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 Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 2:47 pm
 [To Glow or Not to Glow]
Who: Revontulet and Luka
I like Luka a lot. We both glow, though he can actually control it.
Being with him is very comforting.
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 2:52 pm
[Divine Decadence, Darling!]
Who: Revontulet, Doucette, Basil and Genie
Basil is interesting.
It seems Ren has found a friend who likes the same kind of music she
does! If only he wasn't so very...strange...
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2013 3:57 pm
[A Gentle Touch]
Who: Revontulet and Cruz
Cruz! I really like to touch Cruz.
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 9:32 am
[How Small We Are]
Who: Revontulet and Zul
Zul is a gentleman. I was able to teach him about space!
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 3:26 pm
Alex’s phone call had been a surprised for the woman. Although she knew Revontulet had run into Zul on one of the school’s outings to the planetarium recently, the redhead had not seen the demon or his guardian since the first eventful and embarrassing meeting the three had years and years ago.
So when she had said she wanted Doucette’s help, along with her newborn’s, the redhead hadn’t known how to react. A simple I’ll think about it had been all she’d managed to murmur before the Italian had been off to call another family, conflict another life.
They wanted her and Ren to go on some search and rescue party for the doctor, Kyou, who she had never met. Even after everything that had happened with her soul bottle and the fel essence and really everything in this long journey, she had never met this mysterious man. And now they wanted her and her daughter to pack up everything for an unspecified amount of time to go searching for him.
Who knew what kind of trouble they could all end up in?
Doe shook her head, curls bouncing with a merriment she didn’t feel. No, better not to think that way. It was just a simple search and rescue. Surely the doctor had simply gotten himself lost in the jungle or forest or wherever he was and they needed as many bodies as possible in order to cover more land more quickly. That was all. Really, there was nothing to be worried about on her end.
Best not to let Revontulet know though. There was no way she’d let a child go on such a venture.
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His phone was vibrating against his sock clad foot resting on the desk. He screwed his vision to look at the illuminated screen of the blackberry. Maybe the Lab was calling him back about this missing Doctor? Or maybe it was his work place about to give him a situation report on a mission. He flicked his eyes over to the screen of his computer. The lab’s webpage pulled up- staff and contacts peered back at him in nice calm colors and lighthearted fonts. He sniffed and reached for his phone, answering from his reclined position.
“Harrison Troxel,”
With the phone tucked between one shoulder and ear, the redhead’s fingers were left free to tangle in the curling cord of the old fashioned machine. Although it had only rung a few times, already Doucette’s breathing was becoming just that side of shallow, upset. Alex’s call had shaken her slightly and she wasn’t really sure why. No, that wasn’t right. She knew why. They were asking Revontulet to help look for this doctor she’d never met. Everyone at the Lab knew about Kyou, and deep down Doe knew she owed a huge debt of gratitude to the man for the joy he’d brought into her life, but did that mean she had to send what amounted to a child on the search for him?
Harrison’s voice came on the line and she was silent for a moment too long, always awful with conveying herself across phone lines. “Hey Harrison, it’s...it’s Doucette. Sorry to call you! Do you have a minute to talk?”
"Doe?" His feet slipped from the desk slowly as he reigned in his limbs and mind. He flicked his screen to the screen saver with a few keystrokes and focused on the voice in his left ear.
"Yeah, I was actually gonna call you- Do you know about a doctor at the lab? I just received a call and-" He stopped short realizing he was barreling through when Doe was in fact the caller, she had priority over the air. "Aynway, what's up. You sound shaken…"
Despite herself the woman let out a soft laugh, reaching up to shift the phone to her other ear as she did so. Although they had only met a few more times after the hospital incident, she’d gotten familiar with his ability to take over a situation. “Actually that’s what I was calling you about.” The laugh had lightened her tone somewhat, but her voice had dropped in volume somewhat. He could imagine she was peering around some wall somewhere to make sure Ren couldn’t overhear the conversation.
“About the doctor, Kyou, he’s the reason I have Ren. I don’t...I don’t actually know him, but Alex is hoping I will join and help the search party.” Doucette’s voice trailed off somewhat, obvious that there was more to be said but hoping despite herself that she didn’t need to say it.
Troxel's face scrunched at that, a palm rubbing from forehead to chin in disdain as he rolled his eyes. Not at Doucette, never at Doe. But the fact that these jokers were creating a task force out of professional relationships. Granted the whole communal setting of the Lab was not invisible. He bit his lip and tried to focus on the objective and keep theory and thoughts to himself. Doe didn't need his negative Nancy persona. He thought of the swirling soul in the bottle he kept on his desk. Blanketed in a tiny nest. He eyed it before taking in a small breath.
"Yeah…" He started, he sounded tired, "I can imagine how you're feelin' right now. I-- It's weird. You'd think they'd bring this to the authorities, my people hear missing persons reports all the time and three birds in the air, some thermals or NVGs and. They're always found."
He kept out the portion where they aren't. That wasn't a failing of equipment or the eyes of the search party. That was more often than not attributed to the lack of a heat signature from the missing persons.
"I got the same call, I-- It's in the middle of some jungle out there. I wouldn't go, Doe…"
Doucette heaved a slight sigh, leaning against the kitchen table and rubbing absently at her cast covered with the scrawling doodles of her kindergarten class. It was supposed to come off soon. Days, even, depending on how her next consultation went. Should she be going out into some jungle looking for someone she didn’t even know? But she did know Alex, even if it wasn’t very well, and the woman’s ability to experience guilt pre-rejection washed over her at just the thought of turning the woman down. After everything the Lab had done for her?
“Perhaps they did take it to the authorities?” she said in a tiny voice, knowing that Harrison would have already looked into it anyway and that it was a fairly futile hope she was voicing. “But I can’t...I can’t just not go.” Doucette’s face was twisted with unhappiness and she stared at her shoes as she spoke.
“They want Revontulet to go too.”
The confession came after a long drag of silence on her end, a sort of defeatist tone to her otherwise cheery voice.
Harrison balked at that, rearing up at the prospect of asking what he viewed as children to go into the jungle and look for a man who lost himself. There are no such things as accidents- he chided mentally. Just stupidity. You didn't pack a compass, you didn't pack a phone, no lights, gear. That will mess you up. He rolled his eyes again trying to stay within the simple realm of reality. These people aren't trained rangers. They're not back packing masterminds. They're normal men and women going to work, making babies and living the dream. He scratched his cheek and thumbed his nose.
"It hasn't been reported. I don't know. It doesn't make sense on my end. And what kind of ********'-- sorry. Sorry Doe. What backwards operation will turn around and tell the very kids they're making to go and find someone. I get it, it's a community. But these … Raevan's or whatever are new, they're learning. It's dangerous out there. None of you are trained, none of us are schooled--" He was ranting and he knew it. "Sorry… I'm tired. Just," a chuckle, "sorry for venting I lose touch every once and a while when the crazy meter is particularly high."
He scrubbed his eyebrow and bit his lip.
"So you feel guilty. I wouldn't want Ren out there if I were you. She's not even my ward and I don't want her out there either. I don't want YOU to go alone- hell you're still recovering from a broken arm and strained neck or whatever the ocean did to you."
Perhaps it was just that her nerves were wound too tight or that she could imagine the look on the man’s face all too well as he grumbled over the situation but another laugh escaped her, muffled behind her hand. Doucette shook her head a bit at his apology, even though he couldn’t see it. Speaking on the phone was difficult for someone as animated as the redhead whose curls now bounced against her cheeks. “No apology needed. I don’t agree with them asking Ren. I haven’t told her that they want her to go. I know she’ll want to go, want to fit in. But she’s just...she’s so young! Not even half a year old! And so inquisitive!”
Biting her own lip Doucette paused, searching for words that she wasn’t even sure she was going to be able to find at this point. Everything just seemed so wrong, so strange. “Guilty feelings or not, I think I’ll have to go. Perhaps I can keep it a secret from Revon though, make sure she stays home where it’s safe. And there will be a group of people from what Alex said.”
Doe scuffed her foot on the floor. “I owe him, Harrison.”
Harrison cringed at the use of his name- it was like an arrow straight to his gut if people used it in the meaningful voice Doucette used. She had to go. That was that. He'd been waffling over the situation himself. The aviator was trained in this field and in this calling. He'd been a Platoon Leader, Company Commander and training officer on staff. He had this disaster type thing pegged down to a science. Especially now that his job focused on search and rescue. He had the inherent need to help people. Chances are that even without the nudge from Doucette's quiet voice with a dash of guilt and anxiety.
"Group or not, you're not going alone." He sighed and bit his bottom lip hard. It bled. "I'll pick you up in the morning, okay? We'll go together. That way you can keep me in check when someone in command does something stupid."
Thank god he didn’t voice any of those thoughts! Doucette would have been horrified if he felt like he had to attend this jumble of a search party just because the tone of her voice had been a bit weepy. It just happened to be her usual setting, which was unfortunate enough in standard situations! “Oh, no, you don’t have to...” but she knew there wasn’t any point in arguing with him so she mumbled a reply of thanks all the same, her cheeks a brilliant red at this point.
“I am sure it will not be nearly as organized as you’re used to,” Doe replied to his comment of being kept in check. Unfortunately she wasn’t sure how helpful she’d be in such a situation, or how many instances of unprofessional searching would result in him losing his cool with whoever did end up in charge.
"Probably not," He smirked, eyes casting down at the opened notebook, picking up the nearby pen and doodling a few helicopter rotor heads on the page by his notes. Half studying the airframe as he has a check ride coming up and the other half errant notes from the most recent phone conversation from the lab. He chuckled and raised a brow, deciding to let a little of his pent up sass out.
"I mean, when you piss excellence the vinegar smells and tastes far too sour." He cringed, right. Doucette- the quiet natured thing. "Sorry. I've got my sailor mouth in today."
On the other end of the line, Doe fidgeted as well, her fingers going back to the cord and winding their way up the spiral like a teenager sneaking a chat with her best friend or the guy she fancied in school while mom was out shopping none-the-wiser. A smile rested pleasantly on her features and despite the general distaste for the situation in general, she felt safer knowing Harrison was going to be there.
With her.
The words brought another laugh, though more towards his apology than towards the joke itself. She hardly understood what he’d said, but it was always funny when people apologized to her for being uncouth. As if she lived in a bubble with flowers and rainbows and sparkles all the time. "I told you, it’s nothing to fuss about! My brother is much more foul tongued than you could ever be.” She was teasing, pretending her brother was in some way, shape or form normal.
"Awesome. Brother standards." He laughed and curled his toes, watching them as he did so. They were long like fingers and calloused from his skates. He chuckled again out of fondness and took a deep breath through his nose.
"Okay, so, tomorrow I'll come get you. Factoring in the ferry I'll guess somewhere around zero'five thirty?"meta solo
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 3:28 pm
"I want to go."
"Out of the question." Doucette said with a snort as she turned away from the phone and began absently putting things away in the kitchen. There was no way she was endangering her frei into the hands of this little mission, no matter what it was for. Ren wasn't even half a year old at this point! What could the girl even do besides slow up whatever group she ended up in?
"But I want to go?"
The repetition of her insistence was lifted at the end with question and confusion. Until now, the redhead had given the aurora most everything she had asked for. Why would the woman not abide by her wishes now?
Revontulet's wings gave a flutter of alarm upon her back as she realized Doucette was avoiding her gaze.
Ren's expression softened with unhappiness as she approached her guardian and reached out to place a cool hand on Doe's freckled one. "Please, can we go Doucette? I need to go."
With a shake of her curls, Doucette turned towards her charge. "I promised to protect you!" Doe covered the girl's hand with her own, thinking about how small, thin and utterly young it was.
"I can't let you risk yourself like that."
Revontulet moved closer to the woman, brows furrowed.
"You would outcast me?"
The frei could think of no other result from her guardian's distrust of the mission. So many other raevans would go, of this she was sure, and yet Doucette would allow Ren to remain locked within their small home. Her friends would face new experiences together, and she would have no such story to share. They would question where she'd been and why the aurora had not cared to join them in their plight.
Doucette's mouth popped open with a strangled sort of sound, like a kitten being stepped on. She had not, of course, thought that keeping Ren from the trip would be anything more than pragmatic. Truly, it was only for her sake that she was attempting to put her foot down in the first place.
But the girl's question was so open and raw that the guardian was found floundering for a come back. If there was no perceived danger - and they were told there would not be - then why should the girl not go?
If there was danger? Surely it would not be good to have Ren in the middle of it, but at least she would be with other raevans and Troxel and other guardians.
"I don't..." she started, clearing her throat.
Sensing weakness, Ren widened her eyes and drooped her wings, squeezing at Doucette's hand once more. "Please."
"Fine," Doe relented to the wide and happy grin of her frei. "But at the first hint of danger we are getting the heck out of there!"meta solo
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 3:49 pm
“I want to ride on the bus,” she said to Doe, her hand already on the handle to open the car door and let herself out. The guardian put up a small fuss before agreeing, offering to stay with the pilot as he drove for company. What trouble could the newborn get into on a bus full of other raevan anyway?
With closed eyes she’d rested against the cool window for a long moment, tired from the early morning trip that ate into her usual sleep schedule. The lulling rock of the bus felt good and the soft chatter around her was comforting, relaxing. But every now and then she’d open her eyes and frown out the window, a certain unhappiness pulling at the corners of her lips.
It didn't take Luka long to spot that sea of nightsky hair. Of course, what stood out to him even more than her hair was the slight frown pulling at the corners of her lips. An unfitting frown for a girl as pretty and fun as Revontulet. "Why the long face?" Luka asked, taking the seat beside the Aurora. "Are you worried about what's to come? Or is it something else?" He could understand her worries. Everyone else had made it clear just how dangerous this trip would be. Even the guardians seemed antsy despite the numbers they were moving in.
“Long face?” she repeated with confusion, the turn of phrase confusing to the young frei.
Turning her head, Luka’s warm smile filled her vision and a smile worked its way onto her own lips, warming her features somewhat. “No, I am not worried,” Recontulet confessed. The doctor’s fate was not what had brought her onto the bus in all honesty and the concept of danger seemed distant, just as ‘bad men’ had when they’d first met. Danger was something distant and unfamiliar to the girl and she didn’t spend time worrying about it if it wasn’t in front of her.
“I was thinking about my guardian. She did not want me to come.” Ren gave the satyr a look, half expecting him to commiserate with her. It was ridiculous that the redhead would not have brought her after all. Not when so many other raevens were coming along.
"Ah, a frowny face." He replied, making a typical caricature of a frown. "That's good. You shouldn't be worried, nothing bad will happen to any of us." He replied. He didn't believe it, but he sure as hell didn't want Ren knowing that.
When Ren mentioned Doucette, the Satyr turned to her with a curious look. "Did she? Well, I'm older than you but my guardian didn't want me to go either. They're just worried about us. Have you ever been hurt or broken something you really like? It's like that, very unpleasant feeling. They just don't want that. But, at least you're here now right?"
Revon let out a soft laugh at the term ‘frowny face’ and the expression the male put onto his features to make a point. It was endearing and she appreciated the gesture.
Reaching out a hand, the aurora touched her fingers lightly to Luka’s cheek (though she was ready to pull back if needed), preferring his smile to the frown. “Yes, we will be fine. So we don’t need to frown.” Unlike the satyr, Ren did believe they would be fine. What could happen with all these people working together? Raevan and human working together, they would find this mysterious daughter and the group would be headed home before night fell.
At his words she thought for a moment, brow furrowing. She had never broken anything she cared about (though there was the time her lava lamp had been unplugged, but then she’d found out it hadn’t been broken at all), and she was too young to have gotten into any serious scraps. No. The moonstone decidedly didn’t understand Doucette’s concerns, but knowing Luka’s guardian had been unhappy helped make her feel less babied by the woman.
“She could not stop me anyway.” Ren lifted her wings slightly, the gesture somewhat indignant.
The Frei smiled at her touch. "We will be safe. You will be safe. I'll protect you so that Doucette doesn't have to worry." The Satyr chuckled and tapped Ren lightly on the nose. For whatever reasons, he was particularly fond of the aurora. Maybe, it was her innocence.
"She just wants you to be safe. Don't blame her too much." Luka stretched out his own wings before leaning back into the seat. "No one wants to see their loved ones hurt." He could understand Doucette and Elai's reluctance. He understood the emotions that they were afraid of. The potential outcomes. "Do you think she'll be safe?" He asked. Doe was a human after all.
The aurora made a noise somewhere between a huff and a grumble. It was louder than just a hefted sigh of air, but mumbling was not befitting for a proper lady and so she muffled it somewhat. Ren had a hard time understanding the emotions and the drive to express them. Once, the girl had attempted to put herself in Doucette’s shoes, but she’d found herself too biased by her own desire to do something and thus siding with herself anyway. Needless to say, the experiment had not been a success.
The tap on her nose brought another smile to her lips, faded somewhat from her thoughts but always brightened by the satyr. “Harrison will protect Doucette,” she said with a shrug. True, things would be difficult if she lost Doucette. It would not be easy to stay in the house and she would need to find someone who could support her financially as she recognized she was too young to find a job (in addition to being unwilling to work for that matter). But would she miss her? On a personal level? It was hard to say. Revontulet had never been faced with the thought and could not bring herself to imagine the possibility.
“And I will protect Luka,” Ren said with a little flick of her ribbon, like a sun-bathing cat letting out a content purr. So she was not strong, but she was determined.
"Harrison?" Luka asked, head cocking slightly to the side. He'd never heard of that person before. Was it another guardian of Ren's? Or, a friend? "Well, as long as she is safe with him then we have nothing to worry about." He said wtih a smile. He had no idea if the parties would actually be split in Doucette's favor, but there was no real reason to bring that up.
When he heard Ren's words, he couldn't help but laugh. "So you'll be my knight in shining armor? Am I the princess then?" A musing smile on his lips, the Satyr flipped his long side forelock and spoke in the highest girliest voice he could muster. "Oh Lord Ren, you're too kind." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around the Aurora's shoulders. "We'll be fine. I won't even have to protect you from anything because nothing bad will happen to us."
Ren’s hand lifted and motioned towards the back of the bus to a car that was following behind. “He is a new guardian, Doucette says.” The moonstone’s tone sounded almost bored, unaffected by the inclusion of another guardian in the Lab. When she’d first met him he’d been shocked at the sight of a raevan, but now he was apparently getting his own. Perhaps finding Kyou was his way of thanking the doctor as well? She wasn’t sure.
At Luka’s high voice and hair flip the girl let out a rather uncharacteristic giggle, covering her mouth with one hand while her bright blue gaze danced under her dark lashes. With the satyr’s arm draped about her she curled up close to him, resting her cheek upon his shoulder and letting her eyes close for but a moment. It felt like Luka didn’t carry the same concern over the doctor’s wellbeing as the others – or at least didn’t let the anxiety override his actions. Revontulet liked that and she draped an arm over his chest to keep that feeling close for just a little while longer. “We can both be princesses. I don’t want to be a knight, I heard they smell bad.”
"Ahhh..." The Satyr said slowly. He didn't press for more detailed, given how ambivalent Ren seemed to be of this new guardian Harrison. After all, he wasn't here to bother her.
When he heard Ren giggle, the Satyr couldn't help but smile bigger. Something about Ren always helped him forget about whatever was bothering him, and he liked that a lot. When the Aurora leaned into him and readed his heard against his chest, he couldn't help but reach to run his fingers through her silky locks. "Well, you can be the princess. And I'll be wizard that shows you how to have a fun time." He snickered and leaned back into the seat. Hopefully, he would be placed with Ren.
He didn't want for her to get hurt.meta solo
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:42 am
A deep blue shimmer entered his peripheral vision, and his eyes snapped upward. The smile lifted, but Rhedefre's eyes were surprised.
"Revontulet," he greeted, stopping himself from asking her directly: what are you DOING here?
The bus was a first for Revontulet, an experience she wasn’t quite sure how to catalogue in her mental storage. Cars had not been a problem for her, and this bus this was not so much a problem as it was simply unique. There were so many people and raevans on it (although Doucette seemed to be nowhere to be found) that she wondered how the bus managed to move at all. Perhaps it was the weightlessness of the creatures it held?
At the sound of her name the neon gaze slipped from its focus out the window to meet the golden hue of the stag’s, a small smile forming upon her lips as she sat up a bit straighter. Something about the ride had made her feel lethargic. It could also be that she was used to sleeping at this time, so early in the morning. “Cesc” she said with a happy murmur, though she wasn’t sure what else to say following. The aurora felt lost in the entire situation, only knowing she wanted to be there. But why?
"How do you do?" asked the stag politely, sinking down to Revontulet's 'seated' level, one of his hands still on the chair back in front of her. He looked around, trying to spy the bright red curls that he was used to seeing accompany the young frei. To his surprise, they were not in the vicinity -- perhaps the small bathroom in the back? "Is Doucette not with you?"
Turning her head slightly, Ren followed his searching gaze, curious as to what exactly he was hoping to find in the enclosed space. “Doucette?” she echoed, before giving a slight shrug of her shoulders, bare minus the small bits of lace that held up the thin cotton of her dress. “She is in the car, following the bus.” A wave of her hand was given, somewhere back there, it seemed to say, as if it wasn’t important.
“She didn’t want me to come.” The usually soft, feminine tone had gotten harder with the stubborn statement and her lips pursed slightly.
Cesc watched the young frei's expressions changing, the stubbornness slowly hardening her chin and gaze. There was an inner strength to Revontulet that sometimes showed itself in unexpected ways, the stag noticed -- it was not hard to see what she was not one to be easily dissuaded.
Still, Cesc did wonder why Doucette felt more comfortable driving behind the bus than being within…
"Well, no matter, then," said Cesc. "You are here, and I am sure you will be a help. It is good of you to come."
Lifting her hand, Ren pushed some of her hair back behind her ear, tucking the curl that caught at her finger in such a way that it seemed to loop up and around like a decorative earring. “I don’t know if I will be any help,” she confessed, turning her gave back to Cesc’s for a long moment, the gaze distant, almost calculating with the way her thoughts filtered behind them, just out of reach.
She did not truly care so much about the doctor or his well being, but she knew better than to open her mouth and confess such thoughts to the warm-hearted stag. He was not really anything to her, except her creator that she’d never met. But to the aurora that meant very little. Abstract concepts were not easily grasped.
“There are so many here,” she said instead, hoping to distract the topic of the search in terms of herself personally.
She was not as worried or anxious as the rest of them, that much was certain. Revontulet, to Cesc, was something of a mystery. She seemed to be locked away, behind a screen, beautiful to the eyes but quite distant… Perhaps she was simply young, he thought. Lovely and vague, like a reflection on the water. Or perhaps that otherworldliness that crowned her appearance ran through her.
But she was here, and that counted for something.
"There are," agreed Cesc with a nod. "Do you know many of them? I suppose there has not been enough time yet to make their acquaintances, all of them."
Revontulet smiled slightly, shifting to fold those ethereal wings down upon her back in smooth, flat panes. Once more her gaze took a moment to linger away from his own, landing upon each raevan in turn. “I know many of them,” she found herself saying in response, the lie coming strangely easy to her lips.
Many was a stretch, though she did indeed recognize more of the figures than perhaps he had assumed. That hallow feeling in her rune, however, prevented her from confessing she was more unfamiliar than she let on. Revon did not want to appear to be the new-kid so to speak, even if she was in truth.
“You seem to know many as well.”
Cesc blinked in slight surprise at her statement, but he had to allow that perhaps Doucette was perhaps overjoyed at showing everyone she knew her new charge -- she had, after all, come to their house quite late that first night. "I do know some… but perhaps this is a good opportunity to meet more."
Such a situation seemed hardly an appropriate time to meet other raevans, considering the high tensions that seemed to run through many of them, but she nodded at Cesc with a small smile all the same and resolved to meet at least one other frei on the bus before they arrived. The chit-chat could relieve some of the anxiety hanging heavy in the bus anyway. “Perhaps,” she mused in her quiet way before finding another, less worrisome topic to discuss with him; such as when they would next go to the amusement park together to ride roller coasters.meta solo
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 12:45 pm
The raven set his backpack down next to him and began the good game of people watching. He looked around the bus, familiarizing himself with the faces of those he knew and didn't. With all these raevans and strong humans finding Dr. Kyou should be easy. Probably by tomorrow night they'd be on their way home with the good doctor in the front seat.
Glancing from person to raevan Reks knew he'd need someone to give him the low down on those he didn't recognize. But for now he was content not knowing. Of course that was until he saw a pretty sea green raven nearby. Who was she?
The aurora did very little in terms of people watching for quite some time. It was difficult for the girl to start up conversations with others, and while everyone chattered with each other so comfortably it made her recognize just how out of her depths she’d felt. Pressuring Doucette to let her come had been solely the desire to be with the other raevans. The general safety and well-being of the man they were travelling towards was as little a concern on her mind as could be.
But the anxiety and unhappiness about the situation amongst the others was almost palpable and she knew better than to voice that lack of disquiet. Additionally, Ren’s thoughts echoed Reks’ own in that with so many people packed onto the bus it should be no difficulty whatsoever to pluck the man from the forest floor and chuck him on the bus within a matter of hours.
After speaking with Luka and Cesc however, Revontulet’s interest in the other raevens she didn’t know had been peaked and she pulled herself out of her seat to explore. First on her list, the frankly massive looking creature quite close to her. With a delicate flutter of her wings the girl moved next to him, the rolling of the bus not a concern for someone who doesn’t have feet.
“Hi,” she said, rather simply and quietly.
Whoever she was, she was coming his way! Reks gasped and quickly sat up in his seat. He wracked his brain to think up something to say as she travelled over and plopped herself down right next to him. He was on a spree of meeting and reuniting with other ravens, this was just another one of those times, but something was a little different about her. The fluttering he felt with Cruz was back with vengeance and he found himself holding his breath in order to squash it.
"Um...uh...h-hi." Reks' squeaked. How humiliating. He coughed to clear his throat and tried again, "Hello, I-I haven't seen you before." The gargoyle smiled and raised his hand to hers now that his voice was back to normal, "I'm Iorek. Ready for an adventure?"
He mentally cringed at this statement. Lame. So lame. Gosh, why couldn't he be cool like some of the other guys and gals on this bus?
“Iorek?” The name was awkward on her lips, the two vowels elongated on her tongue and annunciated with perfection but the second half, ‘rek’, passed over quickly, like a bad word Doucette had scolded her about saying and she had to say it quickly so as not to be caught. His voice was nice though, and the way he talked was interesting, somewhat stuttered but none the less engaging.
Revontulet felt somewhat relaxed about attempting to start a conversation with the other frei now, chiding herself about how it wasn’t as difficult as she’d made it out to be after all. “An adventure...that is the first time someone has described it like that.” The aurora smiled at him, her head turned slightly to the side so she gazed at him more from a three-quarters profile than full on. It gave her something of a mysterious allure, she felt, for it meant her lashes hid part of her eyes.
Women did it all the time in movies.
Motion made her turn her gaze down, away from his face to the hand he’d offered her and eagerly she placed her hand lightly in his. The usually warm, soft skin was expected but what she found was nothing so ordinary. For once the careful mask slipped and the look she gave him was one of shock.
Only for a moment though. A lady should never let her jaw hang open like that!
“You feel...” she started, but didn’t know how to finish.
Iorek's ears twitched as she said his name and he chuckled, "It's an unusual name, I suppose. Course it suits a guy with all these extra uh...accessories." He gestured to all of him while trying his best not to stare at this unknown lass. "A lot of people just call me Reks." Perhaps that was easier? Although that was the part she hopped over quickly so maybe it wasn't a good idea.
Her smile was just as lovely and Iorek caught himself staring. She was like a girl out of a movie. Such a coy look fit right in with the movie stars. He gulped and did his best to not become a nervous nelly. Goodness this was just like earlier with Cruz. All of these funny feelings swirling around that he couldn't control.
Thankfully, Reks remembered to smile back at her, "Well, it's better than saying a search an rescue. Kind of a bummer when you address it like that." So why would you even bring it up? Reks scolded himself at such an obvious error.
What brought him back to attention was her hand resting in his. But instead of just shaking and going back to talking, she kept her hand against his with a look of concern. That wasn't a good sign. Reks leaned back as if to pull himself away from the trouble but he didn't tug away his hand. He still kept their hands resting on each other.
"Is..um..is everything okay?" Although once more he too was feeling something different about her. Just like him she didn't have the warmth or smell of other raevans. Her scent and the feel of her peculiar skin against his made him think of stone. But it was not a kind he was familiar with. Not the forest, not the ocean, not even the mountain rocks. Perhaps a rock from the arctic? Cool and refreshing? At least that's what he imagined they'd smell like. But it wasn't like he could just ask her why she was odd. Such a question would lead to a slap. So instead, he was content to just sit there with her, even if it was a little bit awkward, and wait to see if she could find this hard to place word.
Revon let out a light laugh at the comment of his name. His name was odd? Try having a Finnish name that meant fox fire. Very early on the girl had learned that were Doucette to be entered into a game show where she had to name something creatively, she would be the first to be eliminated. “There is nothing wrong with your name,” she said, unwilling to admit the only problem was that they were sounds she’d never experimented with before – not together like that at least. “Reks,” the aurora repeated for practice, the ‘reh’ sound coming out breathy but firm while the k and s seemed to meld together, a sharp rise at the end of the k and a sighed s.
"I like your...accessories,” Ren said politely, actually somewhat intrigued by them. He was so...unique, utterly different from humans and even the other raevans. If the aurora had so desired, she could have melted in with the humans, her hair oddly coloured but otherwise achieved with little effort on behalf of some chemicals. The only accessory worth mentioning, her pale, effervescent wings, lofted lightly behind her, a silent sign of the girl preening as she noticed him staring. But she didn’t make a comment. Vanity was more of a secret sin for the newborn. “Yes, adventure is the perfect word for it.”
His hand though...his hand felt smooth and firm, cool to the touch, pliable but without the same squishy sort of texture she’d become so familiar with. True, many of the raevan’s had varying temperatures, but Reks had a ‘problem’ more acutely similar to hers.
“No,” she said sharply, her voice slightly louder in anxiety as he attempted to lean away from her. Despite his obviously larger frame and her general lack of strength she still attempted to pull him closer to her. Fingers caressed along the palm of his hand but the other hand, free to wander, reached up to touch his face, curiosity not willing to wait for the polite response of asking permission first. She had to know if he only felt that way there, on his hands, or if it was a ‘condition’ all over like hers.
“You feel like me,” she breathed.
"Ah! There you go." Reks encouraged as she said his nickname. "So, you could call me that if you'd like...or Iorek...o-or both. Whatever you like." He laughed nervously and shrugged his shoulders as he shifted back 'n forth. The poor boy was resembling a bashful cartoon character more and more. If a stuttered 'Gwarsh' left his lips, then that'd be the icing on the cake of this not-intended impression.
"Heh, you're too kind..." Reks' cheeks burned as she lavished him with sweet words left and right. "I um, like your accessories too. Your wings are really pretty." And so are you. But he wasn't going to say it, that'd just be weird.
As they sat and held hands, Iorek tried to think about what she was. A raevan of course, but far more similar to his make-up than someone like LuLu or Luka. Yet whatever she came from must of been polished to perfection because she was the beauty to his beast.
Reks was like putty in her grasp. She wanted him to get closer? Certainly. He scooted as close as she needed him, happy to let their ribbons weave in and out. His chest was fluttering and cheeks a glow just by holding hands. Imagine the feeling he had when her free hand glided up to rest on his cheek.
Now, while Ren was a lady who knew to close her mouth when it hang in surprise, Reks just left his parted. "Y-Yes. You're like m-me." He somehow managed to croak but no other words came to back up this pitiful response.
Oh dear....
“You can call me Revon...or Ren if you like,” she said in reply, though the nicknames were not given with enthusiasm. Although when asked the young frei would have said she did not mind being called anything, as long as she knew she was being addressed, if pressed she would have admitted to liking her full name. Listening to the unique cadence upon other people’s tongue was a wonderful experience since no two people ever said it quite the same way.
As if they had minds of their own her wings lofted on her back and gave a little twitter of excitement, a quick 1-2-3 pattern before growing idle but still outstretched. “They are ok,” she said with a small smile, not sure how to take the compliment.
With the larger frei moving closer to her the moonstone let out a soft sigh, her lashes fluttering slightly as if distracted by his proximity. Revon’s wings shivered slightly at the touch of his ribbon and she eagerly let them twine together absently, coiling and unwinding as if caught in an errant breeze. More than anything the girl loved touch. One could say she craved it even, and Reks’ willingness to abide by it was only going to earn him more of the same.
Fingers brushed slow and delicate over his features, caressing his jawline before drifting up to touch at his cheekbone. With a soft, tinkling laugh she moved her hand to his mouth, touching a finger to his lips lightly as they lay there, parted and surprised.
“Why are you like me?” she asked, curious as she leaned into him, still holding his hand like a child who was learning the values of safety in life. It didn’t occur to her that it may have been that she was like him – the darker raevan certainly older than her few months. Revon dropped her hand under his chin, brushing across his neck lightly, exploring with subtle precision.
"Revon, Ren, I like both ways." It was nice name. Simple and sweet. An added bonus was that her name was fairly easy for him to pronounce. Thankfully, a name such as hers, wouldn't leave him floundering to say it. Boy, a lot of fun will be had when he learns her full name.
At how fast Reks was changing colors, one would think he was made of a mood ring instead of stone. This was just all too surreal for him. He was meeting a raevan with a similar gift, make-up, gene, or whatever you'd want to call it. Finally he'd found another stone raevan. Just like the animal kingdom, the female got all the looks while the male got...stuff? Iorek resisted a snort when he noticed this weird thought. Jeez, he was turning into a frazzled mess.
Still, having a girl lavishing this kind of attention on him was rare. She wasn't just any girl either, but one that must have emerged from the silver screen. How Ren carried herself was just like a movie star, graceful and poised.
Suddenly that casual hand resting against his face was moving. Careful fingers glided over his skin and traced his angular features. Now it was time for Reks to sigh and just listen to her airy laugh. Did their bus crash? Was it all a dream?
His lips trembled and closed after he realized they'd been open since Revon began her exploration of his face. Unfortunately shutting his mouth made it all the more difficult to answer her question as she drew closer and closer to him. He grunted and gulped down whatever was obstructing his speech so he could speak. Course how his voice sounded, gurgled and weak, made him wish it had gone missing for good. "I-I-I don't...k-k-know?" Unconsciously he leaned into her touch and slowly moved his head to give her better access. "I..I suppose we're made up of similar materials? Umm..if..if you know what that means?" If she didn't know that then how old was this raevan? This curiosity of hers to explore his form did fit that of a young freis. But it wasn't like he knew every single raevan in the lab, perhaps she had just gone unnoticed over the years?
“You’re also aurora?” she asked, an obvious confusion settling over her features. Rivener had given the newborn a digital picture frame filled with a myriad of photos of the aurora, but Reks looked nothing like the pictures she’d seen. Really, he didn’t even look like her despite feeling similar.
But Revon wasn’t aware that a raeven was made of more than one thing. Doucette had been nervous about telling the girl that her soul was nothing more than a beautiful rock and so when the frei had found out that she was made of something, the redhead had given up only half the information.
It seemed though that the question of why they were so similar was growing to be a distant thought on the girl’s mind, for the way he reacted to her touch delighted her more than the answers she got about their genetic make-up. Shifting slightly, Ren took his arm and adjusted it so it was draped around the back of her shoulder, less desirous of him holding her (though it was an excellent bonus!) and more in hopes of getting closer to him, inspecting him further.
Leaning into him, the girl’s fingers continued to explore, brushing his long hair back from his face and smiling when it slipped through her fingers. His horns, too, were inspected curiously, the frei giving a light flutter of her wings so she might rise a bit higher to inspect them. Once done with that she ‘sat’ back down, the tail end of her ribbon wrapping gently with his.
“You are very dashing Iorek,” Revontulet complimented, using the term she found most endearing and more flattering than handsome. All the little bits of him that were different and unique, and the bits that were so very similar to her. Ren wanted to explore every inch at least a hundred times. How long would this bus ride last? Would they be in the same team? The girl’s rune gave a sick pulse at the thought of having to part with the gargoyle and she managed to press closer to him, her lashes lowered in a sad expression. “Iorek,” she repeated, a soft coo, before leaning up and giving him a light kiss, just on the corner of his mouth, almost his cheek.meta solo
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 12:47 pm
[META: The Meaning of Fear]
Who: Revontulet, Eiry, Zul, Alex and Doucette
I met a new sigel and my hair caught on fire. Not pleased.
Thank god Zul had a brain to get us out of there!
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:38 pm
Revontulet and Doucette return home
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:39 pm
"You need any cream for that?" Harrison asked as he gently tossed a few sugar packets to the table. The faint freckles covering his cheeks followed the contours of his chin and dimples as he gave Doucette a winning smile- sliding into the seat across from her.
The pilot concentrated for a spell, one and a half sugars, no cream, in a medium roast coffee. He'd just gotten off of the nosebleed early shift with Homeland Security and needed this cup of motivation to make it home without crashing. Safety levels of his endearingly labeled 'Grandpa car' aside- he didn't think he'd make it through another crash.
"Lookitchu," He raised his brows and took a sip of coffee, "You look nice."
"Nah," she said with a bit of a smile, her curls bouncing around her face as she shook her head, the kinks of them just as wild as slinkies in miniature - no control. She did, however, take a few of the sugar packets that were left over after he finished creating his own concoction, her eyes watching over the rim of the cup as she sipped it to test for optimal sweetness.
"Do I?" Doucette asked, appearing to be genuinely startled at the statement. She felt as though another day with her young students had left not only her clothes looking worn out but herself as well. But she adored her students and was already dreading the downtime she'd have over Christmas break when they were all at home. "Thanks for that then," she managed, blushing an unfortunate shade of red.
"Yeah... The nail--" He paused, obviously losing the word and gesturing to Doucettes dainty fingers cupping her mug, "colors, it's nice. Big fan."
He smiled again, making a startled face. He has definitely burnt his tongue- whoops. Granted the coffee was hot, but it was also caffeinated. That was a priority. Made even more evident by the large startling yawn that the aviator was only just able to hide behind a fist.
"Sorry! Early morning, Warrant to go arrest some sick b*****d. Three counts of kiddy porn." He made a face into his paper cup and glanced up at her, "But. I got another 3.2 hours clocked so. There's that."
Putting down her cup Doe inspected her fingers, a curious sight for shouldn't she have known what color they were? "Thank you," she murmured after a moment, casting her eyes to the side somewhat and returning her good hand to the gentle warmth of the mug on the table.
It was obvious that he had burnt his tongue...that face was not one people made often and it was not one she'd even wish to see on an enemy's face, let alone the pilot's. The yawn made it apparent why the attempt had been made, but her lips pouted slightly, parting as if to say something before closing once more. Say something like what anyway?
The frown deepened considerably at his words, brows furrowing and shadowing her gaze. "Did you get him?" Her voice seemed very cold, very unlike her usual pitch which floated somewhere along with Disney princesses.
Harrison shrugged and pointed to the ceiling indicating her was in charge of aerial support and camera recording. Leaning back in his chair. Sick ******** like this weren't hard suspects at all really, "Yeah... three counts- looking at hefty jail time. Officer went to the back, the front, knocked and said- "hey we've got a warrant, let us in to search the place or we'll act upon the warrant. Guy let them in, confessed. Boom. Pretty cut and dry..."
He scrunched his face. Talking shop was probably not what Doucette wanted to hear, especially since she was the one asked on this meeting. He should probably be a more charming host. And this meant keeping sick losers he arrested out of the story. His forehead wrinkled in earnest as he splayed his hands on the table.
"So! In other news, lighter note... I just.. yenno wanted to check in how you were fairing after the jungle. I was kinda worried when I didn't see or hear from ya"
The woman's face cleared as he affirmed that the man wasn't going to be a threat, but it didn't return to a sunny disposition quite yet. There were still others out there, that much she knew. Shame that people could do such horrible things to innocents. "Good."
But she didn't mind talking with him about shop. His job seemed very exciting and different, somewhere out there where things actually happened. Her change to a teaching position had been the best life choice she'd ever made, but it was still very routine, if not day-to-day then certainly from year to year.
"The jungle..." Doe repeated with a sigh, not sure how to even answer the unspoken question. "Sorry, I...I don't know how to answer you Harrison." Turning her head she stared out the window for a long moment, reminding herself that the jungle was a long, long ways away. "I failed a lot of people," she finished after a long moment.in progress
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 3:41 pm
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