around like a fireball, grabbing a pen and flipping over one of the forms after crossing out all the questions. Now lets see.... Citrine started to write up questions for Athan to answer!

and the form read (or would if she could write well):
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1.Mr. Athan, do we get 3 or 4 tea times? and what kind of tea? and cups?

2. What will my Allon do? Does he get to sleep? and a cape like yours?

3. I want my own desk. And mirror. And teaset. And a pillow.

4. Will i be paid in jewelry or lipstick? really it should be both. They are nice. Pay my Allon with somthing nice.
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The paper was compleatly covered in scribble. Citrine sat up proud of her handywork. How could Mr. Athan NOT hire her? The little shadow so confident in herself pushed the remaining stack of applications into the trash and dusted her little golden hands. No one was better for the job then her. She was just saving him time.

Wishing you all the best!

~ Allon, Citrine, Kip

(poor poor Santa.... )

(omfg! quest! YAY! *goes to it* >.>)
(please do not post until this request is taken off, thank you. Journal entry in progress)



Its had been days since the Nightmare encounter. Allon's hands burnned with its memory, his palms felt like they just would not come clean. He scrapped them against passing buildings, rocks, and trees as they passed farther out of town. Nothing seemed to clean them. There was no mark, but the smell of the magic he tore apart still lingered.
Citrine hadn't left her bonded's side since the incedent. Leaves were left unchased in the moonlight. The little shadow hadn't quite recovered and was still more reserved then normal. The moon's reflection on a small lake caught her wide eyes. She had never seen such a thing, and she tugged her Allon to take her closer. That was more the Citrine he knew, and a little smile crossed his stoney face for the first time in a while.
Citrine tried to lean down to touch the water but couldn't reach it from Allon's arms, try as hard as she might. It was quite the delemma. She tugged against his shirt again and pointed at the reflection. Allon started to hold her out to it, but the clung to his shirt terrified like. She didn't want to leave his chest. She wanted her Allon as close to her as possible. But she also wanted the watery moon. Curiosity versus safety... her little head had never had to think so hard before.
Allon let out a sigh and just walked slowly into the water holding her. he moved slow to not ripple the water more then nessecary. The little girl made him stop before the water touched her, it was almost up to his chest. She reached out and touched the water softly, and it rippled for her. Her eyes widened, and she went back for another touch, becomming enchanted with the simple cause and effect. She continued to splash, getting louder and splashier as she enjoyed herself. Becoming quite soaked Allon tried to wash his hands on the side of his pants, switching them to never let his Citrine go.
Her little antics hadn't gone unnoticed. While all things good and saine were asleep or had fled, one thing hadn't. A woman came out from makeshift home. It was various trees and found objects somehow holding together to keep the wind and rain out. She wasn't particularly old, but her lifestyle and questionable sanity had taken their course. She didn't like people, and she would have retibution for some foolish people ruining her sleep.. and her lake.
Maybe it was the smell of the old magic still stuck on him, or the splashing Citrine that distracted, but Allon did not notice the strange woman comming closer towards them, or the chant she was casting under her breath. A small blue glow started to form on Allon's right arm, and continued to grow stronger. It was the magic stone Athan had given him to borrow. It was detecting magic nearby, and caught both Allon and his Citrine's attention... having never glown so bright. Against the darkness of night they looked like a small star had gotten lost in the lake.
Allon's ears perked up as he and his shadow froze. He locked in on the woman and his hair stood on end. He smelled her magic, a sick stale smell. a smell that would rival vomit on an old book from a zombie. There was something very unhealthy and wrong with this magic. Not that there was really any good kind. Allon started to back up, going deeper into the water, but Citrine made her feelings on that VERY clear by digging her little fingers into his skin. That just left forward. Towards the woman.
As he advanced, the stone grew brighter until they were on the waters edge. The woman was yelling in no launguage Allon knew. The whole scene was bathed in the light from the stone. Allon drew his blade up... or tried, his arms felt like stone! What was this? The burnning worsened.
"What are you doing to my Allon!" the little shadow yelled at the woman feeling Allon's feeling of being startled.
"... Whatever the hell I want you little spirit," the woman spoke with a leathery tone of hate, "This is MY lake and your kind arn't wanted here!"
Allon snarled at her taking that tone with his Citrine, and she was less then thrilled with it too. No one ever talked to her that way!
"How DARE you talk to me like that! My Allon won't let you!" she huffed very confident on her bondeds abilitys.
"Ohoho really? Your Allon the garbage wizard who trapped you?"
The woman might as well have been Death's bedmate she was courting him so closely. Allon's eyes were fire. No one had ever acused him of something so vile. He tried ot move, each limb feeling as if were stone and terribly hard to move.
"What? ... can't even cast a simple unbinding spell? .... wizards today" she let out a sick hack.
"I AM NO MAGE!" he bellowed and slammed his foot down one step closer.
The woman sneered and spit on the ground. She cast her hand forward to start another spell and the magic stone went nuts. beams of blinding blue light pierced though the air like gunfire. Citrine's eyes locked onto one of the rings the woman wore. In her heart she knew what it was. It was a shadow fiend stone.
Allon was to caught up in being pissed off to notice Citrine's attentions were now one hundered percent on that ring.
"Like my ring useless sprite?.... " the woman's eye twitched, "that! thats why you are here isn't it?! ... you know it's power!"
She continued to rant and yell between soft and loud... and was getting less coherent as she went on. One could gather she knew the stone contained strong magic... and that she didn't understand it. She seemed to think it was what not only made her more powerful but what also kept her alive with its energys.
"I want it!" the shadow demanded.
"Hell no! its MINE!" the woman screamed.
"She..." Allon snarled, "wasn't talking to you."
Allon had been making his way slowly closer to the woman, who had been at least careful to keep out of armslength... a smart move, but not smart enough. Allon had been loosening his sash thing he wrote and wiped his bloody hands on. Even with his leaded limbs he managed to flick it onto the woman's right leg and pull it, causing her to fall. It wasn't even a fraction of what he could do. He could take that and pull a man to him in a second on a regular day. The woman was lucky, she did however sprang her ankle when she fell... as well as broke her spell.

Allon could feel his arms slowly getting better, like sand was draining like an egg timer out of the tips of his fingers and toes. The woman swore as she fought to get back up, her eyes filled with hated pain. Those crazy eyes darted to several stones in reach. She threw a few of them at Allon, hitting him dead on but with not much effect. He was still advancing on her, and his eyes were filled with angry murder.
She went to go one of her few last stones and froze. She placed her hand on one of the larger rocks, and held the stone over it threatening.
"Take one more step freak and i'll.... I WILL smash it!," She smiled at him like she had won, "if i can't live forever, then neither will you!"
The woman raised the smashing rock even higher as to prove she was going to make good on her word. Allon was still seithingly pissed, and hostage negotiations wern't his forte by far. He went to take another step and kill the woman, but Citrine stopped him.
It wasn't so much her little hands pressing against his chest, but rather that same odd feeling from the day they had slaughered the strip bar. Allon wasn't able to stop himself then, but this Shadow was more lucky then the poor woman he had killed. He stopped.
"Thaaaaaaats right," she snarked as fear was quickly turning into cockiness, "you just turn around and leave. Find your immortality elsewhere! If your master dosn't kill you first! or whoever gave you that pathetic excuse for a soul!"
The woman was again insulting Citrine... who faded into the darkness and out of her Allon's arms after that. The woman continued to give into her false confidence and didn't notice. All her attentions were on the man she knew could hurt her.... not the little girl who just might.
Allon's eyes grew wide as their stalemate was broken by Citrine cracking the woman on the back of the skull with a rather lage rock. It must have taken all of her strength to lift it. She was rewarded as the woman dropped her stone and started to black out. Blood ran down her neck and started to softly pitter to the dirt. Citrine was more stunned then anything after she threw the rock, like she didn't know what to do. But then she saw the ring and dashed for it, trying to pull it off the woman's finger. The woman fought back and yelled crass things at the girl, words Citrine had never heared but they didn't seem to affect her. Caught up in the fight, the woman didn't see Allon standing over her. She probably only felt his blade go in, she was dead before he pulled it out.
Citrine coveted her newfound prize. It was so much smaller then her, she wasn't used to that, as pretty much all the shadows she knew were older or bigger. Allon held out his arm to take it for her... and she pulled away.
Both of them just froze dumbfounded. That weird feeling floated back into Citrine, and she didn't know why she didn't want her Allon to have it. She looked into the deep black of the stone and told it very seriously to keep away from her Allon. He was hers and no one elses. This stone would have to find a new owner. Citrine didn't know that it couldn't bond with her Allon anyway, Athan hadn't released it. She wasn't going to take any chances. Allon wasn't particularly looking forward to going back to the shop, his hands seemed to sting a little more and his head hurt at the thought. But there wasn't really a choice, Citrine's mistrust in the stone... or him was too much to deal with. The could make good time if the started back now. Allon checked the woman's hut to make sure no one was getting left behind. The skulls and bones he saw in there made him wonder if she had beat him to it.
As Allon walked, Citrine kept looking at the ring, hiding it between her hands whenever Allon tried to look. She had some other strange feeling... a feeling she didn't want to give it to him bacuse she didn't want him to hurt it. What a strange feeling.... her Allon had never hurt her....

(TBC. need to RP with Mr. Athan please ^_^)

(page 51 in store. need to do picture and sumary)