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 Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:39 pm
Shaking her head she sighed.
"They have at some points. The spell isn't that complex. Well at least not for the more covert bodies in the guild. All one has to do is have a sample of tissue or something owned by the individuals in question. I generally have a basic idea of whats going on here at the Orion at all times."
Realizing she was getting off topic she sighed, her expression growing dark.
Pulling away from him she made her way out of the kitchen.
"This is serious. I'm going to have to look at this objectively. Weigh the arguments. With Red's organization there may come a time where she would ask me to do something I may morally object to. Then again its not like I've agreed with everything the Solarian guild has done. "
Glancing back at her husband she smiled weakly
"I surmise its just time to decide what I want to compromise and what each organization gives me in the long run."
Running her hand through her hair, she looked at Red still sitting at the table.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 7:45 pm
His hand shoved against the door harder then intended and forced the large door of CO to open violently. The door swung open fast and the creaking of the hinges indicated that the door would come flying off its frame had not Tamashii reached out quickly and grabbed the edge of the door. Smiling a little in an apologetic manner as the breezy wind hit him from behind. Shivering a little as he walked inside again and closed the door behind him, the warmth flushing his body as he sighed deeply at the feeling. He always felt at peace here even with the fluctuation of emotions and the thousands of warning signs that told him to turn and run.
He could deduce several people at elevated levels of stress, perspiration, and of course heightened heartbeat. For a second he debated on leaving but nothing waited for him outside except empty cold.
Normally this appealed to him.
He decided to stay and deal with the problems at hand or at least watch them resolves themselves as he strolled to the bar in search of a drink.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 10:28 am
Having slipped away from what he deemed a nonsensical waste of time, Taliman kept ahold of his whiskey as he headed for the exit. He passed by someone on their way in, a burly dark man whose name he didn't put forth much effort to recall. Certainly not winning any beauty contests, whoever he was, but he'd seen his share of hardships. Poor bugger. Not making any attempt to veer away from this person, the much smaller Wesley continued on his way to the doors whether anyone was in his way or not.
He was only steps away from his exit when something stopped him, caught his attention. He backed away from the door with a single pivoting step, turning about to face the rest of the room. Just then, the elevator at the center of the room opened up to reveal his brother, Tybron. Most earthlings knew him by an alias, as silly as it was. Strangely, Tybron noticed him rather quickly and did not respond in the usual manner. Usually upon seeing Taliman, the boy would hurry to find something else to occupy himself with, or somewhere else to be. This time, he had a look of determination and marched a clear path across the room toward the scarlet-haired demon of Orion. Interesting, for him to go out of his way to seek a meeting between the two.
His curiosity piqued, the Emperor decided to stay and see what it was his brother was so eager to confront him about; he hadn't even said hello to his beloved monkey woman. He doubted there was to be any violence given Tybron's pacific nature, but even this was straining the boundaries of the traitor's behaviour. With the cap in his left hand, Tali took a gentle pull from his bottle with his right as he waited patiently for Tybron.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 1:57 pm
If only she were braver. If only the sound of the glass was louder than the pang of desperation that smashed against her already frantic heart. Reality was so cruel and terrifying that she was astounded she had not fainted when Kenta's shadow overcame the meek light from the main room. Her eyes closed tightly revealing small wrinkles along the edges of her cerulean orbs. She could feel his expression darken and the boiling frustration flowing from his veins as though he were staring at an enemy not his girlfriend...or at least his past girlfriend. Chrissy didn't expect anything less than hatred. She had left without a word, but...subconsciously Christiana almost half-believed that Kenta would welcome him with open arms.
Tough luck.
Her left hand, shaking, slid through her locks to grab hold of her left cream-colored horn that was sleathily hidden beneath her blue hair. As though for comfort from the barage of what she assumed would be the harsh, though truthful, words of Kenta. Her long fingers wound around the small, rock-hard appendage pulling herself down toward the wooden bar. A flippant whimper pressed through her lips while she kept her eyes shut tight allowing his presence to eat away at her. She deserved whatever he threw at her, and Chrissy simply sat there with a faint shiver clinging to her pale flesh.
"Do your worst..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:23 pm
"So sad is the child that sits in the street alone."
Just as he took his seat at the bar the levels of frustration and anger spiked drastically. Many would not admit their temper but their is a deeper anger inside all that boils like hot water. He sat alone at the bar but he spoke to himself as if someone was listening, maybe someone was, maybe someone wasn't.
"The youth of a Nation, a generation driven by competition and rivalry but for what? Not some great religious cause, no reason to defend the innocent for now they can defend themselves so what do you do? You take out your misguided feelings on others and indulge yourself in your own worlds in hopes you can make a change even if it pointless. Go ahead, everyone keep arguing what does an old man like me give a damn when you are all dead from your own self destruction I will still be here drinking."
Keno was right this place had changed and not for the better. Young children fighting to better themselves but arguing for such things that were not fulfilling reasons. They would never change the world or each other but they could put a means to their own ends even if it was unjustified and fruitless. So the old Devil would whisper this to himself and drink in silence, had any of them cared to truly listen maybe he could stop some of this drama before it escalated into confrontation that would do nothing more then spoil a decent afternoon.
The truth was all that was happening was none of his business but he felt like saying it anyway, hell he felt that it needed to be said.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:31 pm
He didn't say anything to her when she spoke. His expression didn't soften when she cowered. His eyes lacked any sort of sympathy when she paled and lowered herself before him. If anything, she might have felt a slight change in his aura as though he approved her reaction; as though he expected her to place herself beneath him and at his mercy. Mercy that she would accept as though it were a blessing and be grateful for.
And yet...
She wished to avoid him, keeping her eyes averted, her head lowered, even her voice feeble and inoffensive. What greater punishment could she receive but to be forced to look him in his dark, boiling, rage filled eyes? No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than his left hand shot out for her head, collecting her hair in a bunch and half pulling her across the counter. Kenta had no doubts about his own strength, and he knew she'd be unable to resist, and he knew it would hurt. Hanging from a collection of hairs in the firm grasp of a clearly angered man could not feel in any way good. The sound of glass breaking on the floor didn't even distract him as his glare held its mark.
But she could still turn away.
He pulled at her head again, dragging the rest of her body onto the counter before lowering his arm, hair still clenched in his fist. Drawing nearer, his right hand reached for her chin, his thumb and forefinger clamping onto either side of her jaw as he forced her to face him and drew his face so near her own that she wouldn't even be able to avert her eyes.
And he glared.
One of the most powerful emotions he had inherited was rage. It was different than his father's of course, and not nearly so psychologically corrosive, but it was still there in full glory. The generally soft, steel grey eyes that held such affection for most anyone he knew were gone. What took there place looked almost like burnt metal if such were possible, dark and deformed, menacing, and full of hate. Pain, frustration, and sympathy had burned away leaving only the most unpleasant prism of emotions in their wake, and it all fell upon Christiana unrelenting.
How long he held her there he couldn't say. Without speaking, he simply let his ominous presence haunt her, weaken what remained of her resolve, and wipe her mind of everything but fear and gratitude; fear of what he would do, and gratitude for what he would not do.
Only then did his face soften.
It probably ranked among one of the most sudden grotesque transformations she would ever see, but whatever had made Kenta so dark had been snuffed out like a flame, leaving only that which ever made him bright. A smile instead of a scowl, a welcoming gaze instead of a hard glare, and joy instead of rage. Even his grip on her felt softer, warmer, and he wasn't clenching her hair so much now as burying his fingers into it.
"Welcome back," he said in greeting, and with nothing more, he drew her head to his chest, right over his heart, to let the steady, loving, rhythmic beat attest to his lack of resentment or ill will. And as she listened, he held her, sitting on the counter, in a soft embrace, a smile as gentle as his voice cutting across his face.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 2:58 pm
A picture is worth a thousand words. A word was only a word. Chrissy could only imagine was the picture revealed about the two of them. It was terrible enough that Kenta's usually loving gaze was anything but that. Now, though she had never thought he was capable, she was in pain. The diclonius cringed as her hair was tugged ruthlessly in his direction,] dragging her frail frame across the smooth bar surface. Tears stung her eyes while she fought back her vectors urge to slice the man to ribbons. No, she deserved it. This she knew. They both knew it. Obviously considering that Kenta had no intent of being gentle eith her.
No matter how much her tiny voice desired to cry out and tell him how much she was hurting, Chrissy still had a sliver of dignity. It was enough to hold that cry back. The diclonius deserved everything he threw at her, but she would not give Kenta that much satisfcation. Kenta was no moron either; he knew that she was dying due to his reaction. There was no reason to blatantly cry out in desperation when he knew. However sdhe had to admit that keeping her vectors at bay were a lot more difficult than she ever anticipated.
Fighting everything in her arsenal, Chrissy suddenly felt his heated breath on her face. Her body, in an attempt to get away, cringed back, but Kenta's hold on her jaw kept her from doing so. In an instant she realized what he wanted, and the whole in her heart became unimaginable. Her limbs went numb. All Chrissy could do was look straight back at those steely gray eyes she had been working so hard to avoid. He was getting his satisfaction just from the expression of dismay upon her face; the expression on his that she was forced to see. It made every bit of her quake in sorrow. Words flowed between them silently which nearly caused the diclonius to break into hysterics.
And then just like that it was over.
Kenta's expression became one that she believed she'd never see again. So warm and affectionate. Everything she figured he would never give her ever again. Her eyes grew wide in frightened confusion. Was this a plot to get her off-gaurd? Was he going to throw this all back in her face? The tension against her scalp lessened until it became a gentle massage. Confusion overran her facial expression.
"W-What...?" She choked out staring at him in disbelief. So many emotions had attacked her face in the past few seconds the muscles in her face were sore. Kenta was a master at emotional transformations it seemed. Chrissy, so befuddled by the passing moments, she barely realized that there was a soft, comforting beating sound against her ear. When she took a moment to steady her own thoughts it became obvious that it was his heart. She was against him. He was holding her. Chrissy sat there like a limp doll. When someone was mad at another...didn't they stay angry at each other?
Christiana simply sat there. What the hell was going on?
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 3:27 pm
Her confusion sparked a hint of irritation in Kenta, which he marked by playfully tugging at her hair.
"Come on now," he said in his melodic voice. "Did you really think I was gonna be mad at you?" Stepping back a bit, he tapped his fingers on her nose playfully, smiling the way most were accustomed to. Placing an arm on her right shoulder, he navigated away from her, around the bar, and back.
"It'd be nice if you announce your departures in the future, but it's nothing to be upset about." His right hand reached up to cup her cheek, nothing but affection in his gesture this time even though she might still flinch. Sometimes he was too good at emotional metamorphoses. Personally, the young kitsune had no idea when he developed such a trait, and it had relatively little combat application, but he thought it was a cool trick. Made for some interesting impressions. Leaning into her, he brushed her lips with a soft kiss before scooping her with careless grace off of the counter and into his arms.
"As long as you keep coming back, I'll keep waiting, deal?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 3:46 pm
"W-W-Well don't do it anymore!" She scowled still upset and shaken by his emotional trapeze show. It was a surpising reaction for her, but the melodic and..almost taunting way he made the statement frustrated her. Of course she was glad to know he wasn't angry, but to be annoyed by her confusion...well, it was a bit silly on his part. "And in most c-cases people stay mad for m-more than a few seconds!" Chrissy took the clump of hair he had tugged with extreme force and gently began clawing through it. To smooth out the knots he had created. She had to admit that his melancholy attitude was bothersome, but at least he wasn't glowering at her any longer.
Her annoyance with him didn't last long when he reminded her of her rather sudden departure. Actually, every bit of guilt that had been pushed aside boiled back in that instant. She really did feel awful about leaving without saying goodbye. Her eyes dropped to the bar while the emotion was gradually digested in her stomach. She had a hard time believing she could be so easily forgiven, but why complain? "S-S-Sorry Kenta," she muttered with a sigh though her apology was cut short by the breath-taking sweep of his lips over her own. God she missed that.
Her cheeks reddened and a childish squeal fell from her lips as he pulled her into his arms. Chrissy instinctively grabbed his shirt in a fist when he pulled her small body into him. Her face was in Kenta's chest, and her nose finally got a chance to take in his luxurious scent. Her nose was not as strong as Kenta's, but a diclonius was not without above average senses. Her lovers smell relaxed every tense muscle in her body. It was as though for that moment they became one person. It was a momnt filled with bliss for Chrissy. Kenta's reaction didn't even cross her mind. She remember his deal then.
"Y-You won't wait anymore. I-I won't make you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:02 pm
"Well I'm definitely glad to hear that," he said, carrying her obviously towards the lounge and away from the tension. For a moment he remembered everything that was going on in the main room - his uncles confronting one another, Miss Pith and something about her guild which apparently involved her husband, mentor, and fellow pupil, Ba Chan's bewilderment at Kaen san's words, and Kaen san...
It all rolled off of his shoulders pretty quickly as he returned his attention to Chris. When he entered the lounge, he chose to go as far inside as he could to avoid as much of the noise from the main room as possible. The only person who wasn't confronting or preparing to confront someone seemed to be an ominously large man that Kenta would see time and again and had relatively fond memories of in his childhood. He was, at the moment, the voice of reason no one cared to listen to, and yet he showed an impressive amount of patience in hanging around.
Again, this didn't much matter to the young man, who was rising up into a hammock beside the beautiful woman he had just placed there. He shifted his weight so that she would have no choice but to roll into him, and caught her with her head resting on his shoulder, and the entire left half of his body draped with hers.
Without even thinking, he planted a kiss on her forehead and began stroking her hair in long, soft strokes as he took in the perfume of her body, the sound of her breathing, and the feel of her body against his. She was warm and soft, alluring and disarming; perfect for all of her flaws. He smiled just looking at her.
"So where did you go anyway?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:18 pm
The footsteps woke her senses up from the foggy situation she had put them in. Instantly becoming a bit more alert, Chrissy took a quick moment to glance around her environment. Everyone else in the main room seemed to be involved with one another and didn't notice Kenta and she moving to a more secluded area in Orion. His name caused her to look up at him as though to make sure he was still there. That he was real. There wasn't a moment she was gone that she didn't think about him, and it almost felt unreal to finally be in his arms. A place she longed to be since her departure. Chris wouldn't ever be able to admit that to Kenta without fainting due to all the blood flowing into her cheeks. Fainting from blushing so darkly? Only she would be able to pull that off.
She giggled flippantly as she was placed into a hammock of Kenta's choice though she was a bit worried about her clumsy disposition. Knowing her the hammock would alight in flames from her touch or worse...she'd fall off before Kenta even had a chance to get on. To her surprise, however, when she was rolling off it was only into Kenta. He had stopped her from falling, and by the looks of it made her move deliberately; not that she was complaining. "Mmmm," she murmured contently into his chest, nuzzling against him affectionately. The feeling of his fingers grazing through her hair was comforting, and Chrissy found her naturally erratic breathing ease into the more "normal" pattern. Kenta always had that ability to relax her though at some points she wished he couldn't.
At his question her eyes opened to stare up at him. Those bright, sparkling cerulean orbs that held every emotion in her and every other person she'd ever been in contact with. She blinked several times, her grip on his shirt tightening slightly. "I-I went to go and...well, grow up." It sounded pathetic and for most it would have been a terrible excuse-borderline "my dog ate my homework" excuse; however, Christiana was eighteen wih the emotional state of a seven or eight year old. Living in an institute where you were brought to near death daily she never had a eal chance to grow up. Ever since she escaped, Chrissy has been learning more about a diclonius as well as how to act in situations in society. "I learned a lot...and I missed you all the time," she whispered the last bit into his chest hoping that maybe he hadn't been paying attention fully.
Hah. Fat chance.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 7:48 pm
"Believe me, I know him all too well."
Jade spoke softly under her breath about her knowledge of Taliman. She had had more than her fair share of the Orinian's pleasure and schemes at her expense. How many times had she been used as bait, to get to Deity?
Slowly, she put her empty mug back down on the counter top, glancing over her shoulder and lifting an eyebrow at Kenta's treatment of Christiana. Had it been anyone else, the young woman would have interfered, but it was Kenta. His father used to do something similar to her, and she could see it in Kenta as well. Jade's mental point was proven rather quickly, and she was glad for it. She didn't like seeing Kenta like that.
Picking up the sketch book again, Jade walked back over to Kaen, looking once more at the abstract image of Taliman gracing the page. With that steely gaze looking up at her, Jade was on the defensive a bit. "Now now, I wasn't saying it was a manifestation. This drawing is far too accurate for anything like that. I'm just curious as to why he would be after your brother."
She opened her mouth to say something more, when the elevators finally opened to release Deity into the crowd. About time he got up from bed, it was already early evening! He could be so lazy at times. Jade started lifting her hand to great him, but the smile on her face faded slightly as she was bipassed. For Taliman, none the less. Curiosity filled her. Why on earth would he be going to someone he'd gone for centuries avoiding?
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 8:12 pm
"What an interesting thing to say," Kenta remarked at Chris's answer. Taking into account her naivete, and her general lack of social skills, it made sense that she would feel younger than she was, and she did indeed act it at times. Strictly speaking, parts of her psyche were more mature than others, but in the grand scheme, she had a understanding of the world similar to that of an elementary child.
Did she now?
By nature she was a timid creature, and one easily riled up emotionally. That was just her personality though and it said very little about her ability to cope, to conceptualize, to adapt, and all in all survive. To him, she felt the same tangibly, but she was home now, and one could act natural at home. He'd have to go out with her to see the new Chris.
"I guess as long as you don't grow up too much, it's okay," he said teasingly. What he meant was somewhat different, but he couldn't say it aloud. It was embarrassing. Perhaps as embarrassing as what she had whispered under her breath. Fat chance indeed that he wouldn't hear that, but he didn't have to respond to it. How does one respond without embarrassing the other? Instead, he merely tightened his hold on her, feeling his pulse surge through his body as Chris's did the same. Eventually they leveled out to match each other, and he eased up on her, just as his ears twitched and pivoted.
"It would be a lot easier if Ba chan asked the right questions..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 4:04 pm
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It appeared that even under water, the pest was able to arm himself. Lucid hovered idly in the water, safely out of Nathan’s sight. Having a Leviathan as a host did have his advantages. Whether the man was armed or not, Lucid had no intentions of even giving the fool an opportunity to hit him. Under water, he was unstoppable. His skin soon became coated in scales while razor sharp fins jetted out and backwards along his forearms and calves. His fingers became elongated and formed sharp points at the end of his fingers. On both sides of his neck, a set of gills sliced themselves open and began moving as if of their own accord, drawing in water. Though just a slight transformation, his mobility and overall efficiency while submerged was increased tenfold. He grinned wickedly to himself, the water flowing into his mouth not even phasing him. In an instant, he was gone, shooting straight towards Nathan. He stopped mere inches away from the man. His glasses having fallen off somewhere along the way, he looked into the mechanical screen that covered the man’s face, knowing that he was looking into his eyes. In that same second, he was off again, swimming circles around the man while bombarding his brain with telekinetic messages.
‘Your armor may protect you, but it can’t help you keep up with undeniable speed. This isn’t even a fair game anymore, Nathan, and the odds are in my favor. You’re done.’ He sent a shrill laugh through the man’s mind as he whirled in a spherical fashion. Then he dove in. Raising his right claws back and above his head, he approached the sitting duck from underneath. He passed by the Nathan’s left leg, swiping his claws across the metal that covered his calf, scraping it off easily. He continued going forward until he was sure he was out of Nathan’s sight. It was at that point that he arched his back and darted upside down back the way he came. An attack from above. Once he had Nathan in his sights, he dove down. His claws made contact with the back of his shelled neck, and his armor peeled away, leaving a stripe down his backside. He repeated this process several times, attacking from different angles, shredding off the man’s defenses piece by piece. However, the game grew dull as he realized that an unfair match with a sitting duck wasn’t as entertaining as he thought it might be. A part of him knew that this man had to be disposed of before things got out of hand, and it was at that point that he knew he had to end it now. He moved a safe distance away from his target and floated effortlessly in the water. A worm of dark purple energy snaked its way out of Lucid’s chest and swiftly swam towards Nathan. It wrapped around his legs first, moving upwards slowly as it attached itself to his entire body.
The worm exploded in a roaring crash, sending a powerful enough shockwave through the water to blast it outwards in every direction, wetting the Club and the surroundings trees, and sending a brief rain down on anyone who wasn’t in the safety of the Orion. Lucid floated effortlessly in the sky, watching with a great sense of satisfaction as Nathan plummeted back to the Earth. Even if he had somehow managed to survive the explosion, the fall alone would be enough to kill any ordinary man. Throwing his head back, the crazed man’s chest heaved as a maniacal high pitched laugh echoed through the Northern Canadian forest. His clothing partially torn, his entire body dripping with water, black hair matted on his face, eyes burning with fierce accomplishment, the demon finally settled. Was it…It couldn’t be over. Not that easily. Nathan was no ordinary man. It was very possible that—his blood froze as he recalled at one time looking the man in the eye as he had spoken to him. He had said ‘you will not kill me.’
His eyes flickered red with an insane rage as he shot down to the ground. Nathan had only landed a few yards into the treeline that was on either side of the trail leading to the Orion. He hit the ground with such impact the he dented the area where he stood. He looked down on the broken man laying in the woods. He slowly walked towards him.
“It really is a shame it had to come to this. I think it’s such a waste to put the gift you have to rest. Then again, it was never really yours to begin with. When it’s all over, it’ll be back where it belongs, and I can start a new game. You played your role well, Nathan, but that’s all it was; A role in my game. You’re the hero who dies trying.” He stopped and stood over the man. “You said you could put my games to an end. Prove it.” Silence. “You hear me!?” He crouched down and sank his claws into the man’s skin around his collarbone, lifting him up so they were face to face. “I SAID PROVE IT!!” Standing up, he stepped to his side and moved his arms with his body, bringing the man’s already battered body against a tree with enough force to snap the trunk in half. Another step to his right, followed by a mirrored motion from before with his arms and another tree was leveled. He tossed the man on his back into the trail, not enjoying being cramped by the surrounding trees. By this point, Nathan’s armor was bound to be gone and he had just suffered yet another beating. It would suffice to say that he wasn’t going to get much of a reaction from him for much longer. Still, the crazed Lucid continued to scream at the man who was probably nearing death.
“Get up! WORK!!!” He lifted the man, but his knees wouldn’t support his body. The man was utterly and completely—“USELESS!!” Spinning on his heel, he hurled the man behind him and towards the Club. He smacked into the wall of the Tower and crumpled to the ground. Game over.
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