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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 11:15 am
Demare smiled, nodding a little bit to Xue.
"Yeah, we can play now. But, I think maybe we should clean Karan up a little bit, first... at least just his hands," he said, looking for the napkins he saw earlier.
Spotting them next to the smaller boy, he reached over with his good hand, took one of them, and held it to Karan. He'd seen the child use them before, so he assumed it would be fine now.
"I'm not sure if you want food on your caravan... I'd think it would start to smell after a while if it never cleaned off."
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 8:24 pm
At first Karan regarded the napkins with some distaste. If he wiped everything off, then it wouldn't tate good anymore! Still, he didn't want to get the new box all sticky. He took one last lick of a particularly chocolatey finger and rubbed both of his hands against the napkins. They weren't perfectly clean, but at least they weren't sticky anymore.
Xue pushed the box closer to the bed and started to pick up the crayons that were scattered all over the floor.
Do they need anything else? Xue has lots of pretty things! 3nodding
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 9:38 pm
Demare thought about that for a moment, wondering if they did. How could they make the box more like a caravan...? With one hand, he lifted one of the flaps to the lip and began to pull it over, trying to make it curved. If they made a little roof, then there wouldn't be enough room for Karan to get into the box.
...Unless, they cut the box. Made something of a door, maybe.
"Do you have any tape?" he asked, not sure how else to be able to get the flaps to stay curved.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 3:51 pm
Sticky tape? Xue likes glue better for sticking sparklies on pictures, but there's some sticky tape in the drawer. Xue will get!
He dashed over to the bureau and, after a few soft rustlings, came back with a large roll of slightly yellowed tape.
It's sticky! blaugh
Bored with all the talking, Karan grabbed one of the crayons Xue had missed and started to scribble on the first thing he could find- the blank pages right in the center of his new notebook.
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 8:34 pm
Demare didn't seem to notice Karan's coloring, a bit engrossed in the idea of the project. Smiling a little bit to Xue, he did his best to hold the now somewhat curved flaps together after tucking one of the extra flaps inside of the box.
"Can you tape these together?" he asked, hoping the tape would hold them. "They need to stay in a curve, though... to make a roof."
Doing his best to look at Karan, Demare hoped Karan wouldn't mind his next question. "Is it okay for me to cut the box? I won't cut too much... I just want to make the caravan easy for you to crawl into yourself."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 8:59 pm
Demare's question went right over Karan's head. Whatever he wanted to do would probably help though, so he nodded and went back to his picture, switching colors with another crayon that was on the bed. Bright yellow swirled over black scrawls in no particular pattern. The picture made its creator smile as he colored faster and faster-
SNAP.
Blinking, he looked at the remains of the yellow crayon. That was bad. He couldn't finish now.
Xue pulled a length of tape from its dispenser. It was sticky, which was good, but it was sticky on both sides, which he wasn't expecting. One hand wrapped itself in the tacky material, and the more he struggled, the more he got stuck.
After a few minutes of silently flailing, he walked over to Demare, both hands wrapped messily in the double-sided tape.
Help? sweatdrop
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:10 pm
Demare snorted, trying hard not to laugh. Xue looked quite amusing the way he was, but he thought it might be rude to laugh at him being helpless. Freeing the box's flaps, he moved his good hand to try to remove the tape from Xue's hands.
Only, it was much harder to do with one hand. His own fingers were getting stuck on the double sided tape, finding it difficult to be gentle with removing the sticky and flimsy tool. Well, shoot... this wasn't going well.
"Um... do you think your guardian might be able to help? It would be much easier if I had two hands, but one's not exactly usable at the moment..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:19 pm
Des can help! And she can get not-so-sticky tape too. 3nodding
Karan started to look for Xue, but it seemed he was leaving. Instead he turned to Demare and poked him carefully with the blunt end of one crayon half.
"Boke. More?"
Then an even better idea occured to him. "Dmah too?"
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:25 pm
Demare watched as the porcelin boy left, and then blinked as Karan poked at him. Curiously, he turned his body so he could actually look at the baby, his wings spreading a little bit to stretch out from being trapped by the bed.
Boke? Oh! Broken... The crayon had broken. Had his right arm not been so useless at the moment, he'd simply try to use his dagger to sharpen the colorful wax.
"Hm?" he hummed at the second question. "You want me to color, too? Hold onto that crayon first, though. I'll see if I can try to get some of the paper off of it so you can color more."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:30 pm
Nodding to the question, Karan continued holding the crayon out. He would have rather found a new one, but if Demare wanted to use the yellow, it was okay.
Xue raced back into the room, de-taped for the most part and waving a new roll of the stuff.
What is Xue supposed to do again?
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:44 pm
Demare did his best to tear away some of the paper from the crayon, hating to waste the poor thing. Now that Xue was back, though, what was he supposed to do? Karan asked him to color, but he was supposed to be fixing the caravan.
...A break. Yes, a break out do good.
"Um... why don't we take a short break?" he offered to the other, finished freeing the crayon from its paper. "Karan, what would you like me to do?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 9:58 pm
Yaaaay break time!
... Xue doesn't know what to do. sweatdrop
It was amazing! He could use the yellow again! Karan gave a short shriek of delight and returned to his picture, but not before turning the book so the other half of it was facing Demare. He pushed a few crayons in that direction too, but made sure to grab the black and blue ones first.
"Pway," he stated simply. It was obvious after all.
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 10:41 pm
He wasn't quite sure what to tell Xue, distracted by the somewhat blank page placed in front of him. Play? Karan wanted him to color anything? Instinctively, the child grasped a red crayon from nearby and thought for a moment, resting the tip carefully against the white sheet.
What would he draw though?
"Make it cool," Demian hissed, the two red eyes slipping open slightly. "I'm bored in here."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Clare sighed, still thinking about the picture. "I'm... having fun."
"You sound so sure of yourself."
"Oh hush. You didn't want to deal with this, even though YOU'RE the one that promised to help."
"What're you drawing, dork?"
"What? Nothing... I'm still thinking of what to draw."
"You suck at lying. What are you drawing?"
"I'm not lying, Demian. I'm not drawing anythi--"
"Just.... JUST STOP!"
Demare snapped back to reality, his bi-colored eyes glancing down at the paper. Red now stained the pure page, not really making any sense to him at first. His left hand continued to color, pressing hard with the crayon against the book page, forming an odd image that not many would understand. Four slender ovals adorned the page, reminding him of the eyes he had over his right eye. The crayon began to form jagged lines, none of them the same length, forming some sort of toothy grin as the child began to recognize the image to be a face.
A dark face. Those demon eyes... That bloodthirsty smile... That memory that craved human flesh.
It was a face he thought he would never have to see again.
His right arm began to tingle with a burning sensation as a complete image began to flood Demare's mind, his entire right side beginning to ache.
"N-no... You can't remember..." Demian hissed, the two red eyes opening wider. "Not here... Not yet!"
"I-it's... This feeling... I-I've felt this f-fear before..." Clare whimpered, his eyes growing wide for a moment. "T-that.... that can't possibly..."
"NOT YET!" the demon howled within the mind, and forced the angel out of the body.
Demare's hand dropped the crayon and allowed it to roll along the paper until it fell between the spine of the book and the next page. The body then slowly slumped forward, limply falling against the bed as if life had been completely drained from it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 11:00 pm
The picture looked pretty, even though red was far from Karan's favorite color. It was a little sharp looking too, but the shapes were interesting enough. He started to applaud, but was interrupted by his friend dropping onto the bed. It took a moment or two of poking and prodding for him to realize that maybe this wasn't some new game?
Voice wavering, he tried again. "Dmah?"
The voice prompted Xue to look up from his own drawing. One glance told him that something was wrong, and the bad feeling that started towards him left no room for doubt. Shivering, he squinted his eyes and called for backup.
DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! eek gonk crying exclaim
Moments later DS stumbled into the room. "Xue, what's- Oh dear. Demare? Demare, what's wrong?" She placed one hand on his back gently, afraid to do any more until she knew what the situation was.
Karan shivered. This stopped being fun a long time ago. Again using the crayon as a tool, he poked Demare's shoulder, then, screwing up his courage, one of the boy's cheeks.
A hint of red glowed back at him, making Karan drop the crayon like a hot poker. THAT wasn't right either.
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DivineSaturn Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 11:26 pm
The body felt unnaturally cold as DS placed her hand on his back, even his wings unresponsive as they were stiff. If only they knew of the poor child's mental torture.
"SNAP OUT OF IT, YOU FOOL!" Demian cried in a panic, shaking Clare by the shoulders. "Come on! You'll be FINE!"
"I've... I've seen that somewhere before Demian..." he stammered out, completely dazed as his light blue eyes wouldn't settle on anything. They quickly snapped left and right, searching for any sign of the face again. "It haunts me... It's going to come back."
"No! No... no it won't!" the demon tried to reason, golden eyes hiding his own fear. No... it would never return as far as he was concerned. "Just... just snap out of it and go back! Pretend you never saw it!"
Clare pulled himself away from the other boy's grasp in disgust. "Pretend it never happened? Pretend I didn't see that.... MONSTER?"
He didn't notice Demian cringe at the words.
"The last thing I can remember feeling when I saw that thing whenever that time was, I was TERRIFIED! How can you possibly think I'll be at ease now that I saw it again?!"
Demian clenched his fist tightly, trying to contain his anger. "If you don't go back, they'll start to suspect something, you fool! Just... Forget about it! It'll be fi--"
"No..." he interrupted, shaking his head lightly. "No, Demian... this time, it won't be fine..."
"... I... I hate you."
"I'm... sorry that you feel that way."
"I'll get you back for this!" Demian cried as he seemed to disappear from sight.
The body jolted slightly as the soul returned, what little life it had returning as the child began to cough and weeze violently, air trying to get back into his lungs. Demian hated entering the body... that was the hardest part of it all. Despite how much it hurt him, he moved his right hand to grasp tightly at his chest, breathing heavily as he tried to gain control of things.
How embarressing. Now they'd all probably start asking questions, or the guardian would call Domonic, or they'd gush over him for one reason or another. Guh... Maybe this was a bad idea.
Demare winced as he tried to move, failing miserably as he couldn't even so much as sit back up. s**t... no strength even? This body was so worthless to him... Hopefully it would get better as he got older.
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