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 Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 1:43 pm
"Not to far huh... To the showers? Is that wet enough for you?" His voice had also taken on a husk as he smirked down to her, and before she could answer, he scooped her up, threw her lightly over his shoulder, and headed upstairs to where he guessed the shower was.
On the way up, he turned his head slightly and began to press kisses to her bare side, the only flesh he could currently reach.
Adrian was excited, it was showertime!
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:02 pm
Aurora speaked, and wrigglde a little on his shoulder. She was ticklish, after all, and kisses on her side only made her giggle and wriggle more. But it felt good, and that was what mattered. Right now, that was all that mattered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:16 pm
Aurora needs help.
Aurora dismounted from the horse as they reached the stables near Neith's house, looking a bit tired and sad. Again. She was sore again, and it wasn't from the horse riding. Adrian, Adrian whom Aurora couldn't resist... and when she wanted to, couldn't physically resist. Besides, he knew how to do things to make her want him, and it was driving Aurora mad.
She even wanted to go back to the house, where she'd left him. He still lingered in Aurora's mind, and it was annoying her even more.
"Aurora!" Neith called, making Aurora and Star jump. She rushed over, taking Star's bridle and leading him to the stables. "Thank GOD. You need to get into the house straight away... we're going out, and leaving Kia alone. We thought she'd be all right, but she's in a mood tonight, I want you to stay with her. Go! I'll take care of Star."
In that one minute, Aurora only heard 'Going out, Kia, mood, take care' before she was pushed in the direction of the house. That didn't sound too good. But it sounded better than angsting, and Aurora had wanted to get Kia's opinion on everything that'd happened.
She made her way indoors, and up to Kia's bedroom. Aurora flopped onto the bed beside Kia, reaching out to snatch a few of the potato chips and pieces of chocolate as she eyed the movie Kia was watching.
"Hey!" Kia protested, trying to slap Aurora's hand away. "I'm pregnant! That's mine!"
Aurora didn't answer, just clung to the food she'd managed to get and cuddled up to one side of Kia. That 'big sister' feeling between them made Aurora pretty comfortable, so she replied with, "I'm sad, so it's mine too."
"Sad? You can tell me why, I won't tell anyone." Kia tugged Aurora over, and gave her pieces of chocolates. She now felt maternal, and chocolate would make Aurora all better.
"Good, because I'll kick your a** if you do." Aurora muttered, and procided to spill everything. Once Aurora had started, she found herself unable to stop till it was all out, telling Kia everything that she'd kept to herself. The boys she'd had crushes on, the first kiss with Ura, then the arrival of Adrian and how she'd thought it was love, and then the talk with Ura and the bad events that followed...
By the time she was finished, her face was covered in tears and she was red and puffy. It'd taken Aurora half an hour to manage to finish, and she ended up telling Kia, "And now I just want to go to Greece and get stronger in my mind and body... can you get some money off Neith?"
"You can go with Oka!" Kia replied, perking up a bit. She'd brightened up at the idea of Nyoka and Aurora, as friends. She'd been shocked a bit that Aurora had had sex. She was... well, it was Rora!
"Huh?"
"Go with Oka! She is strong, and she would make you fit, and she could take you anywhere in the world for free. She's magical."
"Kia..."
Kia put another piece of chocolate in Aurora's mouth, and told the younger teen, "No, because you are going to ask Oka, if I have to ask her for you myself. When she visits next, I'll ask."
"But I don't KNOW her!" Aurora protested, but a bit weakly. She really was tired, after spilling everything to Kia, and arguing wasn't something that Aurora felt up to at that time. "Fine, whatever. Do you need anything?"
"A strawberry milkshake, and then we can talk more."
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:18 pm
-RESERVED FOR NYOKA/RORA/KIA RP-
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 7:19 pm
She was packed, but not too heavily. Aurora hadn't even bothered with too many clothes, that part of it just didn't seem to matter. She'd written a short letter to Adrian, and was going to post it before she left. THat would make things easier, and she wasn't sure if he'd like the fact that she was going for ... could be months, for all Aurora knew. Quote: Adrian, I'm off to tropical waters for a while. Things here arn't ... I've got some things to do, and some people I don't want to see. Those people don't know I'm gone... they suck, like I said, and I don't want them to know. I doubt they'd care anyway.... or if they do, they'll only care for ten seconds and then they'll change their mind. Then they'll change their mind again, so they can be angry. Don't think you're one of them, I decided before you came. And that was the best goodbye of my life. Aurora. Aurora slipped the letter to him in the mailbox, then went back to the house to get herself better prepared for what she was about to do. -TBC-
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 4:47 am
Reserved
Aurora pops in to see Zanna before heading for the meeting place.
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2005 4:54 am
Aurora arrives in Greece.
Nyoka had recieve word. So, she is now at the meeting place, with a pushing-six-foot-tall Amazon. She's a feirce looking woman, bulkier in muscle than Nyoka. Her skin is olive, and her wild, curls, are the same deep, cold black of her eyes. She is riddled with scares, though they are thin and a hair darker than her skin. But, across her left cheek is a deep, dark, jagged scar, that runs the length from the outer corner of her eye to just at the corner of her lips.
She's wearing armor, and a sort of toga made of fur under it, complete with brown leather sandals that criss-cross up her calves to her knees.
"Are you sure about this, highness?" Iphigenia asks in Greek, looking down at Nyoka.
"I told her I would, I can't go back on that," Nyoka replies in the same language. "Just. . . . don't laugh when you see the girl." She looks up at Iphigenia, who is looking at her in confusion. "I don't think I have ever seen you laugh, so I don't think I need to worry. . . ." she says, smiling slightly.
Iphigenia still looks a little confused.
Aurora was nervous, very nervous. It wasn't that she regreated it, she was still glad she was accepted by Nyoka. But it was that she was about to go and live a life competely different to her own, and she wasn't sure what she was even supposed to bring! Rora hadn't packed what she might normally, there wasn't a single trace of makeup or hair products, and she'd dressed pretty normal and ignored the current fashions- both things Aurora usually didn't do, unless she was around family or close friends.
She was close to the meeting place when she saw Nyoka and a HUGE woman. She wasn't overweight, not that type of huge, but compared to Aurora's smaller thinner frame, this Amazon towered over her. She was pretty scary to Aurora, this amazing woman who looked like she could tap someone and knock them over. But Aurora was stubborn, and there was no way she'd back out now. So she made her way right up to them and called, "Hello!"
Nyoka is looking normal, as is her tradition when she thinks she will be around more . . . well, human-looking people. Save, for her pointed ears. She's grown fond of the special formula she made on Shina's request. Well, that, and she misses her sister.
She shakes her head a little, brought from her thoughts by the greeting called to them. "That's Aurora," she tells Iphigenia. still speaking Greek.
Iphigenia looks at her, and then gives Nyoka a "You've got to be kidding me" look. When Nyoka shakes her head, Iphigenia mentally shrugs.
"Hello," Nyoka calls. She waits until Aurora is closer before saying, "Aurora, this is Iphigenia. She's the one who will mostly be supervising your progress. She is going to be giving me reports at the end of each day, if I cannot make it to your training sessions."
Iphigenia nods a little to Aurora.
The look shared was missed by Aurora, she'd looked back at her feet for a few moments in a moment of sudden shyness. Rora wasn't normally shy, but right now it seemed to be a new thing that was creeping up in Aurora to strike at the worst possible moment.
Aurora didn't stare much at Nyoka, but she couldn't help but stare for a few moments at Iphigenia, now that she was close enough to see the many faint scars and the obvious darker scar on the woman's face.
She snapped out of it, nodding back with a small smile. "Hi, Iphigenia."
Looking back at Nyoka, Aurora asked them both, "Should I speak Greek or English?"
"Aurora," is Iphigenia's reply.
Nyoka gives Aurora the faintest of smiles. "When around Iphigenia, Anemone, whom you will meet later, and myself, either is fine. Everyone else speeks Greek. They rarely leave the city," she says. "Alright, now that all of the pleasantries have seemed to be dispensed, hold on to what you are taking with you, Aurora, and take my hand," she says, holding one of them out. The other she places on Iphigenia's forearm.
"All right... it'll be kind of nice to be around people who can speak Greek as well." That weren't Adrian, Aurora added to herself, but she didn't voice it. Rora did, though, make a mental note to kick him for being in her head so much when she got back.
She grasped onto the bag that was on her shoulder tighter, unsure of what to expect when she did take Nyoka's hand. Aurora reached out and grasped the hand tightly, a little bit nervous about this part.
What exactly had Kia meant about Nyoka being able to go anywhere in the world, anyway?
The three women blink out of the area. In a matter of seconds, they arrive in the entrance hall of the lavish, white marble palace. Nyoka attempts topry her hand out of Aurora's as gently as possible, as her other hand drops away from Iphigenia's arm.
"Welcome to . . . your temporary home. . . ." Nyoka says, smiling faintly again.
"I'll get Anemone," Iphigenia says, turning on her heel and walking briskly down the hall and up the long staircase leading to a split case, and soon disappears.
"Uhm, when Anemone gets here, she'll lead us to your quarters," Nyoka starts. "And you can settle in before lunch, and then your tour of the city. We are going to try and get you fitted in armor, and take you to the healers, just so you know where it is. . . ." her voice trails off.
The lack of lightening, or fast winds, or disorientating speed did surprise Aurora a tiny bit. But once they'd reappeared in the palace, Aurora stared around, forgetting completely that she was holding onto Nyoka's hand as she let her eyes drift over the beautiful hall. Eventually she remembered, but by then her hand was already hanging limply beside her side.
Aurora let Nyoka talk, everything sinking in. Armor, not so surprising. It did make Aurora wonder though, what type of armor. The healers though... why on earth would she need to know where the healers were?!
Maybe it wasn't a good question to ask, just a good idea to pay attention in case Aurora did need to know. "All right. But, why know where the healers were?" Aurora then inwardly groaned. Mind do one thing, mouth do the other. Typical.
Nyoka makes a kind of 'heh' sound. When she sees that Aurora might not be joking, she ask, "You didn't think you would be training with wooden swords, or sticks in place of spears. . . . did you?" she asks. "You're not only going to be fitted for armor," if there is anything in your size, she thinks, "But you are also getting weapons. . . ."
"Of course... I did know that." Aurora blinked. Well, that should have been obvious enough, weapons plus training would probably mean something like that.
Besides, that bigger woman didn't get the scars from ribbon cuts doing maypole dances or something. "I didn't think I would be, I just didn't connect the two."
Nyoka nods, and then looks up when she hears a pair of sandaled feet coming down the hall. Anemone is a much less imposing figure than Iphigenia. Indeed, she is muscled more like Nyoka is, just well-toned, and she is in a shimmering white toga-fashioned dress, the color complimenting her olive skin well. Her brown curls are pulled back away from her face and held in place with gold, leaf-styled pins on either side of her head.
"Ah, Aurora," Nyoka says as Anemone bows to her. Nyoka is a little uncomfortable now, even though she is used to it. She doesn't like the idea of them bowing in front of someone completely new to the palace. It isn't very logical, she supposes, but there it is. "This is Anemone, my right hand, among other things."
"Welcome, Aurora," Anemone says, smiling welcoming to the girl. She looks at Nyoka with her sky blue eyes and asks, "Shall I lead the way, majesty?"
Nyoka looks at Aurora, waiting for her to reply to the question. See if she is ready to go just yet. It can be a bit overwhelming, coming to a totally different place than you are used to.
Aurora followed Nyoka's eyes down the hall, almost expecting another tall scarred woman with amazing muscles. She relaxed a bit at the sight of someone more what she was used to, and dressed in a way that Aurora liked.
She watched the woman bow to Nyoka, not sure if she should smile or be serious. She stuck with serious, it was probably a better move at the moment, till she knew what was what.
Rora smiled her welcome back, and then glanced at Nyoka. She nodded slightly, swallowing down a huge nervous lump. Now was just a good a time as any, Aurora decided.
"Follow me, then," Anemone says. She leads the way up the staircase.
Down a winding hallway, toward Nyoka little wing. Anemone thought is best she was placed in a room close to someone more familiar. One the way down the hall, the amethyst-encrusted door is throws open. Out bounds a pink hound, whose coat glistens green in the light and has long purple hair and a gold and amethist circlet on her head. Right behind her is a snowy white owl girl, who is wearing a white gold circlet with amethysts, a black toga-like dress, little sandals on her feet, and whose purple hair is curles and put up with white gold leaf-like pins, close to the fashion that Anemone is displaying.
"Mummy!" Ernia cries, jumping and flapping her small, feathered wings. Nyoka sweeps her up and the usually mean-spirited girl hugs her tightly.
"Hello, princess," Nyoka smiles. "Aurora, this is Ernia," she says, sort of as an afterthought. She shifts the infant girl to her hip so that Ernia can look at Aurora better.
And she does, her large amber eyes seeming to probe into Aurora. "Who is she?" she asks.
"I just said, Ernia," Nyoka says. "Aurora. She's staying with us a bit. You can come with us to her room."
Ernia nods, looking away from the girl as Nyoka starts following Anemone again.
Aurora followed, trying to not stare at the palace as she went. It was so hard though, so hard to not find herself admiring it and thinking about things that others might have found stupid. Who'd lived there before, when was it built, where was it built...
She jumped when a pink hound came out, Aurora hadn't been expecting to see that, but she saw the girl dressed like a little princess and decided that it had to be the Ernia that Nyoka had spoken about.
After a few moments, Aurora decided that seeing as the girl was dressed as one, and addressed as one, she may as well call her a princess. She didn't want to start off in this place already with a fight. "Hello, Princess Ernia."
She started to walk again, on the other side of Nyoka, going back to admiring the palace, and being secretly amazed by the little richly dressed girl. They were all so prettily dressed here, so far.
Ernia seems satisfied, for now, with Aurora. She certainly knows her place. . . . Miranda, the pink hound, is following behind, her rare burst of speed and energy seeming to have cooled, and her movements are now lazy.
"Here we are," Anemone says. She opens a much plainer door than the one leading to Ernia's room, but with the same intricate carvings in it of grapes and vines. The room is decidedly less lavish than Ernia's as well. Just plan marble walls, the usuall large canopy bed carved right into the marble floor, with white dressings and curtains, and gold-trimmed pillow cases. Everything is epty; the marble bookcases, the closet, and, one assumes, the chest of drawers.
"It's not much, but we thought it best that you do the decorating," Nyoka explains. "We'll leave you to it, then. I'll be in Ernia's room, talking with her intructor, when you are ready for lunch."
Aurora gazed into the room, quite happy with it, even if it was plain in appearance. There was something familiar and comforting about the design, and it gave her just as much a feeling of home as her own room did back in Gaia. "It's perfect."
She gave Nyoka a big smile, to show that she was serious, and made her way in a little more slowly, dropping the bag onto the marble floor. "All right, I'll come by when I've unpacked everything."
-Unpacking, in the slow 'I'll do it later' Neithie way! :O-
After Aurora was done and satisfied, she pushed the doors open and closed them behind her, making her way in the direction of the sparkly purple door. It wasn't exactly easy to knock, but Aurora managed it and called, "Hello?" at the same time, as she slowly pushed the door open.
"Don't touch anything!" Ernia cries, running to the door and opening it. "In. Now. Hands at sides, stay still."
"Ernia," Nyoka says, in a warning tone as she stands from the bed. She has dressed in the same type of dresses as Anemone and Ernia, save her hair is, as always, up in the high pony tail with no accesories, and her dress is an emerald green, with a gold key design cut from fabric and sewn along the edge of the fabric.
Ernia looks at Nyoka. "I was warning her," she says, as though she did nothing wrong.
"Fine, she is warned. Go wash your hands, and meet us at the dinner table," Nyoka says, walking over to Aurora. "And please be on your best behavior this time."
"Yes, mummy," Ernia says, hurrying to her bathroom.
"No meat for lunch today," Nyoka smiles. "Greek salad. Feta cheese, olives, fresh greens. . . . It's actually good, for vegetables," she smiles a little. "Follow me again, if you please."
Aurora nodded at Ernia seriously, "Understood," but she was so tempted to grin... it was almost amusing, how terrotorial the girl was alreay. This girl would be a nightmare to be a flatmate with, unless she was as close ot that person as she was with Nyoka. Hands relaxed and by her sides, she gazed towards Nyoka and the pretty dress she was wearing now. It was liek Toga heaven!
"Good, I always loved Greek salad. I've not had cheese though for a very long time." Auroar smiled back, finding herself secretly pleased that she couldn't guilt trip herself out of eating cheese.
She followed them all to the hall, and throughout the meal Aurora's mind was on what she was eating, and where she was eating. The flavors of the salad were strong, she'd felt like she hadn't had something with this much flavor all her life. It was like splurging on something during a diet, Aurora both felt guilty and pleased. The setting, when Rora wasn't eating, she was gazing around and wondering about it again.
When Aurora's stomach had decided it was done, Aurora pushed the plate an inch or so away and peered up to see how the others were doing. She'd barely remembered they were there.
Nyoka had eaten through her salad already, and Ernia is still picking at hers.
But all the while, Nyoka was really wanting a slab of steak. Or veal. . . . cooked veal. . . . maybe roated on a spit. . . . Or bloody steak, burnt on the outside. . . .
She shakes her head and sets down her fork. "We're going out for a bit, Ernia. I think Aurora has finished. We'll be back before sundown. You had better work on your Greek, though. Princesses can't get anywhere if they don't know the language," she says, smiling at Ernia. Everyone else considers the terror a princess, and that has been Nyoka's nickname for her since she came to her, but she really isn't. Not in Nyoka's eyes. She couldn't bear to think of Ernia being the heir to the throne. . . .
"Ok, I will learn," she says. Then, in almost flawless Greek, she says, "Be back soon."
Nyoka beams before nodding at Ernia. "Alright, then." She stands, and takes a drink from a vial that was set next to her goblet. No use changing back, the skirt is far too long for her tail. . . .
Aurora stood as well, starting to feel just a tiny bit nervous again. She wasn't as muscular as most of the women she'd seen, even the one from before who was dressed nicely. Would she even be able to stand in armor? She'd heard bad things about how tough metal was to walk in, how the knights would have had to be VERY strong. But this wasn't England, Aurora reminded herself.
She did wonder at the vial, but then Aurora also wondered at Nyoka's lack of tail. She'd only just noticed, the long skirt and distraction on other things had fooled her for a while. It had to be a type of magic like the one earlier, where Nyoka's tail became legs?
She stayed quiet, waiting to see where Nyoka would go.
Nyoka nods, pokets the vial somewhere in her dress, and leeds Aurora out of the palace. "First stop, the smithy. I expect we can find something there that might fit you," she says, secretly hoping she isn't lying.
It isn't too far from the palace. But plenty of Amazons are out and about shopping. Nyoka becomes increasingly uncomfortable by the bows. Shaking her head a little, she quickens her pace, and soon ducks into a building.
An older woman, still in fantastic shape, is first to greet them. She was one of the ones whom was still alive when the Amazons cut off one breast. "Majesty, are you here to check on the progress of the weapons you requested," the woman asks, in a disarmingly girlish voice, and bowing.
"No, Janneth. I am here to suit a new girl. She's staying in the palace for a little while," Nyoka explains. "I am hoping you have something small enough, and light enough, for her.
Janneth looks behind Nyoka.
"I'm sure you could." Aurora replied, but she wasn't so sure either. Unsureness crept into her more, as she made her way out of the palace and through the many crowds of Amazons that were walking around. There couldn't be many that size, so why would a smithy make something which no one would need?
Well, she needed it. So there was always a chance.
When Nyoka quickened her pace, Aurora was caught by surprise and lost her for a new moments, and by the time she'd caught up Nyoka had finished talking and the smithy woman was looking for Aurora. Aurora stepped out from behind Aurora, glancing around the hot room as she did. "Hello."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 10:01 am
Quote: Dear Diary So, here I am in Greece. I'm ... I've got these really cool weapons, can't do much with them yet but I have them. My armor isn't really very nice, bits of strapped metal to keep them from slicing me up too much. I hope I get some FITTING armor sometime soon. But I get to live in the palace, in my own pretty room. It's nice here, a bit bare, but really nice. I love it already. Aurora.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 10:05 am
Aurora fell down onto the sunken bed with a loud moan of pain. So... sore... limbs... dead... and her stomach was currently digesting some sort of little bird meat. She hoped it wasn't a few baby chickens, killed in the tribal camps and brought to them...
She fell asleep right where she'd fallen.
Reserved for Rora/Elijah RP.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 10:06 am
A week later.
Zanna, rather tired after the night's visit and what not, flopped entirely onto the bed once she heard the door next to hers shut. She grinned, yawned lightly, and then eventually drifted off to sleep. Only this time, she seemed to actually be dreaming, a rather rare and vivid one that seemed to invoke her senses and entire body. It was quite weird.
Rora was tired of dreaming, but she knew she was going to do it. It was odd, the further away she was from others, the more she dreampt with them. At least, that was her theory, the only way Rora could explain the sudden return of falling into other's dreams.
This time, she found herself ... exactly where she was. Not quite, but it was close. Same sort of women, same attitude, even clothing that was almost the same. The city wasn't as elaborate, the area a little rougher, and most of the Amazon women or girls had only one breast. It was an odd sight, to Rora who glanced down. She still had both, thankfully.
The teen blinked as everything came into focus, her eyes taking everything in as her hand instinctively tightened around her spear. In fact, all her weapons were with her and her cast was gone, left leg good as new sans cast. Sweet.
Looking around, Zanna felt rather at home in the town she was at, except for the fact that everyone seemed to be missing a breast. Her eyes went down and she sighed in relief when she still had both of them, glance returning forward and noticing another girl who actually had both of the girls still attached. She looked rather familiar actually.
Aurora started to wander around, not raelly too distrubed by being here. She'd probably find the dreamer without any trouble, that person being either male, or still with both breasts.
She soon found the other, Zanna. Zanna didn't look pale or weak now, she looked quite comfortable. And normal...
Well, apart from that spirit sprocket circling above her head. That wasn't normal to this kind of world. Maybe Zanna had a spirit sprocket.
"...Uh, hello!" Aurora called, making her way right over to the other. "Who's above you?"
She hadn't noticed the two spirit sprockets wizzing around her until now, which had seemed to capture some attention already. Looking over at the girl, who she now noticed as Rora, Zanna raised an eyebrow but made sure to put on a rather pleasant, for Zanna at least, look. "What are you doing here... Surely you're not of these people..."
With her eyes still on the other teen, Zanna reached up and first grabbed one sprocket, pausing for a second before grabbing the second, stuffing both into a bag strapped around her waist. It seemed to come out of nowhere but still, it served it's purpose and Zanna asked no questions. Why is this girl in HER dream anyways, not like she much liked the girl as it were.
"Um, not really. At least, I don't think so. I only live in Greece, I'm not from it or anything. This is your dream, so I guess this is more suited to you than to me." Aurora glanced around, as if expecting some sort of odd Zanna-addition as she said that. "I just ... I guess I wander in dreams. It's really strange."
She watched the bag appear for Zanna, and the nthe sprockets being shoved away. Did Zanna dream about them a lot or something? She seemed to be pretty cool and collected here.
"So it is a dream... Good. Is this what you did to Elijah?" Her eyes narrowed slightly at the last comment before relaxing her face and looking around where they were trying to figure things out. "So does that mean I'm from Greece? The designs don't match up it seems..."
Her hand went to her stomach as if to look around for someone else like her, but there were none. Sighing, she gave a spin to her spear before returning it to it's previous position. "I'll just assume this has something to do with the drugs I'm on... I'm used to them by now... So lets have fun with it." Zanna paused and chuckled, closing the distance between the two and smirking lightly. "So darling Rora, why are you here in my dream... and not your own?"
"Yea, you didn't magically come here or anything." She blinked, and nodded. "Uh... I suppose he woke and remembered? Yea, but I didn't do it. I think, anyway. I don't really know how it works, I just do it when it happens. I don't even know how to get out of them."
Aurora blinked, and shrugged. Fun? ...she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of 'fun. "I'm... Not sure. Maybe I don't have a dream to dream right now."
"Ah.. Is there even a purpose to this dream? Last time I dreamed... I dreamed of my cubby, and it was so vivid, just like this one... Mean anything to you?" Might as well ask her, since she seemed to be some sort of dreamwalker of sorts.
The spirit sprockets buzzed and clanked in her pouch, they seemed to be rather angry and hurt that they had been shoved away so easily. They never got to hang around dreams and this was fun!
"...who knows, dreams don't let you know till after. Did Elijah get his tattoos, or were they just apart of the dream?" Aurora glanced around, watching Amazon women brush pass them, ignoring them. There wasn't as much odd stuff in this dream. Maybe Elijah was just strange in the head. She'd always suspected as much.
Aurora glanced back at the pouch. "I think they want out?"
"Yes he did... Very beautiful, does that mean I get to learn how to do something?" Sighing, Zanna decided to start walking with the flow of most of the woman walking around, assuming that Rora would follow her to wherever they were going.
"They'll live... Just sprockets..." Zanna shrugged and gave the sprockets a warning whap through the bag, causing a grand metallic squeal to come from them both, the two quivering from the blow. Wimpy sprockets.
Aurora followed ZAnna slowly, watching her step as she went. It wasnt' that she didnt' trust Zanna, she just didn't know what to expect. "I'm glad they came out okay. I don't know, maybe? ...do you feel like doing anything, now I mean?"
She watched the bag get hit. Rora didn't even have sprockets, so she wasnt' sure if they'd felt that or not. Probably not.
It's like she knew where she was going, even though she didn't and it felt rather strange, her eyes flickering around her as if looking for a sign or something. It was strange though, no matter how hard Zanna looked, she hadn't seen one male yet and it was comforting yet weird.
The sprockets slowly stopped quivering but didn't stop whining to be let out. It'd be so cool to look around this place, maybe if they whirled hard enough they'd escape?
Amazons ruled with a dual-queen system in which one queen was in charge of the army and battle, and the other queen stayed behind to administer the conquered cities. Amazons were known to be ferocious and merciless in battle, but once victorious they ruled with justice. Today, the labrys is a lesbian and feminist symbol of strength and self-sufficiency.
: It's like she knew where she was going, even though she didn't and it felt rather strange, her eyes flickering around her as if looking for a sign or something. It was strange though, no matter how hard Zanna looked, she hadn't seen one male yet and it was comforting yet weird.
The sprockets slowly stopped quivering but didn't stop whining to be let out. It'd be so cool to look around this place, maybe if they whirled hard enough they'd escape?
They both ended up at a palace like place, made of mudbrick that was painted a shining white. As usual, there were only females. But there was something interesting, there were two throne like places up a raised Dais. One woman sat there, soft skinned and dark haired, looking like she'd never raised a bow in her life. She looked innocent and calm, and yet there was something about her that made Aurora want to watch her step.
But the other seat... it was empty....
The walk was nice, weather was beautiful and none of the women seemed to treat her as if she were just meant to be there. Pretty damn cool to see all these strong women, and when they reached the palace, Zanna saw the woman and raised an eyebrow, holding herself up higher as her grip tightened on her spear. This girl was too calm.
The empty seat looked rather welcoming, so she gave a dismissive sideglance to the trophy looking girl and moved towards the empty seat. It was her dream and she was going to ******** be king, or queen rather, while it lasted.
Aurora was a bit nervous about Zanna's boldness to take it. It looked kind of ... important, really, and even if this was a dream, dreams were based on memories and the situations based around those memories, and could sometimes cause physical hurts to pass through realms. She was surprised to watch the women drift backwards as Zanna headed straight for that chair, competely unsurprised.
The Queen, for it was obviosu that was what she had to be, gazed calmly at Zanna with her eyes. Aurora tensed, unable to be sure if what she'd do. As sweet as she looked, there was a very sharp dagger on one side...
And then that Queen leaned over, and kissed Zanna very gently on the lips, whispering, "Welcome home."
Aurora almost fell over.
She held her ground up until the kiss, which took her rather by surprise, causing her to blink at the other woman when she herself kissed back, just as gently. It was only when they pulled apart did she sit down, even though it seemed so wrong, everything felt so right. Her hand still held onto her spear, just in case this was all for show, either way she went with her instinct and smiled to the apparent queen. "It's good to be home, what have I missed?"
Might as well milk the woman for imformation, she seemed wise enough to know some good information. Turning to Rora finally, she cocked an eyebrow and smirked, amused at the look she was giving her.
The other Queen started to talk, with very general talk. She talked of 'conquests', of cities that had gained and lost power with forign Green and Latin names, of the number of baby girls blessed to the women. The things that were most interesting though, was how when she'd say Zanna or her own name, or even soem random names of others... it never seemed to be quite heard by Zanna or Rora. The dream wasn't complete, or something was being blocked by Zanna's own mind. Something cruical.
Aurora sat down on one hard basket, and rubbed her forehead. You learnt something new, every dream.
The Queen was speaking to her, but it was like she was lost in a stereo speaker, and it was very hard to hear her, like picking up faint static on a radio even. Well ********, maybe she could get her to tell her what this place was, where even so maybe she could visit. Her mind quickly formulated a plan before Zanna smiled and waited for a pause before interjecting.
"What about her?" The 'Queen' motioned towards Rora on the floor in front of them, "What shall I tell her about this place and where it is? She's not of our blood and not welcomed here, a spy on our lands..."
The Queen stiffened a little, and for once the faintest sign of emotion, jealousy, seemed to drift through the placid exterior. But that jealosy was gone as soon as it came, and she shrugged. "Is she from Troy? Women are always welcome, unless they are servents of..." The names faded, as the Queen listed them off. Something in Zanna's mind didn't want to remember.
The dream was starting to darken around them both now, a sign that Zanna was waking.
Zanna peered around as everything began to grow dark, remembering that it was actually a dream and not real only then. Her eyes moved from the fading queen and surroundings to Rora, as if daring her to tell anyone about that kiss. "What now?"
Though the question was probably fruitless, it didn't hurt to try.
"You wake up." Aurora shrugged. "You should probably write everything down the second you wake, because dreams tend to fade into the mind again." She didn't seem too bothered by it, standing up and stretching as she yawned. The dream was about to fade out, as Aurora added, "That kiss was the most interesting part to me, anyway."
And then Aurora felt herself surface into wakefullness, the real dark of the night filling her sight.
Once Rora spoke everything faded away and her eyes slowly opened to find herself not in a palace but in her 'room', causing her to jump somewhat and look around to make sure this was what it really was. It was real.
Doing what Rora said, she grabbed her journal and began to write, not really knowing what to do about, or think about that kiss. She'd deal with that later.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 10:19 am
It was a much healthier and fitter looking teenager that relaxed under the warmth of the sun, a few weeks after the last shared dream.
Aurora hadn't changed comptetely, too early for that. But she was looking healthier, her skin was no longer pale, it wasn't taunt around her bones as it used to be. She was 'fattening up' nicely, and the hard training was making Aurora's muscles grow stronger.
Her hair was back to dark blonde, a fact that annoyed Aurora. It'd taken quite a bit of effort to dye it.
And she'd never felt an urge to be with a man, Adrian had slipped Aurora's mind, and she seemed to be happy with it all.
But it was never gone, Aurora felt the 'nymph' always. When she showered, when she walked, when she saw someone attractive, it was as if there was a presence lurking behind her eyes just watching out for the right moment. It creeped her out badly now. And Aurora blamed Adrian. Hadn't he been the one to awaken it?
One of the days though, she did almost loose control. Aurora had been walking in one of the mixed gender cities, and was accidently splashed by a bucket of water that had been directed at a wall.
A man had thrown it, a very ATTRACTIVE man.
Soaking wet, and unable to think about anything but this, this was what she needed, she didn't care about rules, Aurora started to rip his clothes off. The sun was hot that day, and by the time she'd dried off enough to gain some sense back, he was already half naked and shellshocked. Aurora stumbled backwards and rushed off as fast as she could towards the palace again.
Luckily, he didn't follow.
Aurora sat in her room, guilty and depressed. She'd promiced to never... but she didn't have any choice. When it wanted it, she wanted it. When she wanted it, Aurora had to have it. It never mattered how she'd feel afterwoods, not to the Nymph b***h... as Aurora decided to call her.
She flopped backwards, and tried to nap. Maybe that'd help.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 1:49 pm
Quote: Another night, another dream. Aurora was almost used to it now.
Almost.
This one worried her a bit more than the last though, she was dumped in a 'crows nest'. Not the bird kind, but the ship kind, right next to a raggard and wet man. He ignored her, surprise surprise. She glanced down, dressed in the same. Clothes, that really looked like they'd been out of fashion... oh, she didn't know. Three hundred YEARS?
She glanced down, winced and tried to climb down. It took Aurora a while, and by the time she was down, she had rope burns on her palms and knees. She sighed, glared at the side of the ship when it sprayed water all over her, never a good thing with the more uncontrolable side, and hurried towards the nice looking cabin. This was just a dream, so the captian wouldn't care if she went inside.
It was when Rora was inside, and looking back out that she noticed something else. THey weren't English, or French, or ... what the hell was this ship, anyway? Reminded her of a movie...
How about that, Aurora thought amused as she turned and went into the Captian's quarters. She was on a pirate ship, of all the ships ever created.
The last thing Urahara remembered was the weather report coming on. chiri had said the sake wasn't strong enough to get to him, but he figured the combination of alcohol and lack of sleep for days must have gotten to him. Now, he found himself staring out at the ocean, rocking up and down. He looked out with dull eyes, staring at the waves that found themselves smashing against the side of the boat.
-Wait.. a boat. The teen looked down at his feet, his toes wiggling upon the damnp wood below him. "huh?" He intelligently inquired about his surroundings. Odd. His head picked up, his gaze faling upon rather odd and scruffy looking men engrossed in their work. He took a few steps, looking around, curious of what the hell was going on. Was this a dream? Ura stopped and blinked .. crossing his arms and letting out a small shudder. Weirdweirdweird.
He watched in silence as the men rushed past him, not noticing him at all, especially with his out of place attire (he was still dressed in his pajama bottoms and shirt after all). "What the.." His breath fell through, not allowng him to continue on... as odd as this all was, it seemed a bit familiar.
Aurora was exploring, and havign the best time. Jewelry, everywhere, and not a pirate who cared if she picked it up and draped it on herself! This wasn't too bad!
She tugged on a belt, with one of those old strange guns, and a fancy looking jacket, and a hat with a big poofy feather. Aurora giggled, posed, and wandered outside again. Now she wouldn't get too wet.
Then she saw someone comptetely out of place.
"...Ura?" Oh, crap. "...crap." Aurora ducked back into the captian's quarters, and crawled behind a chest. This better just be a strange dream, and not end up to be HIS dream.
Woa-wha? Ura's lazy and dazed eyes hardened suddenly when he saw what he though he saw. Aurora. What the hell was she doing in his dream -if this was a dream? He frowned deeply, glare still upon the door from which she had disappeared into. With a small growl, he stalked towards the door and flung it open.
Same hard gaze, he looked around the luxiously decorated room with his hand still on the door. He looked around, trying to locate the girl. He didn't want to see her, least in a dream, least .. this soon-oh what was he kidding? He didn't want to see her period and it was worse seeing her in a dream. This would only lead to weird interpretations, if he ever got his dream interpretted by someone. Could mean he was desiring her still, which he sooo wasn't. His mind spazzed, mentally going over the finer details in paranoid fashion-
-but, if there was any other lovely traits that could have been snagged from chiri, his gaze finally fell upon all that was shiny. "Ooo~" He gasped and then grinned, wiggling his fingers like a greedy little child. So many shiny gold things. He made his way further into the room, closing the door shut behind him with a loud click. Ura looked right, looked left ... so much treasure. His grin widened, this so had to be a pirate ship.. it was the only explanation. So awesome! His hand floated at his side, gently brushing across anything that met it. He liked this dream after all.. but then he stopped in the middle of the room and his eyes hardened once again.
"Aurora..." He hissed between his teeth.
Hadn't he just tried to run last time? Aurora thought to herself irritably, as she tried to curl up in an even tighter ball. Why couldn't he do that again, and not... not come after her!
She wasn't that lucky though, the door was flung open and shut again. Footsteps came closer, and she peeked out to see him starting to go a bit obsessive over the gold. It was, at least, how Aurora saw it.
...he wouldn't kill her for wearing some of it, would he? Just in case, Aurora started to quietly pull off the stuff she'd put on. She glanced up again, watching him stroke treasure, hoping she could sneak off...
Damn.
Well, he'd find her anyway. A chest wasn't the best place to hide. Sheepishly, Aurora stood up where she'd been hiding in the far corner and tried to grin. It looked more like a grimice. "...argh, me hearties? ...nice day for a dream, Governor? erm, I mean captain... captin' even. ...deck scrubbing to do, so nice to see... be seeing you. Ya. Captin'..."
Then Aurora tried to edge past him, very slowly, alarming him was a bad idea... Maybe he'd think she was a pirate or something.
Ura's head slowly turned to her direction, like that creepy slow.. like from horror movies like he was going to suddenly strike at her. His tangled, unmanaged loose red hair that dangled around his shoulders seemed to add to the look, making him look a bit crazy. But, he didn't strike out at her. He simply glared with cold piercing eyes, unamused by her 'pirate' ramblings. Same gaze followed her sad attempts of inching away.
His arm suddenly shot out, gripping her around her arms just above her shoulder. Fingers squeezing painfully into her arm. He pulled her in in closer, not caring if he managed to get her to hit anything. "What are you doing here?" He questioned her in a low bitter tone, mismatched eyes meeting hers.
Okay, and now he was going creepy on her. Creepy evil. And strange. ...and he was kind of hot, when he looked like that. Uh. Not that she liked him now or anything. ...but he was kinda hot, with tangled hair and everything... and PJs on...
"Ow!" Aurora snapped out of it, and felt herself being pulled closer. She wriggled in his tight grasp, attempting to pull out of it. But she didn't hit him, not yet. "Let go of me."
She shrugged, wincing. "I don't know. I'm just... in your dream? Not even real. Just in your mind. Yeah. That's it, I'm just apart of your head." Aurora poked his forehead, and went back to trying to detach herself from that strong grasp.
He was strong and hot? ...not that she cared.
Urahara hummed to himself, grip still upon her arm as he looked her over. "A dream, huh?" Another hum and he let the idea roll around his head. That meanst he could basically think her away, so she wouldn't be around him. But, there was something odd about it, dreams didn't always tell you they were dreams. That meant.. wait. Confusion. He closed his eyes, trying to make sense of it all and then pushed her away from him.
"Gah.. whatever..." He turned, waving his hand trying to get the idea away. "Just get out of my head!" The teen talked to the door, not before pulling off a handful of gems into his palm. He swung the door open and slinked through slamming it in his wake ... to be greeted by the pirates again. He paused, glare still in his eyes, thumb sliding across the smooth surfaces of the gems. Okay, time to make sense of why he was dreaming about... pirates.
"Yea, a dream" Aurora replied, but it seemde lost on Ura who looked distracted. Apparently, it wasn't working. Okay, so what... she was supposed to explain about the dreamworld?
But no need, he was leaving. Aurora wandered after him, and went to stand next to Ura. She'd have to tell him somehow, or else Zanna or Elijah would. "Um. Actully. I can't go, not by will. ...usually, if I'm here, the dreamer wants me." Aurora glared at her hands then. She felt like soem sort of fricken Genie now. They thought of her, and POOF she was there wearing what they wanted, and helping THEM. ...what a stupid job.
A UFO zoomed past, made of jelly and sparkly gold.
Ura went to releaving his frustration on the gems, his hand clutched tighter around them, some falling out his hand and one flying upward at at Aurora's. Damn it! She wouldn't.leave! His fingers moved the gems around, acting like his personal shiny stress ball. And he wanted her? "Why would I want you?" He asked, not realizing that wasn't in his inner monolouge but outloud.
"And.. pirates..." He did know that was outloud. His gaze never left them as they went along their business, never noticing the two out of place teens while they worked on cleaning the deck and checking the rigging. Nor did they notice that UFO. Ura did, he stared oddly at it.
"You wanted me at one point." Aurora snapped back. "You tell me." She glared at her hands even harder, it had to be their fault. She was stuck in a dream with Ura. "You trapped ME here, not the other way around. ...and ARGH, STOP SPRAYING ME!"
Another wave had splashed over the edge, and hit them both. A storm was brewing, and Aurora tugged her fancy pirate jacket around herself more. She had to avoid getting wet...
"I don't know why pirates, maybe you were a Captian. Zanna was a Amazon, Elijah's some weird tattoo giving person... I don't know."
"Something I can't figure out why..." He grumbled commenting on her attack against him. Still not looking up, nor caring that he was getting wet. That his red hair was now damp with sea water, strands clinging to his cheek and skin as well at his shirt, showing off some of that uh, er.. lanky muscle he had. It was just water, nothing big.
"pirate, huh?" Something good actually came from her for once. Ura smiled, like plotting something since he was still glaring. He took a step further into the desk and towards the pirates. He walked past them as they tried to get the sails ready for the storm. One swung behind him, yelling at one that was missing an eye trying to get him to secure the ropes faster. Another skidded past Aurora, to get to the helm and steady their course.
"You better, or else this doesn't end." Aurora muttered, although she wasn't sure if she told the truth there or not. She watched him walk foward, growling again when the water sprayed over them both.
"URGH."
Aurora went after Ura, and grabbed onto his arm with some odd strenth that she clearly hadn't had before. Both eyes were going darker now, the yellow fading into blue... "Come on!" She tugged on him hard around the middle, twitching more as wet body met wet body and tried pulling him away from the ship and towards the nice dry cabin again. Aurora didn't relent, and teh second she'd shoved him in, she went in after, slammed the door shut and leaned against it breathing heavy. "Don't go out there again."
Three little pigs from Babe started to sing in trill voices outside.
Sinking to the floor, Aurora curled up against the door and stuck her head in her wet knees as her entire body twitched. She had to fight it. And he HAD to be wet, making this so much harder... "Fire. Fire. Warmth. Dryness. Fire."
Ura was ready to snap at her for touching him, for pulling him away from exploring the decks and pirates. But, her eyes changed, that was new. huh? He was lost in that thought and then found himself being pushed into the cabin, away from the wetness.
He sat on the floor, almost spawled out, all his gems lost in the piles of other treasure. Ura propped himself up, not paying attention to her ramblings and pulled his legs in closer to him. "It' a dream, right? You shouldn't be cold..." He hissed at her. "A dream.. and you're here... you were in others. A guide?" He hummed with fingers tapping his chin through his outloud thinking.
Aurora finally looked up, both eyes odd colors. Not blue now, but they weren't quite yellow again either. She glared at him. "I'm not cold. I'm ... this happens when I'm exposed to ... things. I don't like it, I can't control it."
He was still wet, his clothes were still sticking...
"Can't you change or something?" Aurora snapped again, sticking her head in her knees. "I can't believe I'm stuck with YOU. The a** who changes his mind about how he feels every turn. And I don't know what I am."
Was she snapping at him? In his dream, ohnonono. Ura leaned foward, glaring further at her. "No, I don't think I will." He snorted, then began pulling at the hem of his shirt. Yuck, now that she mentioned it, the sea water was annoying to the touch. His pants were in better condition, the hems a bit soaked but nothing too bad. Continue playing with the hems and he pulled his shirt off and tossed it in a pile of swords at his sides. -wait.. waaaaait.
"The a** that changes his mind?" He shot up from his seat from the floor, looking down at her. His eyes of piercing daggers of doom upon her. "What the ******** Aurora! At least I'm not some ******** whore who sleeps with a guy that I've only met for FIVE minutes! Holy s**t!" His mind reeled, he couldn't believe this! This conversation, in a dream that was pretty cool and about pirates. He turned away from her and walked towards the windows in the back, his hands pressed against his head in frustration. "What the ********!" As soon as the last word of the outburst was spoken, a few of the candles near Aurora went out in poofs of purplish-black smoke.
Aurora glanced up, and twitched. All right, bad idea. Now he was shirtless, and sexy. Not that she cared or anything. THe ship was rocking more now, as a storm started to rage outside.
"Yes! ...and I couldn't HELP that, I didn't mean it!" Auora glaring upwards at him, standing as well. She wasn't nearly as tall as him, but Aurora ignored that small fact. "I couldn't help it, I was WET, and he was doing something that made me want him! You see how I get when I'm wet, and try and tell me that I can control it... Besides, you never liked me anyway. Why the hell would you care?"
She jumpde at as the candles went out. No matter what, it was still his dream, and he was in control. Aurora turned around, and went to lock the door leading out. She wouldn't let him out of here, and let the wet in. Then Aurora tugged off her wet jacket. The less wet she was, the better. The other side of her wanted to rip his clothes off then and there.
The ship kept rocking around them, sending treasure and things skidding across the floor.
"That is such Bullshit, Aurora and you know it. There is always control, somewhere." And the next comment just snapped something in Urahara, another few candles went out in a few puffs of that weird smoke. The ship was rocking back and forth but he didn't give a damn. All he saw was her, all he did was glare at her. The hurt returning. "never liked you, huh? I guess we were both wrong, because I was ******** sure I did...." A few of the candles relit in an eerie black flame.
"I guess I should be thanking Adrian, I suppose... opened my eyes to see how easy you would be." And he turned again, away from her once more, not looking at her.. just.. the windows and the treasure slidding across the floor in front of him...
.. and then his dramatic 'curse you b***h' moment was utterly ruined as a pile of jewels rolled into his leg and sent him off balance and down to the floor. "ho s**t!" Ura flailed and fell.]
"Then you better tell me where it is, before I attempt to kiss you again, or turn Nymph on your a**." Aurora snapped again, the last part slipping into Greek without her noticing. She couldn't help but jump when more candles went out. She glanced away from him and outside, at the rain and water... Aurora's eyes snapped back to one of the remaining candles. "Some feelings you have, if you turn me down twice in one day. Oh, and reject one kiss. I'm not EASY."
She took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm down. Slowly, Aurora continued, "I don't want Adrian. I hate him when he's not around, and I don't like how he can ... how he has this HOLD over me, like he knows how to get me to do what he wants. Why do you think I'm now hiding in Greece? I HATE the power he has over me, how he can get me, and the connection he and I share... the same one you and that kid share, by the way, and you tell me how you can make yours break, I'll do the same. How the hell do I control that connection? If you have any ideas... feel free to tell me."
She grinned when he fell, it stopped Aurora from rambling out more. "Lost your gri..." And then Aurora fell over too, tripped up by her own jacket. She crawled towards Ura, and sat next to him, before curling up around the key to the door and sticking her head back in her knees. She mumbled, "I'm sorry? I should have told you it had happened when I met with you, but I like you and that would have hurt you."
Ura hissed, rubbing his a** which had taken the brunt of the fall and didn't seem to notice that she had fallen herself. Then her mumbles reached his ears and he suddenly realized how close she was. 's**t..' He mentally cursed and used his arms to pull himself away from her. She was too close, he was still trying to get over her... he needed to distance himself from her, and also shadow his surprise of her sudden appearance near him.
He stopped near a few finer fabrics near the corner of the Captain's quarters -at least if they fell on him it wouldn't hurt- and sat indian style and stared at her with indifferent eyes hinted with the same fueled hatred from before. "Too late for apologies, Aurora and excuses. You should have said something, a mistake you can't take back." He grumbled, 'hurt more that she didn't say anything...' The teen wanted to say as well, but exposing too many emotions would prove fatal here, could show weakness.
"Greece, huh?" He changed the subject. "Pretty weak of you to have to run to another country to avoid you problems." That said with a coy smirk, his eyes gleaming. "And I have no problems with Itsuki, none what so ever. Connections are made for a reason and shouldn't be broken." Ura continued to glare at her, his smirk now gone.
Aurora watched him scramble off, but she wasn't hurt by it. It was just another blow to her already numbed self. She shrugged, and started to play with some of the gold necklaces that were scattered around. She'd just pretend she wanted these... Slipping one around her neck, and dangling the other from her fingers, Aurora nodded feebly. "I know. I should have."
Both eyes darted up to Ura, and Aurora answered, "I guess I am weak then. At least in Greece I can train to get stronger."
THe last statement made Aurora sigh. "So... I'm supposed to be Adrian's little ******** friend? When he needs it, he can tell me to roll over and he can get it? I HATE it, can't you understand that? I hate it, and I hate how that stupid Nymph side is always lurking and waiting for an excuse to come out and take over." Aurora paused then... an idea was starting to form in her head. She'd started over the past few weeks to see that side as something seperate... "What if it wasn't me? What if it's something else, like... I don't know, we're spirits when we enter stuff, what if it's just another spirit that hitched a ride and it's that thing that's connected to him and not me?" Aurora really did sound hopeful... if that was so, she could get someone to cut it out and then... It'd be gone! Yay!
Urahara said nothing as she rambled, his dorment frustration starting to rise from from the depths of his mind. He let out a small groan that almost sounded like a growl, or maybe it was the latter.. but whichever, he was getting annoyed. What the hell? He didn't give a flying ******** about her problem, this was his dream and she was spouting out personal revelations and ideas to rid herself of Adrian. Sure, he hated the dark teen probably more than her, but right now -"Gawd dammit, Aurora, do you ever stop talking about yourself and your problems? I'm ******** sick of hearing about them!"
Oh, that felt really good. He would have grinned, but it would ruin the moment. A grumble escaped his throat and the teen pushed himself off from the ground. He took a few steps to his side, crossing his arms and then turned his head back at her. "This is my ******** dream that you invade and you go on like I'm some damn teen help center and expect me to help you." Ura yelled, " I don't care! I'm still trying to get over you!" -wait, did he just say that? ********, too late now... continue on! maybe she won't notice, "You were called here for a reason, to do some dream thing." Hand doing a little waving motion to emphasis the point. "Now do it, or get out of my head!!"
"You haven't seen me for a long time." Aurora responded, but now she felt even guiltier. Why'd she babbled to Ura? Out of all the people in the world, here and there in reality.
Oh well, it was done now.
"I didn't INVADE, and I'm only asking you because I have no one else to ask... you told me that I should be able to control it! So tell me, how the ******** do I do that?" Ok, Aurora, enough ranting. Aurora scolded herself, took a few deep breaths... and then forgot what she was supposed to be doing.
...He was still trying to get over her? Well, that was just stupid.
"Why bother trying?" Aurora flopped back again. "I've thrown myself at you three times now, each time knowing that you'll probably just hurt me again... isn't it obvious that you don't have to? I'd do anything to prove to you that I'm sorry."
It was still going on, there were pirates outside and he still didn't know why! Ura's mind weeped, but he knew trying to get her attention back to them was probably not going to be happening any time soon.
"I don't ******** know! You have to figure out some things on your own Aurora." Again, yelling. This time with added slamming of his open palms onto the desk in front of him and a few more flickering candles. His missmatched eyes narrowed further, another inhale and he continued to counter her own rant. "You really think throwing yourself at me three times will make me like you? From what I've seen, these three times have proven to be ******** weak." She was really going to have to prove herself better than that. Fingers curled against the smooth surface of the table as his head bowed a bit low, staring at the surface below. His drying red hair fell from place, almost covering any indication of his face.
"You're going to have to do better to prove anything to me." Came a whisper.
"No." Aurora didn't yell back now. She didn't want to yell, the numbness wasn't quite so numb now and she was starting to feel like it was a nightmare. A stupid one. She wanted to dream about ... nice things. "I didn't think."
Not bloody pirates, and storms, and freaky candles that did odd things. ..speaking of Pirates. "What ship are we on, anyway?"
Change of subject, good. Auorora's block from emotion was crumbling now, and she was already close to tears. THis wasn't what she wanted to do, she didn't want to sit there to be yelled at. ...but it'd make him feel better. Hadn't Kia done that once?
Standing up, Aurora made her way across the cabin and across to Ura. The idea of getting him yelling, angry, ranting was one that seemed like a good idea. But the closer she got, the worse Aurroa felt. She couldn't do it, so Aurora leaned on the rocking wall of the cabin, looked outside, ...and felt sick. Aurora always was afraid she'd be one of those sea sick people.
She flew out of the cabin, kicking the door till it reletned and made her way as quickly as possible to the edge of the ship. "Horrible boats."
Ura's gaze never lifted from the table, it remained fixed on the tiny details of the wood. For him, it was soothing to look at while she caused only pain to his eyes. No words responded to her remarks nor her question about the boat -though, he was a bit puzzled about her quick change of subject, she had been pretty bent on yelling at him and trying to gain his pity or something. But, whatever, he sighed low.
He only listened while she moved her way across the rocking and creaking floors beneath. The only sound he heard was his own breathing and the rustles of her dress which soon stopped and another remark came from her mouth. Ura shut his eyes tight, his mind picturing her somewhere in the cabin, just... standing .. or something. Fingers curled tighter into fists upon the table and he realized he just couldn't stand it any longer. Her presence seemed taunting, baiting for him to lash out or something. He needed to get out of the cabin. With a short push from the table, he stalked his way towards the door and turned the handle.
.. it was locked. When did she lock it? His head snapped back to her, eyes again glaring. "What the hell did you expect to happen with a locked door?" He growled deep.
Aurora ignored movement behind her, focusing on something else. Anything else. She would loose control of everything then, and then everything would be bad, and she'd be ranting and then she'd be crying and that was just more weakness.
"Stupid boat." Aurora repeated, clutching to her stomach with her other hand. She had to ignore, and she'd said enough to him. Said everything, actully, and probably would have offered him Adrain's balls on a platter if she'd kept begging. ...not that it wasn't a nice offering or anything... it'd also prove that hey! She really WAS hating Adrian right now.
She turned around to face him, looking a bit confused. "...What?" Then it hit her, he thought she'd... Urgh. All men sucked. "Ura, we're in a ******** dream. If I'd wanted THAT, there'd be no reason to lock doors. I dont' want you to go out there again, you'll get wet. And then I'll try and rape you or something, because of that lack of control I keep talking about... not that you care."
Aurora turned back towards the ocean, squeezing tears out of her eyes. She had to stop talking, or else she'd burst into tears, and that would be bad. She had to calm down and get control over them again.
Urahara grumbled under his breathe, gawd.. was her mind always on sex? His eyes couldn't really narrow further but he still managed to roll them in his furthered irritation. Why couldn't he just wake up? Things would be so much better, maybe he shoulkd take one of the more blunt objects and bash himself in the head. The idea rolled around in his thoughts, until realizing.. he had fallen over and nothing had happened. "Still haven't gotten to the point of this, maybe.." He muttered under his breathe, hand still jiggling the door handle.
Aurora forgotten, his task now dealed with the door and he knew he didn't have any paper clips on hand this time to pick the lock. He didn't care about going outside and getting wet, it was far better than being with her. In mere seconds, he found himself digging through various treasures on the ground, looking for anything small enough to be a good instrument. Gold pieces went flying, as wel as jewels until he found himself upon a lovely ornate girly hairpin. Perfect. Back to the door, he stabbed the ends into the keyhole and waited for the click.
She didn't notice Ura's attempts to escape at first, Aurora was finding herself sprayed with water in the storm. "Crap."
Turning around, eyes going back to vivid blue, Aurora eyed Ura as he attempted to get out. She was dripping now, from head to foot. And that control she'd had was gone now, gone and forgotten. He was sexy... She made her way across the cabin, just as the door clicked open. It knocked some sense back into Aurora, and she tried to block him from leaving, he couldn't, he was sexy and she NEEDED sexy, Aurora told herself in a frenzied Nymph mood, as she tried to rip off those pants...
...then she froze and stared at Ura's nearly naked self. The front of it was now exosed to the pirate deck and poking out of the cabin. That was different. Didn't she have a set of those too?
Relief came over The red head when the door finally clicked open. Ura's hand shot to the door, his head singing for freedom from the confindments -
Then he was blocked. And then he was attacked by a sex crazed Aurora. "Woah-woah.. what the hell?!" Spazzing, total spazzing. She was trying to take off his pants, he needed those pants, well, he wasn't going commando or anything, but he still needed his pants! "Aurora!"
She stopped. She stared. It confused him. His eyebrows pushed together in confusion, wondering why she stopped - not that he was ever so thankful she did - and looked down to see what she was looking at. Did he have some sort of cool markings? No, he had breasts now. Oh. .. wait. Wait. Okay, he always did have some in some sense, but they were more of uberly flat pecks. Now he had boobs, girly boobs. Missmatched eyes widened in horror; not really for the fact he was now 'exposed' with no shirt... in the middle of the ocean with pirates and all but more of the idea he.. well, now had boobs. It was different. He was a guy, wasn't he? Oh, he didn't want to check.
"What the hell?" He scretched finally, hitting the doorframe as he slide backwards.
The shock seemed to knock Aurora competely out of her crazy, and she stood there panting as her eyes went back to normal again. She was staring at his chest, a very nice chest too, really...
But she wasn't a lesbian, so why did she care?
"Uh..." Aurora started. "Um. Sorry about that. Nymph, and lack of control, and that's EXACTLY why I was begging for help..." She trailed off again, tempted to try and peek down his pants.
But maybe it was the wrong time for that.
"They're nice." Aurora tried feebly, picking up the discarded pirate jacket and holding it out to Ura. "Um... want... to cover them? Not that you need to around me..."
Had he just turned female on her? Aurora swallowed hard. She had a bad sinking feeling now, after her dream with Elijah. What if Ura woke up with breasts? How would she explain this to Ura... "Um. Maybe... see, in dream worlds, some things tend to stay... physical things, I mean. So... if you wake up... yea."
All of her tears had dried now. She was in an odd state of shock, and barely even noticed when she started to grin. And giggle. And reach out to poke one of his breasts. "It's real." Another poke. "Really real."
...and kind of attractive, really, Aurora's other presence decided.
Oh, how he wished he could wake up.. or sink into the door frame. He had boobs, real boobs -again, not weirded out by the boobs just the fact he now had the boobs. He let out a small patheitc noise and tugged at the jacket handed to him. Great, he was a ball of spazz now, wonderful.
"... thanks?" He grumbled, throwing a mental pity party for himself. Then his eyes shot open wide again, panic racing to his brain. He could possibly wake up with them? World caved in, brain died and another pathetic noise and he again wanted to just die.
"stop poking them~!" He whined, swatting at her hand with the jacket. Okay, defensive manuvuers needed to be done. He curled into a little ball, hiding them from view.
Aurora started to laugh, and she leaned over at the ball. "Do you think you're female anywhere else? ...Oh, don't be such a drama QUEEN." She tried to poke them again, just to tease him.
Then Aurora stood back, looking at her own. "Well, if you wake up with them, my bra won't fit. Kia's maternaity bra might do the trick! Just call and ask, she'll understand. ...oh, and avoid Adrian. He likes anything with breasts."
Oh, he knew he wasn't female elsewhere at this point. It all just added to the spazzing in Ura's head, it was one thing to have set of gender specifics but BOTH? World caved in again and he curled further into the ball and fell to his side.
"shut up, shut up!" Came his muffled replies, "I don't want to hear any of this!"
The dream was darkening now, and Aurora knew what that meant. She stood back, glancing around as if trying to remember every single detail about the dream. It'd come in handy, if only for blackmail. And she was so jealous Ura's chest right now.
"You're waking up. Looks like they just wanted you to grow some breasts." Aurora told Ura... and laughed again. The arguement from earlier seemed to be nothing compared to this. "I can lend you a sex ed book on female parts, if you find things not dangling in the shower later..."
She reached down, to try and give them another poke. And then Aurora woke up.
He didn't uncurl from the ball, never noticed the darkness that was enclosing around them. "But.." He started, but never got the chance for a rebutal to the argument, he just curled tighter and just let the poking continue.
And it continued without stop and was at a more frequent pace. His hand shot out, trying to swat at the hand, trying to make it stop. He shifted in the ball, scooted away.. trying to make it stop.
"Ura?" Eyes snapped open wide, he suddenly realized he was breathing heavily and was also again on the couch where he last was actually.
"Ura?" Came the voice again, "you okay? You were making weird noises.. and tossing a lot and... such." Said teen looked up, eyes still wide and fixated on chirigami hovering above him. His breathing slowed. Just a dream. Right?. Hand shot to chest hard, pressed down just to make sure. Flat, it was flat like it should be. Nothing there. He let out a nervious laugh and hugged himself.
"Flat... no boobs..." Another nervious laugh, almost crazy like. Leaving chiri puzzled and a bit more concerned.
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2005 1:42 pm
Aurora didn't write down the dream as she usually did. There was something unforgettable about the way it ended... and something about the start of the dream that she didn't want to remember. It wasn't till later in the day, and when the worst parts had drifted away into the subconscious, that Aurora finally sat down with a pen and started to write. Quote: Dear Diary Over the past few weeks, I've been doing two important things. Training with the Amazons, (And I swear, they laugh at me!), and dreaming. I've written down two of the dreams in here, but the other one was with Ura. I didn't like how it went at first, so I made sure I'd forget it. But what I do remember, is Ura with breasts. Large ones, not just little ones. They were REALLY female. I'm going to add that to the list. -Zanna kissing a girl. -Ura with breasts. -Elijah dreaming about flying purple pigs. I wonder if he woke up with them? Ura, I mean. And I'm still not used to this eating thing. Meat kind of is okay now, but when I started... let's just say my body wasn't happy. Okay, so I look fitter and the flavors are good. I'm not saying it isn't nice to eat it, I just feel kind of guilty, like I'm doing something wrong. The guilt was worst when the diet changed, but now that I'm seeing that it's not making me hideous... It's not so bad. My armor is still a bit too large, and I'm so tired of getting nicked or cut... and my hands are blistering still from using weapons. And I'm close to collapsing by the end of the day... but you know? This is kind of fun, pushing myself to doing things I couldn't do before I came here. I wonder what people would think if I returned? Speaking of returning, I think I will. Another thing in the dream with Ura I remember, is that I thought of another reason for the stupid 'WATER= LETSHAVESEX' urges. I mean... I remember being told that we're assumed to be spirits that latch onto item, copy person, blah blah. But maybe it's possible to ******** that process up? Like, another spirit going 'Oh look, free ride' and clinging to the first spirit. That's how I'm starting to see Nymph. She doesn't feel like she's me, it feels like she's there lurking and watching through my eyes and watching my mind. And it's her that responds to Adrian's... well, his lure. I think he's sexy too, but I... it happens in a way that's like my opinion is shoved aside and another side wants to be let loose. Anyway, I'm going back to the shop first. Then to some elves that live on Neith's land. I don't know, they say they know magic. Maybe they know about this stuff too. It was at that point that something odd happened. Aurora twitched, her eyes went blue, and her hand automatically wrote, Quote: Aurora is stupid. My lord, in modern terms, is a 'sexy sex machine'. And we're going home soon, Aurora, I'm feeling a bit needy. Then her eyes went back to their normal yellow. "...what the hell?" Aurora shut the book, creeped out. Did that just happen... did something just take her over and write that?...and who was 'My lord'? She opened the book quickly, added, Quote: I didn't write that, and I'm now FREAKED OUT. -Aurora. Then Aurora slammed the book shut.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2005 11:27 pm
She felt bored. And unsatisfied. There was something stupid about this host that she'd decided to tag along with, Aurora was stubborn. And she didn't like stubborn...
Now, she could have choosen any other. The boys, for example, but she'd decided she didn't want a male body. Or one of the ones after that, one of the girls. But she'd been impatient and latched onto the first female she'd found. Bonus, she'd thought, this girl was Greek.
But unfortnatly, she was also mentally strong, and that meant that she'd be weak in flesh, and hard to take over. If she'd taken over the Zanna child, she'd have easier moments to do what she wanted.
But she'd found a way earlier, she had, if only for a few moments. Before, it'd only been hinting, with that red head teenager, and then physical stimulation, with her lord, and now the pen.
Somehow, those few moments could be extended, and now she was testing that.
She was walking down the castle, ignoring them. She didn't feel like she was a being in a body, she felt like she wore a snug glove that fitted perfectly around her. But it'd do. There were no men, nothing. Where were the men? Were Amazons lacking in need, who could live a life and not need lust?
She needed it, she wanted it. But she was loosing control again, and she'd barely made it into the market...
Aurora became aware of herself standing naked in the middle of the marketplace in the middle of the night. She hadn't been here before, Aurora was more than sure, why was she here now?
Her face was going bright red, never had Aurora been so exposed to the world. She glanced around, but no one was around to see. Aurora picked up a sack, wrapped it around herself and hurried back indoors. She really needed to do something, and soon.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2005 7:39 am
Aurora made her way by foot through the bush land of Neith's land. She was making her way for the Elves camp, with a small silver ring clutched tightly in one hand. No one knew she'd be home, Aurora was supposed to be in Greece.
But after the last incident, she was very glad to get away from that place...
There was a new elf, Aurora had been told, one that was Egyptian in origin. She specialized in magic directly to do with Jewellery, and had come to stay with Neith when she'd heard of the half elf that created jewellery. They'd even planned to possibly open a shop later on...
But that had nothing to do with why Aurora was here.
She'd been writing to this elf for a while now, explaining her problem. They'd agreed to meet the day before Valentine's day, and Aurora had to bring a piece of jewellery. She'd asked Anen to make a ring, and so now she had one...
Climbing up the ladder, Aurora peered around nervously. The scent of frankincense seemed to drift in smoky circles out of the fire that was in the fireplace inside. A tanned elf sat near the fire, and she waved her hand to Aurora as she threw a handful of leaves into the fire.
"Come in." The elf woman, who still hadn't told Aurora her name, guestured to a cushion beside her in front of the fire.
Aurora made her way in, and sat next to the elf. She looked around, barely keeping herself from stammering as she asked, "So... um. What do I do?"
The elf looked at Aurora then, with dark amber eyes that were highlighted by exaggerated eye shadow. Perhaps at another time Aurora would have laughed at the style, but this didn't seem like a laughing time. "Sleep."
"...I... it's not that easy, is it? And why?"
A cup of hot liqued was pushed into Aurora's hand, cushions arranged behind her. "How am I to contain the spirit if it is awake? Drink, and sleep."
Aurora took a nervous gulp of the strange drink, almost choking. But she didn't have time to conceder throwing it up again, a wave of irresistible tiredness washed over her. She put the cup down, and curled up on the cushions. Aurora could always throw up later...
She woke up, feeling giddy. But no different than before. Aurora sat up slowly, noticing things as she did. Firstly, her hair was damp and she was wearing elven robes with a blanket covering her. Her own clothes, wet, were hung near the dying fire. And it was dark now, the middle of the night.
The elf woman sat outside, watching the stars. Aurora went out there slowly, tugging the blanket tighter around herself.
"How long did I sleep?"
"A long time." The elf woman turned back, and she smiled for the first time. "But it worked. As long as that ring remains on your finger, the Nymph will be no trouble."
"Nymph? Is that what it was?" Aurora sat down beside the woman.
"Yes, a Greek Nymph. She's not gone," The woman tapped the ring that fitted snugly around Aurora's pointer finger, "Take this off and she'll gain a bit of control again. But as long as the silver touches your skin, she'll be dormant. She has a connection, to another. That is not broken, and it is impossible to remove her. She'll always be there, in dreams, in you, in the ring. May as well make peace with her."
Aurora yawned, and the woman shifted. "Go sleep. You may have been asleep during it, but it's still just as tiring for you."
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