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 Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:20 pm
DeArca fell to his knees, completely breathless while Ash giggled, kicking some, wanting to have another ride. He looked up at Valelldia and giggled, grabbing a hold of her skirts and tugged some, liking the feeling of the fabric. "Ash... small...big...grew...wine....kid....how?" He asked, trying to fill a complete sentence, but he was breathless in the gaps. He looked up at Valleldia, so confused how something so small grew so big in an instant.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:21 pm
X-Men Lover DeArca fell to his knees, completely breathless while Ash giggled, kicking some, wanting to have another ride. He looked up at Valelldia and giggled, grabbing a hold of her skirts and tugged some, liking the feeling of the fabric. "Ash... small...big...grew...wine....kid....how?" He asked, trying to fill a complete sentence, but he was breathless in the gaps. He looked up at Valleldia, so confused how something so small grew so big in an instant. She laughed, her voice as deep and honeyed in laughter as in speech. "You have lived with us a long while, not to know that the meij works in mysterious ways, DeArca. Especially during festival times. It's often a gift of the special time, that the meij partakes upon itself to grow our children in love." She took up the little Ash and gave him a hug. "Oh, he's beautiful. You have a beautiful little boy here."
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:24 pm
Menelie This makes Baptiste laugh, a rich sound. "Well," he says. "I'd wager that many of us have found a way with words. Helps to be a smooth talker when you're trying to sell something, eh?" He smiles. "But no. For every suave, outspoken man like me there's bound to be a shy one or two. But," he adds. "For a lady as pretty as you I'd bet my boots that even the shy ones would make some attempt at flattery." His tone is easy, and though he'd just admitted to being a salesman, essentially, he'd somehow found a happy medium. Charming safety, as it were. She put her cheek down to the cold wood. It had been a trying day, and there was so much to reconcile with what she had been... and what she was now. What was she now? Hopefully not a life to drip away, as like a beautiful angel carven from ice's unforgiving, brief life. Angelique raised her head. "Will you take me with you, Baptiste?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:28 pm
Oqaia X-Men Lover DeArca fell to his knees, completely breathless while Ash giggled, kicking some, wanting to have another ride. He looked up at Valelldia and giggled, grabbing a hold of her skirts and tugged some, liking the feeling of the fabric. "Ash... small...big...grew...wine....kid....how?" He asked, trying to fill a complete sentence, but he was breathless in the gaps. He looked up at Valleldia, so confused how something so small grew so big in an instant. She laughed, her voice as deep and honeyed in laughter as in speech. "You have lived with us a long while, not to know that the meij works in mysterious ways, DeArca. Especially during festival times. It's often a gift of the special time, that the meij partakes upon itself to grow our children in love." She took up the little Ash and gave him a hug. "Oh, he's beautiful. You have a beautiful little boy here." The meij did this? Impossible....if its able to....turn a mouse into a child. Then why did it...oh, never mind" DeArca said, looking at Ash play with Valellidia's hair. "My boy?" he asked and DeArca was still shocked. What would he do now? Wait. "Also...I....I found Illyana. She's....nnn" he frowned some.
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Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:29 pm
The question startled Baptiste mildly, though it doesn't displease him. "Of course you are welcome to travel with me, become a gypsy yourself, Angelique." He smiles, but then remembers something. "But my wagon already occupies myself and another young woman named Tamlin. I would be most happy to camp under the stars and see the two of you share the roof. That is, if you find each other agreeable."
He stirs at his coffee, poking at the ice chips that work their way back to the surface. "Either way, we will find some place within the caravan for you. It is quite large, and mainly women, so far as I've seen. I'm sure you'll find...solace living among us."
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 12:34 am
Heather had been searching for her son and found him near the docks hidden between some boats crying. She put Kala in one of the boats and bent down to put her arms around her son.
"Amkia, what is wrong?" She kissed his forehead and held him tightly in her arms, still watching Kala as even being a small baby she knew the youngster would happily cause trouble.
Amkia sat crying looking confused. He didn't know what had just happened, he could remember being outside the wagon with his horses and then next thing he could remember he was on the docks, Lor was on the ground and Vanna... oh Vanna.
He couldn't speak, he just held his mother back, sobbing and crying. He didn't know if he had done anything but watching those gypsies, they thought he did. He was sure of that.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 5:17 am
It has not been much time when a great rush of bubbles and foam smash against the docks and suddenly, and two figures join them on the docks. One she recongnizes as Rojiza, the other...she barely recognizes at all.
"...Kale?" Marissa croaks. Her boy, for it is indeed her son, and he is coughing on his knees, looking at himself in wonderment. At his mother's voice, her looks up, and at the sight of her, scrambles to his feet and throws his child self upon her.
"Mama...mama...I look so odd, now...but mama...I missed you."
Marissa clutches her son and cries.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:15 am
[[sorry, I needed to be away from the computer yesterday sad So much has gone on!! ]] Jal led the way down the winding roads off to a more quite part of town. Also a very rundown part of town. He walked up next to a saloon where a very ugly horse could be seen tied up and lapping at a trough of water.
"This is ol' Bill. He's par' Aompor wile' harse." Jal said with pride as he patted the old horse. "He aint much to look at but he's a hell of a reliable fella'. We live in this inn righ now. " Jal motioned to the run down inn. "Wanna drink or food? Innkeeper still owes me some favors so I'm sure he will give us somethin on the house." Jal walked up to the saloon and opened the door, motioning to invite Alt into the rundown place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:38 am
(Sorry if I've taken a while to reply, been crazy in RL. X3 *...colour codes.*)
"Oh you needn't do anything miss. You've already lightened the mood with some music." Thuban rolled the map back up, stuffing it into a large pocket on the inside of his jacket. He turned his gaze back on Tamlin, that friendly smile still in place.
"I don't suppose...don't take offense...but are you a gypsy?"
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Altaira paused to study ol' Bill a moment. He wasn't that ugly. Not a prancing arab or a flashy lady's horse...but...not so bad. Prettier to her than many of the asses and nags that were stabled here abouts.
"Thanks, Jal." Keeping Sindri close, she went inside.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:23 am
[[Oq or anyone, feel free to take over any saloon npc's. I feel like I'm making too many up ^^;; ]]
The saloon was very rundown and the company kept there were mostly rough working types like Jal but less pleasant to look at. Some people looked at Jal and sneered, others seemed to smile and be excited at him. There really seemed to be no middle ground on reactions towards the regular.
"Jal you b*****d! I had this old fellow come in looking for ya. You young scallywag!" The bar tender said with a wink. "Told him ya ran town, which I think you must. I bet there are more then just him after your head." He was cleaning a mug to a shine as he refilled some customers glasses. "Oh.. ah I'm sorry. Didn't see that new lady ya had with ya. Maybe you'll settle this young goat down. But look out he's a wild one." He winked at the miss.
"She's just a frien' Manny." Jal said as he sat down at the bar. The thought of Ceelan's father after him this close made Jal uneasy but he tried to keep his cool. "Anyway, give tha lady whatever she wants and put it on my tab. Give me an ale an' a bowl of stew."
"Alright Jal, but this is the last time. Your tab is getting kind of steep. Could probably buy some new bar stools and maybe some fancy drinks with that money ya know." Manny said as he started to fix the meal reluctantly.
"Mann, why ya gotta be like that? With all the helpin I gave ya since I've been here. I mean this place woulda been condemened hadn't I fixed tha roof single handidly. An I did hook ya up with that potion that got rid of those roaches." Jal smiled. This kind of conflict seemed to be normal and everyday to him.
"Alright Jal, ya got me. But hell, favors don't pay those loan sharks off. Gotta at least try." Manny said as he cleaned a glass and poured it full of an amber colored ale. "What'll ya have miss?" He asked the woman nicely
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:48 am
Amkia looked to his mother and cried, he held onto her tightly but then let go of her. He sat up and looked at Kala who was climbing out of the boat. Standing up he went over and picked her up, giving her to their mother, recieving a few bites and scratches at the same time.
"I don't know what happened... I was at the caravan, then near the sea. I want to be alone."
The angel moved away from his mother and back into the main crowds. He wanted to see Susa now, she liked him but she wasn't around. Instead he looked around, he wanted to find someone, maybe Al? He couldn't see her or Sindri.
Amkia didn't like Sindri by default, he was a cat and Amkia had a slight fear of cats now. However, he wanted someone to talk to and he liked Al though right now meeting someone his own age would be better, and he would rather it be a girl, growing up with a caravan full of girls meant he could relate more to girls then boys now.
He wanted something to do, to get lost, to hide away. The last thing he wanted was to go back the caravans. He didn't want to know what happened and he didn't want to see Vanna. He felt guilty but he didn't know why.
He continued to move around the crowd untill he found somewhere to sit. He stuck out a bit, an angel with a tear stained face, who was infact still crying. For now though, he would cry and hope the wagons would leave without him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:00 am
Heather was confused at her sons actions, the fact he went and picked up Kala and even though he got bitten and scratched by her he didn't seem to care, instead he went off to be on his own? Her instinct was to go after him but something insdie told her not to.
Holding Kala she walked down to the water and looked around to see if she could find out what happened. She noticed some figures down the dock a little so walked down not knowing who it was.
"Excuse me?" She then noticed something strange. She knew the people but yet... something seemed odd. She held Kala tighter in her arms despite the protest she was making.
Heather didn't say anything else, just watched, lingering. She didn't know what happened with Kale or Lor and Vanna, she didn't know Amkia's involvement and something seemed strange.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:09 am
[No, Mene, color=rojiza isn't going to make your text green. rolleyes Lord almighty.]
Rojiza continues to hug onto her mother's waist. She sneaks peeks at Kale and Marissa every so often. She wants Kale to come talk to her.
Caroline is....relieved is too weak a word to describe her feelings. She smoothes her daughter's hair as she weeps into her skirt. Odd. Rojiza never cries. Finally Caroline kneels down. "Lovey, whot's wrong? Yer completely soakin' wet!" Through her emotion, her brogue becomes thicker. "Whot happened to ye out there?"
Rojiza realizes that she's getting her mother's pretty skirt all wet and plunks down on the dock to wring out her clothing. No need to worry her mother by telling her--HA!--that she and Kale had plunged into the ocean.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 11:21 am
Edit "Oh you needn't do anything miss. You've already lightened the mood with some music." Thuban rolled the map back up, stuffing it into a large pocket on the inside of his jacket. He turned his gaze back on Tamlin, that friendly smile still in place.
"I don't suppose...don't take offense...but are you a gypsy?"
Tamlin was confused by the tone his last question took, but he seemed pleasant enough in looks and conversation so she continued, ignoring whatever, if anything lay behind the question.
"I am Tamlin Maire Sorcha, from Ireland."
she held out her hand.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 3:17 pm
She was absorbed in watching the scene unfold with Kale and Rojiza, wondering why Rojiza looked so distraught, when she heard Heather's voice. The woman's voice triggered thoughts again, angelic betrayal, and turning carefully so as not to see Vanna and only catch a glimpse of Leax, she walked, slowly and carefully, to the shore, to Heather.
She didn't want to be angry. Didn't want to scream and shout. Amkia wasn't there, and she supposed that was best. Had it even been Amkia?
It had to have been.
She came to a stop in front of Heather.
"Your son did something," she said, voice flat. She tried to fight down the passion, the anger. "Cursed me, cursed Vanna. I can't... I can't see her anymore.
"Find your son. We... I....
"We need to speak with Valelldia."
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