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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:33 pm
Malum did begin to cry, and that was probably a shock. Both twins had tangled up feelings about the death, and while he didn't sob loudly, the angel had tears on his cheeks, and his shoulders began to shake as he leaned into his sister and Coailiann. Levis, on the other hand, looked angry, and pulled away from the two, fists clentched.
"It's our fault." The words were fast, quiet, and heated. "It was our job, and we weren't there. We should've been there." Malum simply cried.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 9:41 pm
That was...it. That was all it took for the sidhe's tears to spill across her own cheeks and her arms tightened around Malum as Levis pulled away from them. Fingers stroked through the blond hair lightly and at Levis's words her head lifted just slightly. Brighter than usual green eyes, filled with tears and her cheeks stained - but that was beside the point, "It's not your fault," she whispered, "She exhausted herself. She was not killed." At least, she didn't think she was. It was suspected that Melanie, before she'd been turned into a baby, had done something. But how could they punish a baby?
Besides. Ianna seemed dead set against the idea that she'd done so. There was just no evidence to support such a thing.
Then again, they could have been talking about Neveah and Danny too. She couldn't argue with Lee on that one, though. They should have been there, but they were only children. The burden...Was far too much for any child to carry. She knew. She still blamed herself for their deaths.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:19 pm
Levis was very angry, the hurt and pain had turned to that, and Coailiann's kind words didn't help. Her gaze briefly flashed black as she caught sight of her brother, and her voice trembled with the emotion. "She could have used our strength. We have it! I can feel it whisper to me! And you--" Her eyes narrowed on her twin, "You cry. You're emotion is worthless to her now! We failed."
Malum tensed throughout his body, but neither responded to his sister, or moved away from Kay.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:22 pm
Kay felt the boy in her arms tense and she bent her head into his chest. Damn him being taller than her, it wasn't fair! But now wasn't the time to dwell on heights. "Levis," she said softly, trying to keep the tears from her voice, "She wouldn't stand for you thinking that."
Actually, she would have. In fact, had Matty been alive she would have stared at them, told them to suck it up, and to face their failure with dignity. To learn from it. Then again, Matilda was a b***h most of the time.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 8:52 am
Funerals.
D hated such events. In fact, it occurred to him on his way to the headquarters, that the only people who possibly enjoyed such events were those sick in the head, casket makers and funeral directors. Given, the latter two probably DIDN'T find joy in the death of a stranger, but for every funeral came a small price tag that helped remodel their kitchens and bathrooms and send their children to college.
What was the saying? That morticians would always have job security?
A shame, really.
Death was always lurking somewhere. No one could ever be completely free of the thought.
One step, two step, everything was sombre. This funeral was for names he wasn't entirely sure of, of people he didn't personally know. That still didn't cause his throat to choke up. The pink haired business man wasn't as tough as he tried to let on - he was emotional, sensitive, and incredibly empathic! Just thinking about the lives that were lost, it . . . . it made his throat tighten.
Gods. . . . how wished he didn't have to go.
Donned in all black, traditional attire, the man entered headquarters quietly. He'd made a few trips to the building, though this was the first time he'd been back since it's remodeled completion. His eyes searched the small, gathering crowd, attempting to pick out a familiar face. Perhaps Sara and Too-ya or Ayashi and the wand? D and Faolan had been scarce thanks to work forcing him to stay longer on the job.
He couldn't call it overtime thanks to the joy of being salary but. . . .
He could sure as hell call it time lost.
Cheylir had opted to stay home, keeping an eye on the fluttering black Ilruhn. It was a sombre affair, one Faolan needed to attend, and the pink haired raver wasn't going to bring a zoo to such an occasion. Already his stomach dropped as he spotted the crowds - a few were already crying, while others looked uncomfortable and a bit miserable as the rest of the lot.
Funerals just . . . . sucked.
He spotted Ianna and the small crowd that had gathered near her. Shifting Faolan in his arms, he debated going over to her and expressing his condolences. But what would he say? Sorry about the loss? Many apologies. . .? You have my condolences?
Argh. That sounded so informal, so much like mimicking a script. Before he had a chance to figure out the right words, the little babe in his arms began to whimper.
Faolan had been fussy and miserable ever since (unbeknown to D) Matilda's death. When she passed the night had been almost unbearable, and ever since the lycan-child had been much more fussy and temperamental. Today, it seemed, it would be no exception. The baby was dressed, like D, in a baby suit. It was much more comfortable then those that lined the adult's closet, but it was suited for the occasion. The blond baby's hair had been combed back properly, and he looked like a miniature business man in training. In one arm was his stuffed wolf, in the other his wand. . .
But boy was Faolan unhappy. Unusually quiet, watching all the strange people, the little babe gave a quiet whimper. His ears were drawn back, his tail tucked, and his body language screamed misery.
This wasn't a good fun place to be, oh no.
Faolan didn't like it, he didn't like it at all even if his mind didn't understand what was going on. The beginning of a whine, a soft choking sob.
D winced. "Oh no," he whispered, shifting Faolan in his arm to bob him up and down. Faolan couldn't cry here. . . Well, actually, this would be the one occasion his sobs would be appropriate and accepted . . . but . . . D didn't want to disturb the silent sombre of the afternoon. When his baby wept, he WEPT. It wouldn't be the tears that were inappropriate, it would be the howling. . . .
"It's all right, baby," D reassured, walking around the room in hopes to comfort the tribal-marked boy. He patted Faolan's back, offering a kiss or two on his head.
It. . . . almost worked. Face blotchy from earlier irritation, eyes wide and wet, the babt kept up the stray whimpering. He wasn't happy and wasn't about to let anyone think he was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:21 pm
There was pain here. Ako could taste it, with that strange extra sense that sought emotions and smiled when they hurt. But this wasn't good pain- it was the kind that made Ako hurt too, made his stomach twist into knots and his eyes start to burn.
NOT. COOL.
Owww. This was starting to give him a headache. Leaving his guardian occupied with her younger son, the vampire made his way towards the back row of chairs. Maybe he could get away from the people for a while...
No such luck. Another woman had already found the same chair row. But at least her mind didn't ooze with the stomach-twisting sadness from some of the others. And she had a cool... um... whatever it was. Stick? Flute? Giant bong? It had nice markings, uncomplicated, soothing in the tummult.
Slowly, Ako sat down a few chairs away, trying not to stare at the interesting item too much. Didn't want to creep anyone out. And he sure as hell wasn't going to start a conversation.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:32 pm
Tovar shuffled Leith a little awkwardly on his hip - or maybe the awkwardness just came from not knowing what to do, what to say, especially not with Levis saying such things to Ianna...
He cleared his throat roughly, glancing sharply back to Michael out of habit rather than necessity. "He has," he responded to Ianna's earlier observation of Leith's growth. "Gotten bigger, I mean; a real handful, too." He grinned a little crookedly, though the expression didn't hold much mirth and slip-slided off his narrow features rather quickly.
From the back of the cluster of guests, Michael spoke up suddenly: "The rebuilding came out nicely." He'd been examining the place since they came to the Headquarters through the Wand Shop. The old headquarters had been... well, it felt similar, the weaving of whatever magic used to create the place, but certainly not the same. Same thread, different stitching. And perhaps a funeral wasn't exactly the place to talk of such things, but a deft turn of conversation in the form of a compliment couldn't be too out of order...
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 4:38 pm
Stumbling in the front door was difficult to do unnoticed, but Seung managed. He had cleaned himself up as much as he could, borrowing a shower at a shelter, paying the fee he normally reserved for game cards, showering and scrubbing at his skin till he was pink. He had washed his raggedy clothes as best he could, scrubbing furiously at the stains from grease and mountain dew till he wore a hole in the sleeve.
Sneaking into the shop, his hands clutching at the black staff, Seung headed in to find a darker, quieter place to sit and give his respect to a woman he had never known.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 6:24 pm
There had been very few times when the Drow had been completely and utterly terrified. So few, in fact, that he could count them on one of his calloused hands if he was asked to. Now, standing in front of the wand shop that both brought him life and misery, those other times meant nothing. He was scared, very scared...and it had taken everything in his power to bring him here.
Well, not only his power. There was also some of Yashima's and a LOT of Thae's power there, too. It seemed like everyone wanted him to go. Anyone who mattered to him, anyway. Hell, at one point even he wanted to go.
It all started, to him, when Thae pointed out the invitation that had been gaining dust. She had mentioned then, none to casually, that he should go. Not only because it was an invitation and it would be rude NOT to attend, but also because it was partially for his precious Ilhar. The butterfly woman who put up with trying to raise a female-fearing Drow in a world that believed in equality. At the time she brought it up though, Zasalamel was still healing from his trip to the underdark...and that made him more or less agreeable, what with all of the painkillers that were working much too well. So, at the time, he agreed to go.
When the time came, he dressed without a fuss, putting on his best leathers (Thae didn't have much say in this, as she had yet to figure out what "formal attire" meant on Gaia), and making sure the bandages that were left on his form were good and secure -- though he had help with that from Yashima. He still made no real fuss as he hobbled out of the door, determind to walk the entire way on his own, regardless of the fact he'd only spent about a week and a half healing from wounds that were once almost fatal.
But now, standing in front of the wand shop, the battle-battered Drow was having second thoughts. And third thoughts...and fourth thoughts. He didn't want to go. He really didn't want to go. What if something happened again? He was in no shape to save Neveah back then, and now that he was back here...bandaged, broken, and probably no match for anything that would come his way...how could he protect the people he cared for that were present, should something happen again?
The tall teen's purple eyes moved, glancing behind him at the red-headed doppleganger who had her arms folded sternly across her chest, before twisting his glance to his side, where Yashima stood. Between the two of them, he definately had no choice. But he could try damnit, he really could try.
"Not...really wanting to be going in." He said hesitantly and at length, turning his attention to eyeing the door. He tried to think of excuses but...none came to mind. He couldn't even use the whole wound thing! He's hobbled here on his own, in his all of scabbed, scarred and bandaged glory. He couldn't use the suggestion of this being the wrong place; not only did he know it well, but he also noted others walking through the doors. No tactics on how to avoid this place came to mind, outside of blatantly refusing...which on its own was difficult. But he had to try.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 6:47 pm
"Nope. Neither do I."
Yashimas accented voice was soft, standing stoic beside his best friend. He was dressed in a simple white yukata, a black fox etched along the back and up his left arm. His mask was in place, as it always was when he was in public, and his eye slanted over towards the dark elf.
"But we kind of have to, Zah. Consider it another obligation." Slim pale fingers moved, sliding over to wrap around Zahs own, his body shifting to press his shoulder against the others. It was his little discreet form of comforting and reassuring the drow that he was here, for him. It was going to be a good day, he thought, despite the funeral.
It'd be good to get out of the house.
Zasalamel got another squeeze and a brief tug, Yashima heading slowly towards the HQ. "For Neveah. Come on."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:48 am
"Nau, Obligation is not for event happening much months before." The big teen grumbled out, his gaze down to the fox at his side. Bah, that mask--Zasalamel hated that mask for some reason, but...Yashima only wore it in public, so it worked out. As long as he didn't wear that mask when it was just the two of them, the Drow was happy.
"For Ilhar..." Sighing a bit, he allowed the fox to tug him forward and, with his dark fingers entwined securely around Yashima's pale digits, hobbled after as fast as his unwilling mind and very slightly uncooperative body would allow. Thae, of course, followed after...hoping that this place, the one that was responsible for giving her life, wouldn't see fit to take it away from her again. She'd gotten rather fond of living and very much wanted to stay that way.
It didn't take them long to move through the shop and the portal, and before Zah knew it he was staring into a room that had so much white it was entirely possible they were going to use this room as a wedding hall after the funerals. The influx of white kind of hurt his eyes, but he ignored that in favor of people watching. People he kind of recognized and more that he didn't recognize at all...but perhaps he didn't recognize so many because he was neither looking up at them, or looking directly at them; he was a lot taller now than he had been when he first saw these people. He hadn't realized how tall he really was until now.
"Much people." He commented absently, trying to place some of the names of those he hadn't seen in a long, long time.
Thae, however, smelt the traces of In Between here. Of course, this was when she took her leave of her child and his friend; she knew another had come to life, and curiousity drove her to find out who, of the people in the room, it was.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 5:24 am
Coailiann would remain a bit preoccupied by the twins, clinging to Malum and resting her head on his chest. Heh, he was taller than her, she could do that if she wanted even if she found it silly to find comfort in a child.
Ianna, on the other hand, didn't know how to respond to Lee's outburst and so, taking a deep breath, she shook her head and turned to look at Michael who had spoken up, "Thank you, Michael," she said with a half smile, "I had help."
Ianna wouldn't have been able to do it alone. She wasn't that skilled at much of anything, really, so...Ah well. "Children are often handfuls, Tovar. But they're worth it, I find." She was about to say something else when she felt as though someone important had just entered. Her head turned toward the doorway and she paused.
Zah.
It put her at ease, just a little, to know that all of the people who had been affected the most had managed to show up. Now she had to decide whether or not to approach the teenager. He'd grown up well...and was injured.
Taking a few steps toward Zasalamel, Ianna held out her hand in greeting. Oh, yes, she knew of his aversion to females. "Hello Zah...Yashima, you've grown so handsome..." silvery eyes went to the kitsune. Ah, she'd known him and his family well since he was just a wand and had, at one point, just thought of him as her own son the way he'd played with her daughter. Things had drifted but she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at how he'd grown.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:16 pm
Pales, as always, had misgivings about going to a funeral that dealt with people he didn't really know. Yet, he felt he owed it to Ianna and Kay to make an appearance and comfort them for the loss they had been dealt.
Somehow even Kaveri felt the loss. She had been happy, to be sure, but there was always this hint of sadness to the little Nagi's eyes and actions. It wasn't something Pales could readily explain, but when getting notice of the funeral he almost felt as if he understood in someway what had happened despite all the chaos he had been distracted with prior.
At least, now, he was back to normal for the most part. Except for the eye patch that hid a gruesome wound where the left eye should be. He was blind at one side, thus it was easy to startle him if someone were to try.
Armel walked to the right of Pales holding Kaveri in his arms. The ram-horned boy wore a formal suit. Not quite a tuxedo but just as bad. Armel was never quite comfortable in formal wear, but he wore it with more dignity than what he used to. The nagaling in his arm had grown fascinated with the tie and had taken to playing with it by tugging on it which caused the boy some further discomfort.
"Gerk! St-stop it," Armel gingerly removed the infant's hands from the tie and then thrust her toward his Author to take. No sooner had Pales taken the infant when Kaveri discovered that her Guardian was also wearing one of those strange black dangly things about his neck and started pulling on that as well.
All the same, the Trio had finally arrived to pay their respects.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:21 pm
She wouldn't have noticed their arrival if Armel hadn't spoken to the nagaling and when that voice touched her ears she lifted her head from Malum's chest. It was all she could do to do it but when she saw her friend she couldn't help but smile - just a little bit. She hadn't seen him since she'd first grown into that beautiful little child she'd been.
The girl untangled herself from Malum and took a breath before jogging over to him and wrapping her arms around the male who was just around the same height as her. Oh she looked incredibly different from what he remembered, she was sure - despite her short stature she was very much a teenager on the verge of womanhood. Poor Melly. Bombarded! "Armel!" she said through her tears, sniffling and now attaching herself to him completely.
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Posted: Sun Jul 01, 2007 2:33 pm
Armel squeaked as he suddenly had a teenage girl clinging to him. He was tense for a moment as he looked up to his Author who just shrugged at him. The ram-horned boy's golden eyes darkened at the tall man for a moment before returning his attention to the clinging teenaged girl whom by this point said his name. "K..Kay?" he said softly after a moment of realization. His arms moved and he gently hugged the girl, "I-I'm so sorry for yer loss." He murmured as a bit of a blush crept upon his cheek.
Pales smiled a little and nodded, "We're all sorry." The one-eyed man added gently as he yet again removed his tie from the grasp of the infant in his arms. The little Naga was dressed in a small and simple black dress that hid most of her tail from view. Kaveri looked at Coailiann and simply tilted her head a bit remaining silent.
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