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 Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2016 9:59 pm
Ikkio (Post 5) :
~~~~~~~~~~There were many ways, indeed, that this could play out. That sweet face, that innocent, cheerful expression... it was Ikuri. Ikuri all the way. But did it hide some sort of vengeful darkness? Would an outstretched hand become a push off a tree? It was what she would do, could do, had done, after all. "That's a lot of lanterns." she commented. How many was she stringing up? Five? Ten? Why? "They're really well made." she eyed her, thoughtfully, "Are you sure this is your first time making them?" Maybe it just looked like Ikuri. Just like Ikuri. Maybe it was all some sort of trick, to get her to tell what she'd done. No - never. She never would. That would be stupid. But if Ikkio had any doubts in her mind that this was Ikuri - and she did, because how could that be - then the last question settled it. She looked over the girl, taking in every detail, every movement, the voice, the eyes, the hair, the crystals. "I think so." she said slowly. "I think so." she said, more certainly. "I'm Ikkio." she hesitated, watching the girl's reaction before asking, "What's your name?" Zumurundi's joyful enthusiasm was dampened by his mistresses arrival. His tongue still lolled, his back still arched into the petting, but his luminous eyes were pleading as they stared at his mistress. He didn't want her to hurt this one again. Please, he seemed to say, don't hurt her. Ikkio ignored him. She needed to know - to confirm. Was this her sister? And what did she know?
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 11:13 am
Xilarn
Post: 5'Derisive' or not, Xilarn hadn't expected this to be among the things Damissan found genuinely offensive. Maybe just by sheer virtue of the fact that he was only being playfully teasing and not aggressively so. He hummed a soft note and tapped the tip of his finger to the center of the young man's chest. "I can't imagine why anyone would," Xil retorted, skating his digit up the span of Damis' chest to her shoulder. "You aren't royalty." Over his shoulder to brush up the side of his neck. "You haven't done the world any great service." Against his cheek. "The only reason I can think of," He poked Damis' forehead. "is for your enjoyment, and I suppose that's as good a reason as any."
With a smug smile, he crossed his arms behind his head and stamped down the temptation to ask if he looked like he'd been around for 'so many of them.' Because surely it wasn't that bad. He couldn't possibly look terribly old. It wasn't worth his mood, though. A muted, "Not too many," slipped from his lips before he shrugged.
"I'd say I was being mature about the whole situation, actually," Xilarn informed his companion. "No games, no lies, no run-around. I'm stating in very easy terms the precise reason for why I'm doing what I'm doing. And in that vein, I feel completely justified in saying that I have a very minimal interest in hearing you complain. So, if you're really so childish that you can't share without doing so, you may keep your snacks to yourself."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 2:36 pm
Aylin, Post 4
Aylin wondered how Volka knew the intimidating ice earthling ahead of them, maybe they were related with how familiar they were? Her attention was brought back by questions directed towards her though, “Oh, I don’t live in Sol, but I live nearby in Ast. It would be great to train more with people other than my mentor, Oba really was my first experience matched against opponents who didn’t use magic, so any extra experience is more than welcome.” They picked their way further into the canopy, “So do you also live nearby?”
She placed her lantern gingerly among the others present and sent with it one more prayer to Serin for closure. This year she was determined to find out what had happened to her parents; and while she hoped she wouldn’t have to travel far, she was more resolute than ever to fill this hole in her heart.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:54 am
Shima Post 3 One would say guessing by her attitude she was quite spoiled. Crossing her arms over her chest she pouted as games were denied to her. Fine they were heading towards food she supposed she could deal with that...or...she could sneak off and go ...look at the games. Yeah she wouldn't play them she would just...go take a good look. A smile spread across her face as she allowed herself to fall back so that she was hanging behind her family. All she needed was an opening and then she could sneak off. She knew she would get in more trouble, but that hardly seemed to dissuade her. As everyone continued forward she went to turn and felt a hand on her shoulder. Stiffening she sighed, the grip was a strong one and no doubt it was her Alkidike mother who had a hold on her. "I promise..I was ..just going to go take a peek..." She managed with a wry smile.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 8:06 am
Jerarda Post 3 She new perhaps better than anyone, even Shima herself how her daughter was compulsive and often didn't think things through. So whilst they were moving onwards towards the food she was keeping watch on her third and rather immature child. Needless to say, it was quite easy to pick out that smile, the fact she was trying to drop back and allow the rest of the family to move on without her. She didn't move until Shima attempted to leave and she had turned rather abruptly her hand coming out and latching onto her daughters slim shoulder. Her expression was of smoldering. She was so angry with Shima at the moment that it was taking all her effort to not explode at her. "Shima...you understand that you are in trouble right? That you were trying to sneak off means you are disrespecting your mothers and their authority." Jerarda's voice was deep, bridling with anger. It was obvious she was trying to keep her cool but was just barely able to contain it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 12:24 pm
Damissan
Post: 5As Xilarn’s finger prodded at him—and then proceeded to trace its way up his body, Damissan blinked, and flushed, heat crawling up him unbidden and prickling under the path Xilarn’s finger left: up his shoulder, up his neck, to his cheek. He stared, but eventually managed to give a (distressingly) small, strangled grunt of a sound. “My enjoyment—” Damissan cleared his throat again, and his volume increased, equalizing out to something more akin to ‘normal.’ “I can agree with you on that point. My enjoyment is an incredibly valid reason to pursue something. And…” He spared a glance to the other man, then shook his head. “I offered to complain only on your behalf if that would make the experience of stealing from me more enjoyable. Since I already offered to purchase you another myself it should be obvious enough that I don’t feel an immediate pressing need to complain more. You’re welcome to…” ‘ …my food, if you’re hungry…’ was what he ought to have said, and yet, “…put your mouth anywhere you like, so far as I am concerned. You are very mature and must have a good sense of what to do with it without my help or hindrance.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 5:41 pm
Lixes - Post 9 Lixes slid to a halt, stumbling a bit, but kept from falling before he looked at his brother. He starred up at him for a moment, bouncing in place, before he said, "Huh? Oh... hmm..." Did he want to go and play games with Drexl? He glanced in the direction that he knew his parents and brother were in before he gave a nod of his head, "Hmm... sure, but only a couple games. We don't want to be late. You know they will worry if we come in later then we said that we'd be." There was a somewhat strict curfew after all set by his parents who wanted to protect them. "Just a couple games should be alright." He told his brother, giving him a smile before looking around the area, then pointed, "Come on, we will start with that strength testing game. The moment I saw it earlier I thought that someone your size would do the best at it!" He said before he caught Drexl's hand in his, pulling him toward where the game was set up. Playing a few games would be fine, so long as they were late, so he meant to see his much bigger brother try out the test of strength! He was certain that he'd be the best at it! After that though they would head home.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 6:09 pm
Ikuri Post #5Ikuri couldn't help but giggle at her comment. She was feeling so jovial because of the event that she got carried away by it! "Heehee! I guess I just have a loooooooot of prayers..." When Ikkio complimented her lanterns her grin grew wider. "You really think so? Thank you!! I really tried my best, I'll probably make a few more... I think I'm missing a few people." She said as she thoughtfully looked at her horde of lanterns for a second then looked back at her. Ikuri shook her head. "Pretty sure I haven't! Back in Zena we don't really do any of this." Which was sad, making lanterns was fun! Ikuri looked at Zumu for a second, taking notice he looked worried. Was he worried about the other's presence? The more she overthought the stranger the situation was getting, she couldn't say she felt uncomfortable but... Why did she feel so certain they had met before? Both of them felt so. Ikuri began to feel guilty, not remembering the other was starting to kill her slowly once Ikkio say they might have met. Sure she had forgotten a few things after... well... the fall-- when that horrid monster pushed her off a cliff. During that time she had desperately searched for her identity, and sometime after she gave up on it all-- there was no hope, thus her trick was to forget about what she had lost in order to move on... and she learned to go on with what she had left. She was proud of that, and at the same time angry at herself for doing so. Then, suddenly, as the girl said her name a cold chill ran down her spine. She knew that name... She's heard it before. "Ikkio..." She said thoughtfully then looked back at the girl and gave her a small smile-- trying her best to shake off the feeling. "Nice to meet you-- er- again!" Ikuri giggled. "My name is Iku-" She paused for a second thinking she probably was going to tell her one of her other labels she has had in the past. Just how many did she had? The hybrid shook her head slightly apologetic. "I'm Sentha! And this radaku is... Well... I still need to look for his owner... Oh! Maybe you could help me? So you and I can catch up while we search?" This was an excellent idea! What better way to catch up with someone she probably knew? She laughed softly. "I just can't imagine how worried his owner might be! Isn't he cute?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:59 pm
Jerami - Post 3 Jerami glanced around between each of his family members, fiddling with his hair for a moment, before he turned his attention to the food that was sitting before him. He gave a bit of a smile, lifting up his spoon to blow on it, before he started to eat the stew slowly. It was really good stuff, wasn't it? He didn't think he'd ever had this sort of stew before and found himself wondering around all of the ingredients. He set to eating slowly, trying to figure out the different vegetables that were in the stew, as well as the spices, wondering if he might be able to recreate it later. At the mention of making lanterns he lifted his eyes to stare for a moment, glancing between his mothers, antennae twitching, "We will be able to make lanterns?" The fact that they would be allowed to do that was exciting to him. He wanted to make a lantern! To make it all pretty and then see it when it was glowing! Something that made his meal a little faster so that he would be able to get to the lantern making part of the festival... for the moment forgetting about all about trying to recreate the stew for now. "Do we each get to make a lantern?" He didn't mind making a lantern with the help of his sisters, but it would definitely not be a cohesive design. Hopefully the Moon Goddess Serin wouldn't mind that. Surely not, so long as it was able to glow that should do the trick. Meaning they would need to get to work on them so they once everyone was done with their meals.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:16 pm
Volkarosh (Post 6) :
~~~~~~~~~~Volkarosh nodded. "My mother and I actually live in Ast... Do you know Sauron?" she named the spearman, "We live with him." Well, her and her brother did. Sometimes, Iroia went hunting. Sometimes their father went to Chibale. Sometimes Ruelash was there, sometimes he wasn't. She was getting used to this - and to Jauhar itself. She looked to Ondine. "If we all live in Ast, then we should definitely get together for some training." And friends. Friends were important, and she didn't have many outside of the extended family. And she never could shake the feeling that - aside from Lashy - she barely knew any of them.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 10:31 am
Xilarn
Post: 6He might have passed off the fact that Damissan looked uncomfortable as a trick of the light. Between the trees and their shadows and the growing amount of flickering candles popping up, that didn't seem to be too great a stretch of the imagination. He had less excuse for the initially uncharacteristic tone of his companion's voice. Later, he might put a little more thought into it, but not now. Xilarn grinned. "Of course you agree," he hummed on a chuckle. "Selfish boy. Here I thought you were trying to work on that..."
But it didn't sound like it, and Xil had never been especially convinced from the start.
From the corner of his eye, he watched Damis, his own smile still in place, but lids narrowed just fractionally as he tried to process the words in any other way than how he was sure they were intended. He couldn't. So Xil scoffed instead and rolled his shoulders. "Probably no more sense than you, I'm sure, considering the great deal of practice you have running yours."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 4:15 pm
Damissan
Post: 6“I—mmmm…” Despite his best intentions, Damissan trailed off all but before his initial response had begun, and instead took a moment to survey his company as the other man spoke, before turning his attention back out to the milling crowds. The lanterns looked all the more like ornate, floating fireflies the closer night came, and while different, certainly, from the grandeur and showiness of the Oban royal procession, the shifter festival and all the hubbub that came with it was, in its own way, entrancing. Pleasant, even. And, he was not sure he would ever become fully desensitized to the way their deep, rocky-gray skin shifted to match the moon as the evening waned. Damissan made mental note that next time he encountered one of the equally undeniable unpleasant and potential fatal attributes of the great jungle, he ought to remember that it had at least some enjoyable portions. A corner of his lip tipped up, wine-red eyes lighting again with amusement at Xilarn’s closing comment—or concession, the way Damis chose to take it in that moment. “No more than me,” he repeated. “Equally adept at managing our mouths for one purpose or another.” As his humored, cocked smile stretched into a full grin, he took a bite from what remained of his festival purchase. “I live with that assessment.” And then, because the moment seemed apt as they made it to a small ‘opening’ in the trees — not enough to affect the canopy, but cleared so that instead of tree trunks, there was space for the lanterns to be hung broadly across stretches between the trees — Damissan paused where they were to observe the scene. “You being the wise and experienced party here, what do you do at shifter festivals if not parade and drink excessively enough to make poor decisions? Do they dance?”
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 6:00 pm
Xilarn
Post: 7At this point, Xilarn simply wasn't sure what more he could add to the conversation without also expressly imagining what precisely Damissan's mouth was 'adept' at doing, aside from talking. Pressing the subject was a treacherous risk, likely at least as much so as actually looking at the younger man. He didn't have to see his grin to hear the smug in Damis' voice, and Xil adamantly fixed his focus elsewhere. A mother and her very bouncy son fitting their lantern to a branch.
He wondered how close Akiyal was to returning home. Halfway done with his trip, no doubt, and maybe already on his way back to Sauti. Which is probably what Xilarn should've been doing, himself. He wasn't, but he should. A sigh slipped from him, followed by a shake of his head.
Since he'd previously expressed that he hadn't been to any Shifter festivals, Xilarn didn't actually know what sort of answer Damis expected in regards to the moon peoples' traditions. 'Sure, they dance. Look at all the dancing going on.' He snorted. Judging on just what he knew from his current endeavors, Xil suspected it was more of a religious holiday than anything else. So likely as much a waste of time as any Oban celebration, but at least it was more peaceful. "I think they pray, something else you should strive to be more practiced in. Or perhaps just beg their moon goddess for hope and blessings."
He didn't know. Or care.
"But you, being you, probably shouldn't have too much difficulty convincing a pretty gray-skinned woman that you're worth her time for the remainder of the night. Because if I remember correctly, you do have a fondness for them, don't you." He gave a dismissive wave of his hand out toward the clearing. "Go on, then, Damissan. Don't stay out too late."
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 10:08 pm
Drexl- Post 9 Drexl blinked at his brother. A game of strength...he wasn't so sure about that one. Their Papa was plenty strong, he wasn't up to that level yet. With a sigh Drexl decided to let his brother drag him along. He did suggest a game after all...why not let it be something of his more energetic siblings choice? "We won't be late getting home." Drexl assured his brother as he was led to the game. "Besides, Dad and Papa know we want to have fun here just as much as they do!" he smiled. Confident in his faith of his Fathers. Though...he slowly looked up to the moon. A little hope for divine intervention never hurt anyone....right?
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 11:01 am
Damissan
Post: 7Better at praying. “You know, I wasn’t aware that praying took a great deal of ‘practice’ in order to perfect the art, particularly since I founded this religion. Surely I know enough how to go about praying and when under a set of rules I created.” ‘ Or am in the process of contemplating and eventually proceeding to continue writing down. One day.’ Prayer had never been a cornerstone of Damissan’s life or habits in his youth, and admittedly it was likely true that he ought to make some amendments in that regard if he was going to pursue the path of a priest or prophet. But it all seemed unnecessary to contemplate overly much at the current moment. He did meditate on most mornings. That would suffice for now. “Besides, I–” Gray-skinned woman. Damissan shot his company a look, and debated for a long stretch of a moment whether or not to proceed offended. It didn’t seem worth it. So, he shrugged, smile returning. “And here I thought we were having such a delightful conversation amongst ourselves. I had a fondness for one at least, yes, and I suppose…” Eyes trailing after one particularly ‘pretty’ gray-skinned woman, his grin stretched, “…I don’t find them unappealing, and I can’t deny company would be welcome, particularly in light of such an important…” He made a vague, waving hand gesture, “…‘event’ about…whatever it’s about. If anyone saw fit to have me for the ‘remainder of the night’ that would entail lateness.” He tipped his head. “I hope you won’t miss me too terribly.” With that, Damissan took the ‘hint’ and left the older man to whatever pursuits he saw fit to engage in. While he didn’t plan on seeking live company of any intimate nature out, certain invasive thoughts of the company he couldn’t avoid did choose to stick with him for the remainder of the evening, and into the waning night.
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