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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:19 pm
These people. Just never thought about what came out of their mouth until after it was out there. Grand old time to be had tormenting Three Eyes about that.
They went no higher at that point, gliding away from town now with the occasional powerful stroke to keep them afloat - ugh... he'd never carried anything quite this big while flying. Hadn't done that much flying period. This wasn't going to last.
Not like he needed it to.
"I dunno," he laughed, "Is it?" allowing room and time for the innuendo to carry - hey, he hadn't started it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:24 pm
What, was the fight over? It had ended too quickly. Though, he figured that, since he couldn't fly, he had lost. He gripped on, still, and glanced down, narrowing his eyes. Not responding to the male's smart assed response, he huffed out stubbornly, and shivered.
Lovely. He was between a rock and a hard place. Pretty much screwed. "...Where the hell are you going?" He questioned, though it would be better to add 'taking us' instead of just 'you'.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:28 pm
"Kinda been waiting for you to figure that out, Sammie," he drawled, shifting his hold on the unicorn such that there were bare moments of the weightless fall interspersed with support - not half so bad as it would've been if the vampire wasn't clinging so much.
This high up the ground seemed to pass so much faster - the edge now, reached the vast expanse of field and woods between here and the next town - or city. Weird how unpopulated this place could get between civilization.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:31 pm
He refrained himself from cursing anymore, or letting out any startled noises when he felt like he was going to fall. Damnit...he felt so helpless. He felt as if he should just let go, and see what Marks would do if he fell.
But, he kept himself clinging, arm that had been gripping onto the other's hair lowers down to hold onto the fabric covering his shoulder--feeling waaayyy to vulnerable right now. That bugged him. Too much.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:35 pm
No suggestions? That was something of a buzz killer. Bored now. Nothing worth commenting on directly, though. He had control of the situation here, and that entertained him quite a bit. Changed something almost... monumentally for a moment. Because for almost a year there'd been boredom or ineffectuality. And now there was this. A fight and a threat. Fun times.
Spying something that fit the bill of his entertainment without ruining it for good, Marks navigated them in the direction of a small lake, "You a swimmer?" he asked nonchalantly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:40 pm
Oh dear lord.
He glanced down at the rushing foliage of the forests and grasses...then saw the blue. Samael blinked, and gripped on tighter. No, no, he really wasn't a swimmer. he could swim, but he'd rather not. Cold...not good, no.
He growled a bit, "Dont you dare.." He hissed, baring his fangs up at him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:45 pm
A thought occurred to him, that he could prolong the moment by carrying on with 'dare', demand a 'truth' instead - but really, what was the point in that? How much did you need to know about someone to--okay, never mind, backing off that topic.
And more to the point, "Dare what?" he asked innocently before letting go with a twist in midair, throwing the vampire off his neck and letting him down, crashing down towards the water below.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:04 am
This looked like the place and he dare not reimmerse into the jumbled thoughts of his twins mine in fear of losing what control he had. He had not woken till a few months had past and yet had time to place the chaotic thoughts into orderly files which could be viewed in ease. Submerging himself would mean the voices clambering for his attention would tear at his concentration and could become physical pain. No..he would not go there.
The fox was dressed more subdued then normal. A Victorian style paper boy cap concealed his hair and a coat of makeup covered the purple mask banding across his eyes. A long sleeved shirt of sage and a pair of black jeans with a belt and boots. God they itched his feet and he felt a sense of loss not having his flesh touch the ground. No..the voices could have more power then. They where dulled now that so much of his flesh was covered.
Scion rubbed the arm with that tattoo in reflex before walking inside, and waiting.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 11:26 am
Leaving the premises was a terrible idea. Thus was the sum of what Eden had learned from his 'adventure'. Better to deal with work, waiting for a teacher whose existence he was beginning to doubt and a grumpy colleague than to risk further meetings with other maniacs such as that multi-colored vampire fox. The one that'd bitten him. No fond memories there.
The worst part of the debacle remained that he couldn't stop thinking about it. Not in the good way, certainly, just... it occupied his mind from dawn til dusk and til dawn again, driving him to frustration and near tears whenever no distractions arose to save him from the memory. It had been terrible. Insulting. Unbelievable. Unbelievable. They let people--creatures like that walk the streets? He'd begun to understand Peregrine's general distaste for society at large...
With all this in mind, Eden had settled gratefully into a routine of work at M'lady's, taking more into his responsibility than had ever been assigned him before and refusing the option of days off. He'd reluctantly let go the position of m'aitre'd, seeing as M'lady's already had one in its employ. But he'd insisted on remaining ever on duty in the front rooms, desperate for some opportunity to be useful - but more importantly, in control.
It was in this vein of thought that Eden, curled in his now usual seat at the corner closest to the door, entirely failed to recognize his attacker. The image he'd re-conjured of Skittles was monstrous and involved hideous, red eyes. Nothing like this be-shoe'd, apparently un-tattooed young man that slipped through the door. Sensing no oddness to the new arrival - not that he could've if he'd tried, his only judge of oddness being his five natural senses - Eden remained still and surreptitious, eyes travelling over the crowd in a habit he'd been told to break because for God's sake he was making the customers edgy. He hadn't listened.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 3:51 pm
Black hair, dark eyes that always seemed moving, dusky color scales, kind of cute Scion had to admit. In a scaly sort of way. Not his usual type but nice...and the voices where talking again adding to the appeal.
He walked slowly towards the lamia not wanting to scare him again. He vivial recalled the snake though outweighing him had attempted to hide rather then fight. Scion was more dangerous then Skittles. He coughed softly trying to get the lamia attention. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier if you would accept words in light of what I did to you." Skittles did to you; he had been dormant during the scuffle, yet, it seemed right to apologize. Skittles would not have mostly because the event was over with..
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 4:58 pm
In his mind's eye, Eden had a spectacularly acute danger sense. In reality, the falsehood of this belief could be summed up in the fact that lamia absolutely failed to notice Skittles' approach or even his identity until he had crossed the distance between them and already gotten through half of his apology. The second half of the apology was dissolved in Eden's wide-eyed stare, long lashes still shadowing dark eyes though the initial reaction of fear covered by an icy anger. Between the inattentiveness and shock, he caught not a word.
"You!" he hissed, more pathetically and melodrmatically than he would've wanted - but who could control his voice under the sudden, stressful return of that which you'd considered absolutely behind you so long as you remained indoors? Where he was. Eden recoiled somewhat belatedly, glaring in what he considered intimidating but was really more just plain sulky. "What are you doing here?" he went on, ever more frustrated by the stupidity of his words. Couldn't he manage a little wit under duress?
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 7:29 pm
Scion swallowed the urge to laugh at the pitiful hiss, fighting the urge to smile and won. Keeping his face dead pan he replied, “I came to apologize to you about my twins behavior. We share the same body and that a long story.” He waved his hand off in the air. “My name is Scion and I’m the calmer of the two so I will not attack you, try to feed from you, or spontaneously hug you.”
“I admit you’re cute but love you’re not my type to be feeding from,” Scion grinned amusement adding a shine to his eyes. “Besides that I’m here for a drink. Want one? On me.” The voices where at it again and the Lamia was looking better all the while..damn the voices. Why did the plants have to keep demanding things from him now? “Maybe a meal.”
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 7:48 pm
He was back to incredulity. Amazing how fast he could rocket to that emotion, considering the oddities he dealt with on a daily basis. But that story, coming from the mouth of someone he considered not only dangerous but creepily child-like? He hadn't pegged Skittles for someone able to pronounce a word like 'spontaneously'.
"What?" he said finally, breaking the dumb silence with an equally dumb retort, for what the response lacked in verbal acuity it more than made up for in razor-sharp tone. It was simply unfathomable - first that, well, the story itself was fairly bizarre. Second, you didn't just dump all that information on a stranger! Eden knew danger and he knew things got even more dangerous when someone knew things about you. Which meant that, if this 'Scion' thing - personality - he wasn't sure, it sounded... different, from the monster - really was... well, it seemed likely he was lying through his teeth. About something. Eden couldn't understand why. He inched slightly farther away, giving the fox a hard, almost petrified look. What. The. Hell.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 7:58 pm
Scion tilted his head and burst into laugher, warm bubbling laughter that trickled down into a soft purring sound. "You are weird and I am going to get a drink." He gave Eden a nod and strolled to the bar to order something strong enough to take of the edges of the noises whispering in his head.
He really needed to get use to this. Lets see here the first person he met was a bunny who he had a nice one night stand with, learned he was a minor demon, and not he himself was not a zombie. He was glad he wasn't a zombie. Zombies where icky. His tails flicked back and forth in a lazy rythm.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 8:10 pm
Eden's mouth hung open in silent protest as he stared at the retreating back of the Scion-Skittles-thing. His mind screamed what he refused (or was physically incapable of, either or) to actually verbalize. WHAT?
There was nothing about this situation that he could understand - other than that above all else, someone had to keep an eye on Scion-Skittles-thing. And that someone was going to have to be him, until Scion-Skittles-thing (inevitably, by Eden's viewpoint) caused irreperable amounts of trouble. Thus he followed, if a little belatedly.
"I'm not weird," Eden insisted upon catching up at the bar, staring at Scion-Skittles-thing with wide, accusing eyes, "You're--I--I don't know what you are--what do you want?" Clearly convinced he hadn't been told the truth, though not necessarily certain of the worst.
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