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 Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 11:21 am
 A radical generally meant a man who thought he
could somehow pull up the root without affecting the flower.
(Gilbert K. Chesterton)MOOD: Ill-at-ease, hungry. MOOD: Worried, scared. It was the same receptionist who had spotted Vyn basking unusually in the morning sunlight a few days earlier that noticed the bloodied rose floating aimlessly around the outside of the expensive flats. He tilted his head in morbid interest as he examined her passing the glass front doors. She looked as though she had quite literally been dragged through a hedge backwards – her wine red tresses were matted with twigs and grime, the rose on her brow was tangle painfully into the grimy stands and there was scarcely an inch of her pale skin that wasn’t marred by a scratch, bruise or scuff. Surely this couldn’t be the same girl who had been odd yet presentable only a few days ago? He groped with his free hand, getting hold of the intercom phone and dialing for the penthouse at the top of the building. The rich old man at the top would no doubt appreciate the news regarding his daughter... If you could call her that...
A short period of time later the elevator doors slid open and a distressed man exited the steely confines of the lift. The signs of time were devilishly present due to this obvious stressed state – maliciously aging lines cut into his face accentuating his deep-set frown and a thin muzzle of stubble resided on his line; most unusual for the clean shaven businessman. Smiling hesitantly the receptionist gave Ethan a polite nod before gesturing outside. In response Ethan gave a curt nod and marched out of the building.
Over the past few days Vyn’s absence had become increasingly worrying to him. At first he had hoped that she would return from one of her meanders with apologies and excuses like some rebellious girlish teen out of a soap opera, he had even considered phoning Aphismet or Lucia to see if Vyn was with their wards, but after a night and half a day all traces of such a pleasant illusion left Ethan and the seeds of distress had truly sprouted. She has been acting weird, developing bizarre features like petals and had even started to photosynthesise. Surely those radical changes should’ve been a warning to him – he should’ve kept a close eye on her. But no, instead he had foolishly hoped that they were steps towards a miraculous growth. A judgement wholly based on a hunch provided by Aphismet!
Then in the midst of his fretting news began to crop up about strange events around Gaia; a whole petting zoo of rabbits ‘liberated’ by a mysterious floating girl, a report on the local radio channel had stated that another floating girl was on the run – completely nude – and Ethan had heard tell of a string of poisonings all associated with a certain tattoo parlour in Durem. Something was evidently sending maddening ripples of bizarre activity through the raevan community and Ethan had a horrible gut feeling that Vyn was caught up in it too.
His fears were confirmed when he saw his charge. She looked awful; battered, beaten and almost inhuman. Her skin was even greener than it had been a few days ago and he presumed that meant she had been feeding almost exclusively off the rays of the sun. His eyes trailed over her wounded body... Shockingly she seemed to be covered in blood – there lacerations covering her arms which were roughly scabbed and there were a few nasty looking bite marks on her shoulders... What on earth had she got caught up in?! It was a surprise to Ethan how she had managed to travel back through the streets to here whilst looking so grotesquely gory.
“Vyn... Good god! VYN! Are you ok?!” Ethan’s voice cracked as his worry exploded.
Nothing but a wild stare answered him. Instantly his heart seized up. Something was wrong with her, not just physically but mentally. Those eyes... Dull, intelligence barely perceptible, but a gleam of feral merciless was scarily present... What had happened to her?
Reaching out he hesitantly went to take her hand, aiming to gently lead her inside. But before he could touch her her fingers reflexively curled into sharp hooks. Each of her nails had morphed into a woody thorn-like curve and were coated in both grimy dirt and what appeared to be dried out blood. Obviously whoever had injured her had taken just as much damage. Ethan gulped. Other raevans had gotten into trouble with humans, judging by the poisonings Rivener had been very busy... What if Vyn’s scuffle had been with a human? Looking at the way Vyn was armed with the dangerous points the human would’ve undoubtedly come off worse, that coupled with her emotionless gaze made an ugly thought rise to the top of Ethan’s mind; Vyn could have seriously hurt someone – could she have killed someone? He shuddered... Best to get her inside as soon as possible and phone the LAB, they were the people best equipped to deal with this sort of situation.
“Come on... Let’s go up..”
Vyn tilted her head. The man was familiar, she could trust him surely? Like the sun and the earth and the air... He was plain and simple, a source of sustenance and he would pose no threat to her blooms. She could not quite understand his words but the way that he gestured made her sluggish mind understand his intentions. He wanted her to follow him, go up to the very top of the building so that he could make sure that he could help her. Her mind conjured up images of humans tending to flowers in their gardens, it would be humiliating if the man took away her wild nature again and reduced her to some garden shrub but her wounds were still throbbing... Thus she drifted after him following silently in his wake.
The receptionist gave the odd pair a slightly intimidated glance, noticing just how gored the girl was, before burying himself into his work – fingers tapping on his keyboard as though he was writing a marathon of writing. Ethan would have to explain later... When he had an explanation for himself...
She did not like this, despite the sane voice at the back of her mind reassuring her it was a required part of ascending to the penthouse she had once called home. However, her virus ridden mind rebuked any desire to remain in the claustrophobic space. The air was stale and produced through a thin grate somewhere, the lights were artificial and every surface was either metal or impenetrable mirror... Nothing about the lift suited the plant at all and her ribbon spun restlessly as she and Ethan rose through the building.
The threat of violence that grew in the frei’s tense body language worried the businessman and he kept firmly on the opposite side of the lift to her. He wanted to be comfortable with his ward and be glad to have her back after all the worrying but in truth Ethan was glad when the doors opened into his apartment. Perhaps Vyn would calm down in the familiar setting? She seemed apathetic as they moved into the lounge... Her dull black eyes moved over the presumably familiar room with an unnerving indifference. Ethan had hoped that she would open up slightly, say something to express what had happened whilst she was away...
Not even the smallest smile was shown as Thorn tottered up to her, tail wagging eagerly at the return of his mistress. Instead she floated right past him to the centre of the room. Ethan shuddered... He needed a strong cup of coffee and then he would tackle this dire situation. Even if he ended up slamming his head against an impenetrable wall of silence he would get Vyn to provide an explanation.
Vyn watched the man exit the room... Where was he going? She frowned. This place was not the Garden of Eden that she had mentally promised herself. Yes... There was shelter here and she was certain that nothing here would pose a threat against her flowers but there was no sunlight except the diluted rays they came through the large windows. Neither was there any rich soil or nutrients to support growth. She glanced around... All that was present was clean furniture and smooth panes of glass behind which were small animals – fish? Oh, there was the animal too. He was sitting at the end of her ribbon now, black eyes peering up at her from a little black face... The shiny orbs reminded her of the other small mammals she’d had a run in with. Her brows twitched into an aggressive frown.
Ethan’s ears perked up at the sound of the first whine. It was definitely coming from the lounge and was distinctively dog-like. He placed the cup of steaming coffee on the work surface and strode back into the room, his heart suddenly pounding. Thorn had no reason to be upset, not that it sounded like he was upset; it wasn’t the kind of noise he used when he was hungry or wanted to go outside to the toilet. No. It almost sounded like he was pain.. Could it be...?
Vyn. The girl was holding the dog by the scruff of his neck, lifting him close to her face and raising her other barbed hand to administer a swipe to the poor animal. “No!” She let her attacking arm drop but kept a tight hold of Thorn as her eyes locked with Ethan’s steely grey spectacles. His mind was racing. Vyn would never hurt Thorn; the pug was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Thus something must’ve happened to her to send her into this deranged state. He didn’t have time to figure out what it was because her hand was tightening its grip on the dog. “Let him go.” He commanded, taking a step towards the girl. Vyn, the real Vyn, would never forgive him if he stood idly by whilst this heinous situation unfolded
Baffled why the man seemed outraged Vyn’s head tilted painfully slow as the sluggish plant attempted to decipher what he wanted her to do. Release the creature? She frowned. Why? It was being a nuisance and now that she had it in her grasp it wasn’t in her nature to loosen her grip and allow it to go away unscathed. However, judging by the authoritative nature of both his voice and stance she conceded. Her hand unfurled and the animal dropped to the floor giving a painful yelp as it hit the plush white carpet. That completed she would search for the sustenance that had been the lure to returning to the man’s care...
Thorn limped over to Ethan as soon as he was released and the businessman scooped him up into his protective embrace. He needed to contact the LAB as soon as possible... Vyn was unquestionably dangerous and judging by how she had handled Thorn she had no qualms about what or who she hurt, it was beyond a simple domestic problem now – he had to call the LAB for both his and the other residents safety... However, before he could make a move towards a phone another more sinister development was revealing itself on his ward. Her ribbon which had been idly swirling up until now stiffened, contorting in strange jagged movements through the air. Her whole posture mirrored with sudden change and her arms and fingers locked into undoubtedly painful positions.
Suddenly her ribbon straightened, digging into the floor with a sharp crack. Ethan blanched. What was happening now? Her whole body was quivering, shaking furiously as if in anticipation...
A black snake whipped out of the carpet barely more than a metre away from where he was standing, followed by the sound of shredding and a whole host of similar pitch whips tore up the carpet in a rough circle around the rose. In the few moments before Ethan realised he could be in danger her watched the tendrils twitch as if they were seeking something out, before the ends split and shot forward, spreading in a net-like fashion: A lattice of roots seeking something to feed off. Ethan turned and ran to the kitchen, slamming the door behind him. Unfortunately some gut feeling told him that if he didn’t do so... He and the dog would’ve quickly become plant food. 
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 12:59 pm
To smile at the jest which plants a thorn in another's
breast is to become a principal in the mischief.
(Richard Brinsley Sheridan)MOOD: Frustrated. MOOD: Nervous. Ethan’s hands were shaking as he hung up the phone. He had never feared more for his life than this current situation; even in the past when dangerous situations had arisen with Vyn he had not had this intensity of dread. Perhaps it was the blood splatters dried onto her pale skin, or the vastness of her powers wrecking his home or even the mindless glaze over her eyes... Whatever it was both he and Thorn were cowering at the opposite end of the kitchen to where the door was painfully creaking under the pressure of Vyn’s shadowy roots. The frei’s intimidating explosion had occurred just over half an hour ago but it had taken the businessman quite some time before he was confident in the makeshift reinforcements in front of the door (a fridge hefted there as best as he could manage) to snatch the handset placed dreadfully close to where the girl’s pressing tendrils waited.
In the time that had passed the rose’s scent had filled the house till it choked out all other odours. Ethan sound it rather suffocating, the flowery perfume was overpowering and in such a potent dose it was quite unpleasant and far from the delicate waft that one could find pleasure in when sniffing a flower... However, on the other hand the unusual strength of the smell could lure help – if a member of the LAB staff didn’t receive his message straight away, aid might be attracted by curiosity to what could cause such a strong aroma and right now, any type of help whether specialised to deal with raevans or not would be much appreciated by the elder businessman.
He was now hunched in the far corner of the kitchen grey eyes watching the barricade nervously. Thorn was on his lap and the phone lay idly and uselessly by his foot where he had put it down. He was well and truly trapped. If he dared upon the door he would no doubt be impaled by the shadowy lances that were acting as the rose’s roots, searching for food and sustenance, his warm innards would be the food they desired no doubt. He had phoned the only people he could easily trust to deal with the situation properly... If he called the police or emergency services it would result in a full scale investigation of his adopted daughter and the other raevans. He could already imagine the headlines: “Businessman Ethan Blake Trapped By Experimental Creature!” If it got out just how dangerous some of Dr Kyou’s creations could be the people of Gaia could be up in arms and if worst came to worse... Ethan shuddered. No. He would not allow any harm to come of his daughter, this unfortunate situation was because she was ill – Kyou was working on a cure even as he sat here!
And yet he wondered how long could he sit here? For a short moment his eyes left the impending danger of the door and rested on the emptied contents of the cupboards and fridge that he had hastily amassed. It was a miserably small collection – he normally ate out at restraints or paid the maid to prepare something. He could manage a few days at the very most on the strictest rationing possible and even then that was only if the door held fast. He sighed deeply, drawing Thorn closer to him... His hopes rested upon the LAB staff.
Meanwhile behind the door the Raevan was shifting uncomfortably.
Black tendrils were netted across the room in a complex lattice and each black strand quivered slightly as Vyn’s body moved. The sharp black tips had embedded themselves in every surface that they could find in their search for the nutrients they desired. Sound had stabbed the wide screen television and bright sparks were flickering about them, others had delved into the furniture but had been disappointed to find neither moisture nor sustenance there... The more lucky strands had managed to crack a single pane of the reinforced fish tanks and were relishing the liquid trickling out of the fractional fissure... Yet the girl at the epicentre of the shadowy web was still comfortable. Something unpleasant was bothering her as she restlessly tried to move against the restrictions of her own roots.
To the casual observer it would be exceedingly difficult to pinpoint the flower’s distress. There was nothing in the room besides her and except the wounds she already had she was in no added pain, as far as one could see there was no obvious threat to her wellbeing... Yet her face was distorted into an expression of upset. In fact, it was upon her face that the source of the angst was located – the tiniest movement across her cheek, a miniscule green blemish against the red flush of petals. It was a greenfly? The insect was meandering across the blooming cheeks, tiny feet tickling the frei’s skin. Yet the rose instinctive seemed to have a fear of the bug. It would eat her, chip away at her petals, leaves, limbs... Eat and eat until nothing remained of her. Of course, this singular creature could not consume her – she was far too big for its stomach – but they could become an infestation oh so easily and she had no way of defending herself if that happened.
A second irritation of the skin on the back of her neck started the alarm bells truly ringing within Vyn’s head. Another insect visitor... And then another. Soon the tiny pricks of their feet littered her surface, itching and irritating as they clustered together to raid her blooms. Her virus stricken body could not comprehend what was happening – it held onto the newly established mindset of a rooted plant, forcing her to be immobile whilst her instincts screamed at her to bat away the intruders and stop them from nibbling at the delicate petals they were clambering over. The frustration began to rise as she felt the first tiny jaws pinch at a red petal and n** the tiniest section away...
Heaven knew where they were coming from... The windows within the penthouse were sealed, but somehow the greenflies were seeping in. Crawling through the cracks, lured by the perfume that hung heavy in the air? The scent would make any flower eating insect salivate with anticipation. Perhaps they were coming through the ventilation system... Regardless of just how they were entering they were getting at Vyn and the frustration being pent up in the rose was starting to be vented. It came first with a slight exhalation of breath to force the insects lightly resting on her lips to move but the air released turned into a shrill shriek followed by an outright howl of fury. The rest of her body still would not respond but she could still articulate to a certain degree and the frei would wail and scream at the top of her voice until the damned creatures left her alone!
In the sanctuary of the kitchen Ethan was torn between keeping as far away from the door from which the horrible screeching was emanating – for fear of the wood bursting under the pressure suddenly – and running to peer through the tiny gap in the frame in a desperate attempt to see what was happening to his infected daughter. After a few moments of heated mental debate his paternal instincts won and he carefully placed the quivering animal to the side and scurried (as best a man of his age could) to the door as quietly as possible.
When he pressed a grey eye to the c***k he was met with a most peculiar sight. Vyn was suspended in the centre of the room, black tendrils stringing her up like a macabre puppet... She was moving almost as if she was in slow motion – her arm was raised and her hand was curled into claws, slowly dipping to rake her face. Bizarrely fascinated Ethan kept watching, regardless of the hairs rising on the back of his neck as the odd scene and screaming raised his animal fears. As her fingers made contact with the skin on her face a slight green mist rose from the flesh and hung in a haze around her head before resettling on the rose circlet... As if in delayed reaction to this movement the hand twitched and began a painfully slow journey upwards, chasing the course of the green... Insects?
It clicked pretty swiftly. He knew enough about the basics of gardening to know that greenflies were a rose’s worst ‘natural predator’. In fact, he had heard tales from business associates with grand manors with rose gardens of how a single swarm of greenflies had decimated their plants. Now all he could do was watch on as the beastly creatures attacked his relatively helpless ward...
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 1:02 pm
Life is thickly sown with thorns, and
I know no other remedy than to pass...
(Voltaire)| [Q-PRP] | Closed | To make a winter rose. [CURE-RP] | link |MOOD: Stressed. MOOD: Cold, anxious. [size=11][color=#cc0000]Reflection on RP[/color][/size] There was nothing, nothing at all was holding her in place. Free falling, floating, and constantly moving without restraint. It was cold, deathly cold – the arctic white behind her eyes continued forever as she swam through the recesses of her unconscious mind. Yet this crushing exhilarating fall through the cold was better than the choking heat that had been present before she had been cured.... Even a touch upon the memory made her pulse quicken and her muscles contract.
She would not allow the terrible life wrecking heat to resurface! She would grasp the ice, dig her nails deep into the frigid depths of her core and never come back to the warmth of life... But the heat would not leave her be, the ice she was desperately holding onto was slowly being melted. Wet melt water trickled down her arms – mocking her as the warmness seeped into her bones. It mingled with the tears if frustration she was producing and they were warm to! They bit into the last of the frost and then the fall ended. No longer was the world white, instead it was a black abyss; though it was not intimidating but instead it was almost comforting... The warmth that had seeped back into her system was not clouding her mind, there was no ulterior motives behind it’s tender brush... It was a healthy heat. However, Vyn remained suspicious and rather than embracing it she remained indifferent for some time more – drifting between the new warm half consciousness and the safety of her cold dreams.
As the raevan became accustomed to the embers of life fluttering in her chest the outside world began to filter in, like snippets of fuel feeding the growing consciousness. She heard Thorn at her side, a pitiful whine to which she desired to answer with a comforting murmur; occasionally she’d even feel the brush of Ethan’s papery skin as he held her icy hand in one of many all night sigils. As these morsels prompted the desire to respond the chill induced coma withdrew so that when Thorn curled at her side she would inch closer – barely perceptible yet there none the less. And eventually all the ice had faded and the weight of the cold and illness were well and truly off her chest.
“Mmghn..”
The groan made Ethan sit up attentively - he had been waiting for this moment for so long! Sitting in tense silence he was on the edge of his seat, hands clasped in a wordless prayer. Please let her be alright. Please, it had been over a week – she had to be better... Even Alex had appeared to show concern at the length of the rose’s coma...
“Ethan?”
Tears budded in his eyes... Vyn was ok.
She was cured.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:51 pm
Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose
From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;
Softly and still it grows and grows,
Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.”
(Susan Coolidge)MOOD: Bored. MOOD: Fairly calm. Constrained to her bed since waking up Vyn was beginning to tire of the 'rest and relaxation' that her guardian had insisted upon... It was all well and good being able to sit in a quiet environment with nothing to distract her, thus allowing for plenty of learning from her language books, but after a few hours of studying she soon bored of the repeating of foreign verbs or correcting her rugged grammar. She wanted to be able to leave the room, gain some freedom, and generally feel normal again. Today was hopefully the day that her desires would be listened to - Ethan had arranged for Alex to visit and finally take a blood sample to check that she was well and truely clear of the virus that had rampaged through the raevan community. One quick test and she would be able to get some fresh air... She was practically counting down till her freedom was restored.
Alex had needed time to recover from her last few stints in helping the sick Raevans. By the time she was ready to return to Vyn, she really was a bit of a mess; her arms were still bandaged and hidden beneath a sleeved garment, but now she had a bandage on the left side of her neck and a few-days-old bruise over her left eye that had given the orb beneath a black ring. Most of the cuts on her face from Vyn's shattered thorns were healed, but a few could still be seen on the bridge of her nose and her bottom lip. Regardless, the woman was in high spirits, having ascended the elevator and made her way to the door of Ethan's home, Zul at her heels.
She knocked briskly, turning her marred smile onto her charge, patting him affably on the back while they waited.
Ethan answered the door quickly, eager to see the helpful Italian in. He had become fond of the woman due to her persistent aid in his times of need and was somewhat looking forward to seeing her on this occasion: Vyn seemed to have fully recovered and he was somewhat expecting good news. However, when he saw Alex's marred body his cheery demeanour was dropped abruptly. "Alex, you look-" He stopped himself before the slip-of-the-tongue rude exclamation exited his mouth fully. "Come in, come in." He ushered the pair in, fixing a smile back onto his face as the demon passed him by. "Good to see you Zul.. How have you been keeping? Well I hope." Last time he had seen the frei he had just been coated in a slick skin of ice... It was pleasant for the situation to be so casual all of a sudden like the pair were simply popping in for a quick cup of tea, rather than testing for a dangerous pathogen lurking within his daughter's system.
The Italian gave Ethan a cheeky grin. "Like roadkill?" she offered up helpfully as she walked in, beaming at the older man. Alex was rather fond of the stalwart Guardian of Vyn, and it showed in the way she was all sunshine and excitement for an otherwise still-sombre situation.
The demon smiled to Ethan in turn, inclining his head as he also entered the abode. "I am well, thank you," he replied politely, straightening and tucking his wings against his back. "Good to see you too...Ethan." Zul wasn't sure he'd get used to using the man's name, but his woman had suggested he tried to be a bit more friendly with the businessman and his charge. "How is Vyn?" There was a small trace of something in his voice when he asked, a rarely heard sound of worry.
"Yes, how is our favourite rose?" Alex asked, withdrawing all the supplies from her pockets again. The idea of a purse or a satchel was apparently beyond the tomboyish woman.
Ethan was glad that the woman made light of his blunder and returning her boyish grin with a fond glance. "Yes, not at your best - though I'm sure that the motivation behind your injuries are valiant." Some were no doubt from Vyn's cure and he couldn't imagine the damage that other more dangerous individuals could do - he only had to glance at the headlines proclaiming about Rivener's deeds to be reminded of that. However, he was not one to put a dampener on the generally upbeat mood and thus answered her second query with vigour. "She has been well thank you Alex... As I informed you over the phone it took her quite some time to come out of her coma but since waking she appears almost as right as rain." He guided the pair through the open-plan space and towards the rose's room. "She's just in there..."
The Frei nodded, blue eyes turning towards the indicated room and locking upon it, floating closer but to the side, not entering on his own without permission. Zul glanced back to the humans, idly running a hand through his bi-toned hair, impatient in his own quiet way.
Alex gave a non-committal shrug at the mention of where her injuries might have come from, although her smile was rather telling regardless. "We do what we must," was all she said, before falling silent to listen to Ethan's words. She nodded her understanding, although she paused to rest a hand on his shoulder, her green eyes levelled with him. "And how are you doing? The place looks...like home," she commented softly.
"Me? I am fine, and yes... Whilst Vyn has been in quarantine I've tried my best to restore the penthouse to it's original state." The businessman glanced at the few marks of the rose's powerful outburst that still remained and shrugged lightly - they would remain as battle scars for a while longer. Returning Vyn to top condition was undoubtedly the main priority and on that note he decided to stop beating around the bush. Zul seemed restless to attend to the task at hand and Ethan would not keep him waiting much longer. Placing a hand upon the doorknob he twisted and pushed allowing entry.
Vyn raised her head from the book she'd been dully reading... A single headphone hung out of one ear and she gave a hesitant greeting - raising a hand for a minute wave. She was obviously pleased to see Alex... But like probably all of the raevans guilt was a heavy burden to bear, especially when it was so evident in physically marring on the person before her.
The woman looked over Ethan as he talked, nodding very slightly as he brushed off the concern aimed towards him. Alex saw a bit of herself in Ethan, and she supposed that was part of why they got along so well. She entered the room when the older man opened the door for them, smiling brightly and lifting a hand to wave to Vyn. "Hello Vyn," she greeted the Rose cheerfully, "you look as lovely as ever! How do you feel?" She approached the reclining Frei and knelt by her side, eyes turning over her features kindly but with awareness: checking for any abnormality, any sign that the virus might have been lurking.
Zul entered behind his Guardian, but this time, he stayed back by the door. He simply looked at the Rose, idly touching his fingertips together. The demon remained silent.
The shadow allowed the woman to approach, folding her hands in her lap after removing the headphone. "I am much better than when you last saw me..." She responded, shrugging her shoulders weakly. The wounds from her fight with Lulu had mostly recovered thanks to diligent nursing from her father but movements within the affected area still caused painful twinges. "I'm looking forward to leaving my room..." She sighed and stretched the leathery wings on her back, as if remembering what it was like to have plenty of free space to move around in..
Ethan watched Alex sitting by Vyn's side, keeping a place next to the bare-chested boy. He too was scanning for signs of the virus, despite the fact none had been exhibited since the cure was administered... But now Alex was here and the last checks were being made he couldn't help but express slight concern.
A soft chuckle returned the female Frei's words. "I am very glad to hear it," she replied, lifting a rather small vial with a slender needle on the tip. "I just want to take a quick blood sample to ensure your health," Alex explained, "especially since you slept so long." Not that the Italian was worried about it - Vyn had been rather deep within the vile hold of the virus - but she absolutely had to be careful and check. "This will be easier than the cure, I promise. I wont take up too much of your time." She extended her hand to Vyn in askance for the Frei's own.
Vyn obediently gave over her hand, the sight of the needle was slightly intimidating - especially when the cure was mentioned, making her recall the savage ice inside her system, but she trusted Alex's reassurance and would allow the woman to do her job... It needed to be done if she wanted to regain her ability to actually leave the penthouse...
Her warm fingers lightly directed the Rose's hand, namely, her middle finger. Alex pressed a small nob on the side of the vial, in which the needle withdrew. "This is going to be a small pinch. Since all we're doing is checking for traces of the virus, we don't need a full vial." It was quick; she pressed the flat surface of the vial against Vyn's middle finger, pressing another knob on the vial. There was a faint click, the needle pierced the pale skin, and the slender object was filled with red. The vial withdrawn, she put it in a small bag and withdrew a prepared bandaid, pressing it over the small pinprick of blood. "Tada! All done!" Alex beamed, standing with a nod of confirmation. "I'll take this to the Lab and call you in about twenty minutes. That okay?" Her green eyes turned between both Guardian and Raevan.
Compared to what Vyn had half been expecting the pinch of the needle flicking into her skin was nothing. In fact she was pleased enough to reciprocate the woman's laughter. Twenty minutes and she would be free! The thought pleased her immensely.. What would she do first? Probably take Thorn for a nice long walk. He deserved a treat after being so faithful.
Ethan nodded in confirmation. "That would be wonderful Alex... Though, before you leave... Please allow me to offer my thanks." He shuffled awkwardly to allow the woman and demon to exit the room and stand beside him. "I said when you administered the cure that I would thank you... And recently I was invited to an acquaintance's yule-tide event. It's a pretty high-brow affair and I was wondering if you would allow me to take you and, of course, Zul too since Vyn will also be attending.."
Alex smiled at the laughter, feeling a rush of warmth in her chest for the not-so-delicate-Rose. Vyn's joy was all the confirmation in the world she'd ever desire to know that all that she had been through was worth it. "Take care," she lifted her fingers to wave to Vyn again, adoration in her eyes. Vyn had truly come so far...
Exiting the room, the woman lifted her brows in a 'you should know better!' manner, but she kept herself silent and listened to what Ethan had to say. Her eyes became a bit wide at the invitation, and perhaps a little bashful. "Jeez, Ethan, that's...really sweet of you!" Alex laughed appreciatively. "I...gosh, I'll need another dress," she shook her head ruefully, but her smile was warm, "but ah...let me see what I can pull off, huh? Things are settled down so it shouldn't be an issue." Her smile grew warm. "I'd really like to!"
Zul had lingered in the room for only a few seconds, blue eyes on the laughing femme. He felt unusually...shy wasn't the right word, but he supposed he felt apprehensive on being so friendly with Vyn. Their time of kinship had passed, and they were strangers again, and it felt odd to him. He simply gave a brief smile before exiting, catching the tail-end of Alex's statement. "Event?" he echoed, crossing his arms over his chest, his tone curious.
Glad that the woman seemed keen on the idea Ethan beamed, turning his pleased expression to Zul's questioning tone. "Oh, something obtusely frivolous no doubt... However these sort of things can tend to be enjoyable in good company. This event is like a winter masquerade or ball, if I remember correctly. I will check the details and relay them when you phone with the results perhaps?"
Alex nodded enthusiastically, which wasn't smart given that her neck was still healing. "Sounds perfect! I can hide the roadkill-ness," she joked good-naturedly. "Please do, I'll definitely put that on my calender." In fact, she had half a mind to go shopping immediately after getting the details, but she would try to refrain, at least. "Thank you for having us over. I'll get this tested," she patted the pocket with the vial, "and those details as soon as I can."
Zul remained quiet, though he had a bit of a baffled expression, quietly mouthing 'obtusely frivolous' to himself.
"Oh of course, of course. I await you phonecall eagerly." Ethan replied, unable to contain his eagerness to secure the all clear for his daughter and striding ahead to the door leading to the lift back to the ground floor. "I hope to see you both soon!" He added, older face cracking yet again into a warm smile.
No matter how professional she tried to be, she considered all those of the Lab to be family. Thus, it was a knee-jerk reaction when Alex lifted her arms to hug Ethan, smiling ear to ear. "Til then," she agreed, all but bouncing out into the hallway and back towards the elevator, her bemused demon in tow.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 3:11 pm
A rose is too clichéd to mean anything any more.
It always has been and always will be just a flower.
There's so much more to give to show affection.
(Amy Latimer) Chloe 
Sometime around noon you hear a knock on the door. Going to answer it you find a Delivery Person holding a brightly colored package. They hand you a clip-board asking for your signature before handing it over. A sticker on the present box reads in bright, bold red letters Do Not Open Until Christmas!. Attached is a tag with Vyn's name on it, on the other side you see a small message.
"Merry Christmas! Do you think Santa's put you on the NICE or NAUGHTY list?
From: Chloe S."
Xiu 
A packaged was delivered one morning...
"Merry Christmas, Vyn!
How are you? I hope you are enjoying this festive season! I found this rather pretty choker and was reminded of you. I got Ethan a little something as well. Hope to see you soon!
Best wishes,
Xiu."
Quote:  A peculiar gift was given to Ethan by an equally unusual business associate at a low-key Christmas party. The woman wasn’t someone Ethan was well acquainted with and he was surprised when he received the tall slim present accompanied by an exceedingly tasty portion of ice-cream. He had eaten the sweet coffee treat for desert at the meal whilst wracking his brains to retrieve more knowledge of the woman... He couldn’t even remember a name... Just a peculiar rumour that she had a fondness for Grebes and that she might even have one as a pet. Of course he was too polite to pry so took his gift politely home to sit alongside other gifts beneath the Christmas tree. Quote: More of the ice-cream gifts were given to Ethan over the festive season. A matching pair of citrus scented ice-creams (delectably sour lemon sorbet) were given to him by his maid as a fond festive gesture. One for him and the other for his daughter – Vyn. The raevan couldn’t eat the food of course so Ethan helped himself, polishing down the two deserts after placing the accompanying presents under the tree alongside the coffee gift.. He couldn’t help wondering where people were getting the unique presents from... He would keep an eye out in town for the vendor: he was starting to gain quite a taste for the desserts! Quote: Christmas day came and went – alongside miniature gifts to his raevan including a spa trip for two and a promise to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe of clothing – the slim tall gifts underneath the tree were also opened. Ethan stared puzzled for a while at the trio of angels, freshly removed from their packaging. They were delicately crafted and would look delightful placed upon the tree. However, laying eyes upon them had instilled a peculiar sensation in his stomach. A butterfly storm churning... He could barely manage a surprised gasp before three glowing orbs popped out of his stomach and settled into the decorations – instantly bringing them alive. The LAB 305 Christmas gifts swiftly took residence in the tree, venturing out of their decorated fortress only to spoil food Ethan moved too near... The businessman would have to think carefully about how to pack them away when the decoration had to come down, something about their natures hinted that they might not take kindly to a year-long exile to a dusty storage box...
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 1:57 pm
Nothing compares to a rose in bloom.
(Luke Richmond)MOOD: Pleased, confident. MOOD: Proud, fatherly. The reflection in the full length mirror, a fairly new addition to the room, shifted quietly as the final touches to its attire were made. Cords were pulled and tightened whilst stray strands were combed carefully back into holly red locks. This would be the first important time that the rose had exited her house since being cured and the importance of looking dashing had never struck the girl more than tonight. The event would be full of Ethan’s associates; upper-class individuals with more money than sense on the most part... Even on the most mundane of meetings she would have to impress them, she was Ethan’s prized daughter – a marvel to all of them who had never seen a raevan. But tonight at the event, a winter masquerade where rich appearances and conduct were of prime importance, it was extra necessary that every reaction to her was one of awe and unlike the shy shadow of the past the flower was more than happy to come into full bloom and be admired.
Her pale frame had been fitted by a professional dress-maker during the week and the outfit she was now wearing had been custom made... However much the gentlemanly businessman had paid the artisan was certainly warranted as it would undoubtedly produce all the desired effects at the masked Yule-ball. Vyn appeared to resemble a porcelain doll garbed in the richest of Victorian fashion; a tight wine red corset managed to cling to her half formed torso perfectly exposing and complimenting just the right amount of her ample bust, long velvety sleeves fell down her silk white arms whilst a richly ruffled skirt used her chaotic ribbon as a natural underskirt. Her hair was also styled to suit the look – earlier another professional employed by Ethan had arrived and had used all manner of tools to sculpt her usually wild tresses into a stunning up-do. The mask completing her elegant appearance was equally expensive looking, held upon a thin black cane and decorated with delicate frills and small glimmering black stones. If it failed to stun the party goers there had to be something seriously wrong with them.
As the dressmaker’s assistant finished lacing up the corset Vyn could help but feel elated. She looked perfect... The love for clothing and good appearances that Lucia had awakened within her was in bliss thanks to the costume and she willingly dispensed a grin of satisfaction to the aid – she would have to gain a photograph of herself and share it with the cat frei! “Thank you..” She murmured as the petite woman bowed and exited...
Ethan was left breathless when his beautiful daughter floated out of her room. He was garbed in a dark set of tails with a pleasantly feather adorned beaked mask, yet it looked positively mundane compared to the ethereal Vyn... “You look... Wonderful.” He sighed, moving forward to hook arms with her, playing the role of a proud father perfectly. They would leave the penthouse now, take the chauffeured car and pick up their companions and then the party would see his wonderful daughter... His heart throbbed with pride at that thought...
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:43 am
And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies.
(Christopher Marlowe)| [PRP] | Closed | The beauty of masks, snow and candles.. | link |MOOD: Calm, elegant. MOOD: Proud, pleased.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:20 am
I once had a rose named after me and I
was very flattered. But I was not pleased
to read the description in the catalogue:
no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall.
(Eleanor Roosevelt)| [PRP] | Finished | Park Playtime! | link |MOOD: Upbeat. [size=11][color=#cc0000]Reflection on RP[/color][/size] Guilty. Dirty, horrible, saddening, maddening. She couldn’t bear it any longer. No matter how loud she turned up her music, how ferocious her song choices were, she could not drown out the sticky sense of guilt that her scuffle with Rivener had left on her character. After the exchange of harsh words she had completed Thorn’s walk and returned home hurriedly to take refuge in her room – earphones firmly placed in her sloped ears and a Japanese textbook out in front of her. Yet the distraction tactic wouldn’t work and Rivener’s upset expression and tender cradling of the whale still remained, swimming into her concentration like it was imprinted in her mind – demanding that she feel the shame of her actions. It had after all been mostly her fault that the whole situation had arisen. She hadn’t had a firm enough control over her dog... Rivener’s over the top reaction wouldn’t have happened without her mistake coming first. Sighing she closed the textbook and looked at the dog huddled at the end of the bed. His small black body was curled into a ball and meeting his wide ugly gaze Vyn could almost see a mirrored emotion. The animal was feeling the backlash of his actions too.
It was no use... She had to confess to someone who could offer her advice and that person was pretty obvious; Ethan. Raising herself from the lying position on the bed, she swung her ribbon off the side of the mattress using her rune's levitational strength to support her half-formed weight. Before she propelled herself across the room to the door she took out the headphones blasting a flurry of japanese beats and put them on her pillow. The quiet of her room was refreshing and with renewed resolution to get things off her chest she plucked Thorn off the end of the bed and swiftly exited - hunting down Ethan. As per usual the businessman wasn’t difficult to find – there was only so many places the man could be located in the modern open-plan home. She found him in his study and as she drifted in the resident rose bird (last year’s interesting Christmas gift) cooed a greeting to her. In response she bowed her head but she was not in the mood for sweet talk with the magical flower-animal.
“Vyn? What’re you doing in here? Need something?” Ethan’s grey eyes displayed a little bit of surprise but it was a pleasant look, as though he was pleased to see her... This made the rose feel worse as the confession burned hot in the base of her throat. She was a bad person. She had made Rivener cry. Quivering and hugging Thorn close to her chest she choked out, “can I talk to you?” before she hiccupped and released a quiet restrained sob.
“Oh dear... Come here Vyn... Tell me what’s happened.” Ethan’s voice was not accusing or harsh. There was no tone of judgement in it – just comforting paternal care. For that reason the shadow rush across behind the desk and wrapped herself in his embrace, putting aside all qualms about physical contact to take advantage of the help he was willing to give her. Her dark eye make-up stained his expensive shirt as her welling tears caused black rivets to flow down her cheeks. Not that it mattered to Ethan – parents were there to comfort and if that meant forking out for the dry-cleaner's bill then so be it. [MSN Phonecall RP - A few days later]
Vyn waited tensely, prepared for when the phone was picked up.. Half hoping that her older brother would be on the other end, half hoping she could avoid the whole situation altogether by finding that nobody was home..
Riv sighs tersely as he's the only one left in the house, forced to go all the way downstairs to pick up the damned phone. His irritation is clear when he answers. "Yeah, what?"
Pausing at the sound of Rivener's voice. Vyn noted that he sounded annoyed already and when she spoke it was clear that she was anxious. Perhaps some of her croaky voice even gave away how she had sobbed to Ethan.. "Hello... Rivener.. It's Vyn."
There was a moment of silence as Rivener blinked. Never before had Vyn called! She wasn't the chatty type... "Uh. Hi." The Sigel was suddenly anxious as well, recalling how they'd left last time...
Not sure what to make of Rivener's short response the shadow frei looked to Ethan nearby who nodded with encouragement. She had to apologise and make amends. A few crude words and a misunderstanding weren't big enough to ruin her good relationship with the scorpion. "I've phoned... to... to say sorry.." A lump formed in her throat as she recalled the dreadful feeling she had been left with after they had last met.
Rivener's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and a similar knot formed in his throat. "Ah... Really? Well, I-... I'm uh. S-sorry, it's just unexpected. I'm sorry too... I shouldn't have spoken to you like that." The Scorpion blushed profusely, ashamed of his rudeness and his stupid sissy tears
The rose is also fairly choked up and a tear or two roll down her cheeks. She couldn't stop the guilty emotions from seeping out. "It was wrong of me to make excuses for Thorn..." She sniffed heavily, rubbing her face and muffling the phone a bit. "Is Beau ok now?"
Aww, Rivener's heart twinged. He could hear her sniffling and he hated it, she was too far for him to be able to reassure! Still, they were mending things now and the tears wouldn't last very long. He smiled sheepishly. "Beau's okay. He was in shock for a few days and wouldn't sing... But lately he's hummed a few bars. ...Don't be sad, okay?"
Vyn was glad that Rivener seemed to be accepting her apology and her little muffled sobs blossomed into choked hiccups of happiness. "I'm so glad... I couldn't..." She formed her words better after pausing a moment to collect her thoughts and emotions. "I would feel so bad if he was hurt badly."
"Well, you don't need to feel bad, Vyn. Everything's okay now, Beau's fine and... Uhm, I'm really really glad you called. I'm glad we're good again. ...We are, right?"
"Yes... Thank you." She paused, realising that she didn't say it last time they met. "Merry Christmas Rivener."
Riv chuckled breathlessly, feeling relief flood over him. "Merry Christmas to you too, Vyn. We should go somewhere together to really celebrate, no pets this time. Okay? Think about where you'd like to go, and then let me know what you decide. It'll be my treat, as a gift, ok?"
Smiling through watery eyes Vyn nodded despite the fact that Rivener wouldn’t see her. “Yes, that’d be wondrous... Thank you.” Hesitating she sighed happily, a great weight off her chest. “Bye Rivener.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:22 am
It will never rain roses:
when we want to have more
roses we must plant more trees.
(George Eliot quotes )| [ORP] | Open | Auld Lang Syne - New Year's Party. | link |MOOD: Upbeat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:24 am
Won't you come into the garden?
I would like my roses to see you.
(Richard B Sheridan)MOOD: Optimistic. MOOD: Content. A soft moan escaped from beneath the covers as the door to the door inched open and a soft pattering of feet could be heard as the newcomer to the room made his way across the plush carpet. There was a short pause filled with silence as the being traversing the room came to the end of the bed, but then there was a muffled thump and a further protest from the girl dozing underneath the duvet. Unaffected by this the bed invader moved up the length of the bed, ignoring the light disturbance under the sheets and manoeuvring himself onto the pillow so that he could stick his squat black phizog against his mistresses own face.
At first the raevan continued to ignore the dog’s pleas for attention. Shuffling about around her head wasn’t going to rouse her – she had been up late last night feeding and in a strange state of excitement – thus he would’ve have to increase the level of his disturbance if he desired Vyn to wake up properly. To achieve this he used his already face to face positioning and began snuffling heavily, exploring the contours of her face with his snub moist nose. The frei began to stir, her moans now forming words of agitation – “stop, no, leave me-“ However, the pup would not listen, firstly because of his lack of detailed comprehension to the human language but secondly because whatever protests she was displaying one fact was true; she wasn’t getting up! Because of that he opened his small pink mouth and began furiously licking the girl’s face making sure that every sleepy inch was coated in a nice doggy layer of saliva.
“Thorn leave me al-osuogh!” The rose sat up, knocking the invasive pet backwards out of range of her face and sticking out her tongue is disgust. “Bad boy!” Her hands moved up to her mouth, touching the areas he coated and wiping them, whilst doing this her nose crinkled due to the mixture of freshly eaten dog food, recently chewed play toy and the constant doggy-gob aroma. Thorn did not seem overly bothered by Vyn displeasure at his actions and was sitting on her ‘lap’. His stubby tail wagged and his tongue lolled with criminal cockiness – ordering the torso to leave her bed and do as he desired otherwise it would launch another assault on her face.
Fortunately Vyn seemed to be complying with the little creature’s demands and the threatening tongue withdrew back into his mouth as she pushed back the covered and slipped out of her bed. She was wearing a long black tee-shirt that would’ve fallen down to the knees of a human but sat comfortably on her ribbon – providing all the relaxed comfort that the rose required for her sleep. Of course, the pyjamas weren’t necessarily required as she had irremovable clothing to give her all the privacy she required, however since her taste for fashion and clothing had developed so had the want to dress appropriately and differently for all occasions; even sleep.
Running a hand through a knotty wine red tress Vyn floated across the room. Today was the 24th January. Her birthday... She was four years old. She frowned, as she tugged with determination at one particularly stubborn tangle. Just like last year when she had experienced a birthday with Ethan she felt little difference, the new figure that she could proclaim as her age would not change her in the slightest yet unlike last year a crackle of excitement was present. An optimism had taken root in the shade and now, after a tough year of growing it could bloom in the fresh air of a new age.
Affixing a smile upon her face she stooped, picked up Thorn who had been trotting by the base of her vortexual ribbon. The dog wiggled into a comfortable position in her bosom and looked towards the door left ajar by his entrance. No doubt Ethan had prepared a gift for her and the rose couldn’t help but ponder what the man had purchased. Last year she had requested the j-rock concert, but this year she had very few desires besides enjoying more time with the friends that she had developed...
Ethan was waiting in the lounge for his daughter. He had been the one who had allowed Thorn to disturb Vyn’s rest by opening the door slightly. He had been rather generous though, allowing the frei to sleep until mid-afternoon; she had after all been up most of the night and if she required the recuperation time he wouldn’t be the one to deny her of it. Just like last year he hadn’t arranged any sort of party or grand celebration for Vyn. He could have done, the rose had plenty of friends and acquaintances within the raevan community now, however the businessman felt that if the rose desired to do something like that she would’ve approached him already about it and anyway, he would enjoy the quiet occasion in her company with just the three of them: Vyn, him and Thorn.
He beamed when Vyn finally emerged carrying Thorn and she reciprocated his expression though in a characteristically milder form. “Vyn. Good morning – well, afternoon. Did you sleep well?”
The raevan drifted towards her adopted father, wings flicking delicately through neat cuts in her bed clothes, guiding her towards the leather bodied seat opposite her father. “Yes thank you.” She intoned, gaze lingering on the glass coffee table between them. Over the past year of guardianship it had become the traditional place where Ethan would place his gifts ready for her to take them... There was however very little there this year in comparison to last year’s neatly wrapped gifts – not that she was disappointed... Rather the solitary plainly dressed card placed there instead made her curious.
A silence, comfortable with a slight hint of expectant excitement, hung between them for a few seconds after Vyn’s response to his query, but before it could develop into awkwardness Ethan broke it with a light cough – clearing his voice for speech. “I won’t beat around the bush...” He picked up the envelope addressed in his neat writing to Vyn. “Happy Birthday.”
Bowing her head appreciatively and murmuring her thanks she accepted the envelope. It was made of expensive heavy paper and opened it, sliding one of her slender black nailed fingers beneath the lip of the fold and cleanly extracting the contents. What she found in her hands was a card black in colouration with a red haze of patterning on it. Amongst the delicate thrills of crimson and rouge were letters, tiny Japanese figures that, as Vyn mentally translated, spelt her name and her father’s deepest affections towards her on her fourth anniversary of life? Titling her head up, Vyn met the grey of her father’s eyes. “Thank you.”
Waving a hand in acceptance he pointed to the cards still unopened in her hands Ethan gently prompted her to open it...
Nodding with a perplexed look on her face she did so.
Inside were two tickets. For a moment she assumed Ethan had repeated his gift from the previous year.. A concert? A second chance to enjoy her favourite music live? She was unsure how to react to such a gift – after all, last year she had received a black eye and had been scared half to death by the frenzied moshers... But upon inspection the tickets were revealed not to be for a mere trip to a venue to see musicians. No. They were plane tickets.
“Japan.” Ethan stated.
Vyn’s mouth opened, her petite lips revealing first her shock and then they arced upwards to become an ecstatic display of pleasure. Without speaking, for words couldn’t express her glee, the rose rocketed forwards bundling Thorn and Ethan into a hug. Ethan because he had given her such an amazing present and Thorn because he had woken her up to receive it!
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 11:25 am
--RAEVAN PROGRESS REPORT--
NAME: Ethan Blake
RAEVAN NAME: Vyn
FEL ESSENCE: Living Shadow
SOUL: Wild Rose
CURRENT STAGE: Frei
AGE:
[ ] a month or less
[ ] 1 month - 3 months
[ ] 3 months - 6 months
[ ] 6 months - 1 year
[ ] 1 year - 2 years
[x] 2 years or more
REPORT:
With over a year passed since Vyn came into my care I believe it is a good time for me to submit a report to you to update you on the progress that Vyn has made under my care.
When Vyn first came into my life she was a rather introverted young woman and I couldn’t help but feel that she was not best pleased with the change in guardianship. Several times I found her looking at me with distaste and the first few weeks of her living in my company she barely spoke a friendly word to me – admittedly this was very awkward. However, I persevered, provided her with gifts that I hoped would prove to her that I was there to support her needs. It was not until she encountered Rivener that she really began to open up to me and approach me for a specific request. This came in the form of an evening out to a Japanese rock concert. Of course I happily obliged and even purchased an extra ticket so that Rivener could accompany her.
Between her interaction with Rivener and the concert I tried to pry Vyn from her shadowy existence somewhat... She was rather resilient to the concept of socialising at first but did make a few select friends – most notably the gentlemanly Xiu (still newborn at that point), Melisande, who purchased Vyn’s black pug, Thorn, for her and confident Lucia who introduced Vyn to the world of fashion. She was still a social recluse of sorts but progress was being made.
The concert itself did not turn out to be a particularly successful event in the short term (though in the long term I believe it was highly beneficial to our bond) as trouble occurred between Vyn, Rivener and a ‘mosher’. Vyn was hurt by the youth’s reckless dancing and that triggered a powerful response. Vyn produced thorny vines from the shadows around the club and these cocooned her, protecting her from the violent dancers but distressing her at the same time as she did not understand what was happening and the lack of control over her abilities most definitely frightened her. Of course, I stepped in as soon as possible and removed the raevan pair from the venue as quickly as possible to avoid further distress and disorder as Rivener had stung a man in Vyn’s defence.
After the concert Vyn went through a short period of depression, preferring not to go out or socialise because firstly she was afraid of being hurt again and secondly because of the shame of her black eye inflicted by the mosher. However, as the bruise faded she showed signs of happiness and our relationship was most definitely on the up as a form of respect between us had developed since the stresses of the concert. Unfortunately before this positive spell could reach full bloom Vyn took a very serious knock.
As you are fully aware on April 27th the raevan Gage died... I never met this frei, however Vyn had always expressed strong admiration for him. I had arranged a meal for the Delerans around that time and unfortunately Rivener, Eirdirsceol, Isikoro and Aphismet were all present when I was informed of this. Feeling that our party should be adjourned I announced the bad news and all the raevans reacted badly. Following the party Vyn went about a week without feeding and was highly depressed, barely speaking a word and remaining in her room crying most of the time. I endeavoured to offer my help but it appeared that she was rejecting my offers. In the end her powers kicked in and in a bizarre self-defence mechanism the shadowy thorns returned very nearly injuring me and the rose frei. After that incident with Alex’s advice I was able to nurse Vyn back into a healthy mental and physical state.
A similar return to normality to the aftermath of the concert occurred though fortunately it was much quicker and further meetings with other raevans improved social bonds that Vyn had. Our time together was no longer similar to the awkward silence that had been ever present at the start of my guardianship. This pleasant state continued for several months until a dramatic event rippled through the raevan community.
The virus outbreak effected Vyn fairly badly. She exhibited a range of symptoms (Aches and pains in joints / Increased temperature /Slight physical alterations - petals on cheeks and thick rose musk /Slight aggression / Delusional /Desire to be wild / Heightened emotions towards other raevans (Passion - Prajna ; Aggression - LuLu) / Inability to control powers / Complete loss of human comprehension) all of which were not serious in their own right but together produced a dangerous situation. After you developed a cure and it was administered to Vyn in December she has returned to her normal state and has been progressing normally.
She had her fourth birthday recently for which I bought her tickets to Japan. I will be accompanying her on this journey and it will mainly consist of sightseeing and experiencing the culture so that she can gain some true practice of her speaking in the foreign language. I have looked into gaining a visa and passport for her and besides lots of paperwork (some of which may need to be referred to you) there seems to be little problem there.
That concludes my report. I hope that it has been beneficial to your records. I aim to continue aiding Vyn’s progress and any feedback or comments that you wish to share would be greatly appreciated.
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:
When is the last time you took your Raevan in for a physical? Never. Scheduling one at some point would be brilliant.
What concerns, if any, are you addressing with this report? Check all that apply:
[ ] Learning or problems learning
[ ] Feeding Habits
[ ] Interactions with others
[x] Manifested abilities
[ ] General behavior / changes in behavior
[ ] Changes in physical appearance
[ ] Other - please specify:
Please detail your concerns, if possible: This is not a major problem in Vyn’s current condition as she appears stable and happy... However it better that it is raised now than it becomes a problem later on down the line. In the past when Vyn’s powers have emerged they have manifested in rather uncontrollable and even dangerous ways. For example during the concert on the 14th March 2009 Vyn’s shadow cocoon state not only caused distress to her but injured various concert goers around her because the tendrils encasing her were heavily barbed with thorns. Similarly after Gage’s death when he powers kicked up then they were potently spiked and she had very little or no control over them. To reduce the chance of injury to both myself, others and Vyn in the future it would be beneficial if you could offer advice to her in regards to her abilities. How to go about this is unknown to me as I cannot claim to have any experience in the occult or arcane.. But perhaps a simple word of advice from an older more experienced raevan would suffice, or even lessons in managing her abilities so that she can tap them outside of life threatening situations and be able to control them proficiently when they do appear. As I said, this is not an urgent request for aid – but some sort of helpful response would be much appreciated. Thank you in advance.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 10:25 am
The best plants took the most blood, sweat and tears to grow.
(Luke Richmond)| [PRP] | Open | Shadows cast by the fire. | link |MOOD: Slightly nervous. MOOD: Enthusiastic.
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2010 3:04 pm
Quote, quote, quote.
(???)MOOD: Responsible. MOOD: Indifferent. The little black dog had proven to be a nuisance the past few weeks. Pawing constantly at his owner’s heels (or ribbon), being noisy in the night, even breaking his house training from time to time and leaving wet patches on the floor... Ethan was beginning to get frustrated by the yellowing patches cropping up and even Vyn’s patience was wearing thin as the dog woke her up in the middle of night demanding attention. When the rose thought about it... The dog had always been a bit of an effort to keep well trained and under control but perhaps it had been the dramatic events with Rivener that had enlightened her of the severity of her puppy’s misbehaviour.
Thorn’s bad behaviour was one of the two reasons that he was now being carried in Vyn’s arms to the vet right now. A professional animal carer could probably suggest methods of improving the pug’s response to his owner’s commands – the term “sit” was a relative mystery to Thorn – plus, as Ethan had knowledgeably noted, Thorn had never had a medical check-up and it was probably about time that he was sorted out.
Vyn had Ethan along with her to help with the form filling and monetary side of the vet’s practice however she wanted to do everything else herself. Thorn was her pet and just as she had taken on the responsibility of walking him and going out to buy his food she would now aid in his medical needs. Excreting a faint aura of confidence she entered the vet’s and floated to the desk, her dark eyes flickering over the signs and quickly clocking what she should do.
Just like in the human doctor’s buildings there was a reception behind which sat a teenage girl, clicking furiously at her computer and inputting the details of some files spread across the desk in front of her. A door to the left of the desk was marked as the waiting room and all in all if it wasn’t for the advertisements for various pet foods and services the establishment would’ve been a twin to the dentist surgery where she had bumped into Sevilin. Covering the last distance between the door and the woman she tucked Thorn firmly under one arm and tapped the desk with her free hand to attract the receptionist’s attention away from her data on the computer.
“Hello... I booked an appointment for Thorn.” She had practised the words in her head first and they were said without the usual nervous or antisocial demeanour that Vyn often slipped into when speaking to strangers of the human variety. When the raevan had the woman’s attention there was a brief exchange of words between them and Vyn was directed to the waiting room with some forms to sign about Thorn; just as she had expected the process was like the dentist. Ethan followed, hands in trouser pockets and a placid expression on his face he would fill out the forms for the rose when they sat down.
Inside the waiting room there were two other couples whiling away the time until they were called up for an appointment; a sickly looking teenage boy and what Vyn assumed to be his girlfriend locking tongues whilst a tortoise with a heavily bandaged shell lounged on the chair next to them and a mother and son peering into a wire-frame cage where a hamster flipped with acrobatic skill along the roof. Vyn floated to sit next to the hamster bearing parent and child, placing her back towards the face wrestlers and petting Thorn in her arms.
Although the raevan drew comparisons between the vet’s practice and the dentist’s Ethan was not of the same mindset. This establishment was nowhere near as classy. The reception can been good enough but the waiting room was a little run down; there were chips in the paint, the two teens were unpleasant, the chairs were battered and worn and there was a musty aroma in the air that hinted at one too many puppies that couldn’t quite control their bladder. Sighing he decided not to rain on Vyn’s parade. She seemed content and was stroking Thorn peacefully whilst she waited – this was her chance to act as the one with the responsibility... He would just sign the papers and blank out the vulgar slurping noises coming from the tortoise owners.
Fortunately the nurse who came into the waiting room a few minutes later called the snogging couple into the examination room and Ethan was sparred listening to them as he scribbled Thorn’s details onto the forms... However, it wasn’t long after that that it was Vyn and Thorn’s turn to get up so – mid explanation on how Thorn was purchased – Ethan had to follow, to keep an eye on his ward at the very least and bail her out if the vet’s questions got a bit complicated for her still relatively limited adult social skills.
Inside the examination room Vyn was greeted by a rather ugly man wearing glasses with impossibly thick lenses and a haircut that looked as through a bowl had been plonked on his head and cut around. Ethan sat quietly on a stool to complete the paperwork and left her to do the talking... However the vet approached her with a peculiar look in her eyes that made her pause before speaking. Her momentary hesitation was filled swiftly by the man glancing down at her lack of lower body, remarking, “Well... Thorn is it...?” Vyn nodded, rune flaring edgily, her confidence seeping away as his huge owl eyes lingered on all of her inhuman features. What did he think of her?
“Let’s... get started then.” He glanced at Ethan briefly; the businessman was absorbed in the form filling. “Dental check first...” Vyn frowned. He was looking right at her as he spoke in a way that seemed to imply that he was examining her rather than the dog in her arms. Was that how it worked? That certainly hadn’t been the impression she had gained off of what Ethan had told her of vets. This was meant to be for Thorn. Then again... The man must know his job so slowly and hesitantly she opened her mouth.
When he had completed the forms Ethan finally raised his bespectacled gaze from the paper to the actions going on in the room. He has assumed that the vet’s muttered orders had been directed at the rose’s pet.. “Open your mouth”, “let me see your ears” and most recently he had been muttering about how his stethoscope might be a little chilly. Needless to say when he saw the nerdy looking fellow’s hands pressed to the ample bosom of his daughter pure outrage exploded across his features.
“What on earth are you doing?!” He exclaimed, getting to his feet and brandishing the wad of papers at the man. Before he could get an answer in the man was separated from the humanoid – whom he had assumed to be Thorn because of her rose features – by a fuming Ethan. “I uh – Thorn.. I thought she was here for a check-up!” he meekly responded, his hands flailing in non-specific gestures, his rather spotty face reddening deeply. Ethan couldn’t believe that... Vyn was near enough human – surely the man could see that. The vet was specialised in animals, like the bloody pug tucked into her arms... Hadn’t he seen that?! What kind of pet did he think people kept!? His fuming words were tumbling out now and the man looked positively horrified...
A touch on his shoulder, soft yet firm, was the only thing that stopped the stream of condemnation. “Let’s just go somewhere else...” Murmured Vyn, her eyes wincing as the vet was brought to near tears by her adopted father’s rant.
Huffing heavily and linking arms defensively with the frei Ethan conceded, though he guided his ward the long way round to reach the exit, giving the unfortunate man a contemptuous glare the whole time. Hopefully the next place they tried wouldn’t employ anyone as idiotic...
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 6:26 am
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(???)| [PRP] | Closed | Check Up and Chatting. | link |MOOD: Focused. MOOD: Observant.
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