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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:03 pm
-// Personally, I never liked the idea of war. In the beginning, I was all for getting those responsible for what happened, but not for killing others in the process. Now, I also am clueless as to why the war's even still happening.
Anyway, off that topic. Unks, you out there? //-
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:05 pm
((BRB, gotta drive home from work be back in a bit.))
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:11 pm
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That's the last I'm going to say about the war.>>
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:11 pm
<~>Well let's see what fate has in store for us huh?<~>
The place seemed to be quiet enough for now. Quiet enough for Red to sit down at the table and go through some paper work without a headache. Home has transformed from an office back into a home and she lost a lot of work space, which interestingly she did not seem to be the least bit phased about. Yes it meant she couldn't seclude herself, but it didn't mean she had to talk to anyone. There were only about seven more documents left anyway, so there was no pressure.
Her impatient body shifted about in her seat without her really minding it one way or another. Her right leg crossed over her left, her tail unfurled from about her waist and re-wrapped itself in the opposite direction, her bottom slid to the left, and then the right, and her right hand fell to her lap to stroke her tail as the pen bounced between her lips. She was getting about sick of reading and her eyes were fed up with having to focus on the font before them, but nonetheless she persisted without complaint. It had to be done and better to finish now than leave it for tomorrow, which was relatively free as of now.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:31 pm
The man stepped down a path that had clearly been set to make somebody aware that it led to something significant. He was never a fan of the cold, but he had come here for a reason. He sensed something familiar. He sensed his old friend, but it was faint. How could he have wound up on Earth? He must have been mistaken, he had thought before so he ignored the feeling for a few weeks. Then it started to really tug at his brain and he decided to check it out. The feeling had led him to Canada. And onto this path, which undoubtedly led to that large tower on the horizon. He grunted at a gust of wind that sent chills down his spine. He snarled.
"Damn this cold..."
He closed his eyes as he walked and his body slowly became warmer as he raised his body temperature to a degree that would more then cancel out the cold and would keep him nice and toasty. His hands swung loosely at his sides, though the were covered by long balck loose sleeves. His entire body was covered in a large cloak that nearly drug on the ground. The only thing visible about him were his black leather boots. The cloak was tied at the waist by a black cloth that was almost invisible since it blended so well with the color of the cloth. With a black hood pulled over his head and hanging over his eyes, it cast a shadow from his nose past his chin. Not a single inch of skin was showing.
He neared the tower. Could he possibly still be alive? The demons surely would have wiped him out back on Ehrgis. Plus, he had felt the absence of life just about where Ehrgis once floated in space. The planet was gone. It surely would have taken Dalquis out with it. But something screamed that Dalquis was here. He would just have to see, he supposed. He reached a couple of rather large doors. He reached up with his right hand and the sleeve fell back, revealing tanned flesh for the first time. He clenched his hand into a fist and banged audibly on the door. A big door would need a big impact in order to ring out through the facility. He waited for an answer.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:33 pm
No mommy, please stop it..
Daddy, don't, you're hurting me..
No more yelling, no more, please..
Let go of mommy, stop it, stop it, let go..
Mommy.. Daddy...-
-"Stop!"
And with a bolt upright from her spot on the sofa, Miyuki was in a cold sweat, her bright blue eyes now filled with fear as they darted around the room quickly. After a moment or so, she seemed to relax instantly, realizing that she was safe inside of the Orion, right where she had fallen asleep. Slumping her shoulders and falling back into the cushions, she let out a small whimper as flashes of her dream came to her.
Stop that daddy, don't do it, that hur-
Pushing away the terrible thoughts, she made sure to keep her eyes open so she didn't see the images in the dark recesses of her mind. Instead she kept her gaze to the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with each tattered breath. All she could do was lay there in silence, unsure of what she should do at that moment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 5:47 pm
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Stop!"
Two sounds. A knock at the door, and a panicked screech from the lounge. Someone had knocked once before she seemed to recall, and no one answered the door. Rude as that was, she could understand why; this place wasn't a house, but a club and you didn't have to knock to enter. By that fashion she felt that should she attend to either noise, it should be the scream from the lounge and not the knock at the door.
However, seeing as she had control over more than just her body she could do both at once. Rising to her fishnet covered, sandaled feet, her tail wrapped cautiously over her right upper thigh, which was a bit more exposed due to the one piece she had on for no real reason. In a very fluid like manner, her right arm rose for the door and tensed ever slightly, condensing air vapor into ice, sticking on the door which she then summoned to approach her. Thanks to the hinges, though, this was a good way to open doors from a distance without causing any real damage.
"Come in," she said as warmly as she could, which was actually just calmly and coldly. She didn't even know who it was, but she had greeted him in her own way and she had more interest in what was going on elsewhere. Though not to be rude, she would be sure to keep him company as well should he choose not to follow her.
Entering the lounge, she took a firm image of the young, red furred kitsune, her tail and ears very similar to Red's, though not as dominating, which was likely due to the fact that her hair was a different color altogether. She was still very cute, Red had to admit, but her mind was far from perverse. Kneeling down, her tail unfurled and swayed behind her warily, her eyes attempting to lock with the girl's and take in what had happened. As far as she could tell, it was nothing worse than a nightmare, but one couldn't be too sure.
Aasritha would want her to be nice. She got lectured for being so mean to that Chrissy girl the other day. It would do her little good to be mean to someone else. Instead she simply gazed, void of any real emotion, but trying her best to reassure the young woman that whatever was wrong with her, she was okay now.
"What happened?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:02 pm
Hearing a bit of activity outside the lounge, Kythe's attention is drawn to the bar area, and a moment later drawn to the restlessness of one physically nearer to him. Spotting the female who'd been sleeping, Kythe watches for a bit as she awakens, as if startled, and in a cold sweat. He takes a sip of his tea to calm his nerves, then closes his eyes, leaning his head back to the wall. Leaning on the lounge wall near the entrance, he adjusts his position a bit. Recognizing the behavior as something very familiar, Kythe wonders what's troubling the woman, but decides to keep that to himself--at least for now.
His attention is again grabbed as fluid steps mark the entrance of another into the lounge. The aura is only slightly familiar, but Kythe decides to keep his mock-gaze on the ceiling. The voice he then hears is one that's also vaguely familiar, though matching that aura, and leaves an image of the supposed person in his mind's eye.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:15 pm
Valin Lobel emerged from the arena, stretching his arms. He had been high up in the stands and hidden away in the shadows. For the last forty-three hours, he had been there sitting in those shadows and completely unnoticed. If anyone would have gone looking in there for someone - they would have never saw him. He had locked himself away into a very serious meditation and had chosen that spot because, simply, at the time it seemed most fitting for no other reason than that. As such, he had used the Force to bend the light around and made himself perfectly invisible to the naked eye.
Forty-three hours - and he could have possibly gone for more if he wanted. In such mediations, the body went into shutdown mode and almost all bodily functions stopped or just barely functioned. Jedi could take like that for days and sometimes a full week or more.
The Jedi Knight had awakened because he felt his meditation time was up for now. As he walked into the main area, he caught the Force auras of Red, Miyu, and someone else at the door.
Red, He thought to himself. Valin hadn't talked to her since... their fight? Arguement? Whatever it was, he cursed himself for being such an idiot and jerk to her. Oh well - better to see what all that yelling was about and then attempt to patch things up with Red...
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:21 pm
Holding back the whimper that was threatening to escape, she slowly turned to the other kitsune that had appeared next to her. She had met her before, a long time ago but they had met, yes. Blinking a few times, she shivered before sitting up on the couch and glancing at Red.
"I'm o-okay now.. Just a n-nightmare, I'll b-be f-fine.." she said with a bit of a stutter, knowing that this nightmare was more than she wanted to admit. The moment she closed her eyes, memories began to pound into her head and she let out a shriek as she forced her eyes open again.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she curled herself up into a ball on the couch, her eyes wider than ever. She had turned so that she was still facing Red, for right now she was on her side with her knees tucked under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs. Tears sprang up, falling down her cheeks and leaving a trail with each drop.
"I didn't m-mean to m-mommy, I'm s-sorry d-daddy, forgive m-me, I love you.." she whispered into her knees, her whole body shaking uncontrollably. She didn't notice the figures of Kythe and Valin in the room; she was too preoccupied with her own thoughts it seemed, although she didn't want to be. However, she didn't seem to have much of a choice. Right now, sobs were racking through her body intensely.
|| Kay, Xaith took too long. XD ||
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:30 pm
There were three of them now. The quivering fox girl, a person she didn't know, and Valin, whom she had yet to address about a certain private issue. She didn't even turn to him as he entered, but kept her full physical attention on the girl who had what appeared to be an unfriendly reminder of a rather unwanted past. Nightmares often faded after reality settled, but this girl was still completely shattered emotionally. Calmly she placed her right hand on the young one's forehead and her left on the knees, trying to stretch her back out on the couch with gentle pressure, while reassuring her of her own safety by gently holding her forehead.
Calm down.
"Where have you been?" she asked her Jedi ally, not bothering to look at him as she began to massage the girl's limbs to try and relax her body while keeping whatever might be said between the two of them. It was not her place to pry, but Red knew that when she exposed information that made her vulnerable, she preferred it if only one person knew about it. A room full of strangers, or people she didn't trust, usually resulted in catastrophes and a mental breakdown. That would do not one any good right now.
Relax. It's fine.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:31 pm
((I was waiting for you, Miss Miyu. And I hadn't expected so many other people dropping in.))
The man was taken aback when as soon as he knockedm somebody had screamed at him to stop. Strange. Soon after, the door was open and he was greeted by an attractive redhead with fox appendages. A tail and ears. Had his face been ridded of it's shadow, one would have seen a smile creep across his face. He loved those who were mingled with the blood of an animal. The woman spoke to him to come in and he knew that it was not the same person who had yelled to stop. He nodded, though his cloak made no movement whatsoever. Nobody would ever know he had so much as twitched. He stepped in to find that there was a huge beam of ice attatched to the door. He was already starting to like this place. But he wasn't here to like it. He was here to find out if Dalquis was really alive. It could wait a little, he supposed. He followed the redheaded woman into an apparent lounge, where another fox girl sat on a couch. This one with blue hair. Again, attractive. But there was something in her eyes that made him swipe all thoughts of how she looked away. The girl was sad. For what reason, he had no idea, but that would probably come out in a few moments, having heard the redhead ask the blue haired one what was wrong.
He stood ten feet away, still as a statue, watching the two. Were they sisters? They were both foxes, after all.
Two other presences. Two men. This place sure was crowded. He hated large groups of people, but he would bear it if it meant finding Dalquis.
The blue haired girl had begun crying and saying something to people who weren't even there. There was no way any of these people were her parents. He continued staying back, enveloped in the darkness of his cloak.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:42 pm
"Meditating," The Jedi said softly. He walked over to Red and Miyu, wondering what was happening. It felt kinda awkward like this between himself and Red. They hadn't talked to each other since they had yelled at each other and now Valin just felt like an idiot, not quite sure what to do with himself with these unsettled issues. He wasn't sure if Red even hated him, never wanted to talk to him again or not.
But right now wasn't the right time to let such childish embarrasment distract him. Obviously, something was very, veyr wrong. Miyu was weeping outwardly and an incredible amount of fear and horror was drifting off her in waves through the Force. Something in this nightmare had set her off, that much was for sure.
The Jedi bent down by Red who was already taking action. He was unsure what to do now that she was handling it. He just did what he could as a Jedi and use the Force to send waves of reassurement and peace towards Miyu, which would hopefully help calm her down.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 6:49 pm
Listening to Miyuki's despair-ridden words, Kythe feels a sharp pang of empathy for girl, though he hardly knows her. He leans his head forward and opens his eyes, focusing on the two, as Miyuki then curls herself into an emotional wreck. Her words after that, referring to her mother and father--he could mimick them, with meaning, and--though he doubts his negative memories regarding his parents consist of a similar situation as hers--his empathy sways a bit towards sympathy.
Focusing for a moment on red locks, his eyes confirm the image his mind has conjured of the one who's just entered the lounge, though with a different outfit. He watches as she attempts to calm the other fox woman, and they're joined by a new entry, who seems to be concentrating on... something, some energy he can't place his finger on being manipulated. Another enters, in the main area.
Active, again. Unsure of what to do, and unwilling to break the concentration of the woman or the man focusing on Miyuki, Kythe simply stays in place, observing.
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