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 Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 7:50 am
((Compilation of shop RP thanks to Jaes))Someone like you Silva Silva scowled, looking at the shop for a while as he debated on going in or not. He didn't much care for the place, but he had told Ruya he would be checking out the variety to be found, and he felt the urge to follow that plan out. Besides, if it got too annoying he could leave easily enough. Right? With that thought he stepped through the door, looking around with hidden curiosity. Raylan Raylan peered in through the window for a moment, cupping his hands to try and block out the outside light as he searched the nearly empty shop for other feien. He'd told Ares that he would be going out tonight since Tahki wasn't in the room when he felt the urge to go, so he was able to stay a little longer today, unlike the last time where he got to meet his family and couldn't stay long. After a moment, the young feien spotted maroon colored wings near the floor, and immediately began to wonder who it was. Smiling a little bit, Raylan flitted quietly into the shop, landing softly on the floor, and hoped he wasn't bothering the other feien. "Hello," he called out politely after taking a few steps closer to the other feien. Silva Silva turned, raising an eyebrow and chewing on his toothpick as he looked over the newcomer. Not quite the "Variety" he was going for, he thought. Oh well. "Kid." He muttered in greeting, wondering what this one would be like. He didn't have high hopes. Raylan Raylan blinked a few times, wondering if that was some sort of new greeting. Well, at least he was acknowledging him, right? Keeping his smile, the dual element feien took a few steps closer, something a little intimidating about that toothpick. "My name is Raylan," he stated, holding out his hand for a handshake once he was close enough. "Who might you be?" Silva Silva blinked, a smirk of amusement pulling on his lips as he looked down at the hand. He had shook hands with one other feien so far, a white haired adult that had brought him his wolf. The male had been strong, and had done him a service. This kid... this kid was just being nosey. "I'm here." Was his reply after a few seconds as he nodded in acknowledgement of the hand and turned to look around. His hand reached up, pulling out his toothpick and moving it to the other side of his mouth. He would have to replace it again soon. "It's not something I'll be bragging about any time soon, though." He turned, looking at the kid. "Why are you here?" It was honest curiosity that compelled him, since he wasn't sure why other feien bothered to come to this place. He wouldn't have, if it hadn't been for that... conversation. Quantel :A delicate foot, followed by a lean calf and a shapely knee, slips over the edge of the uppermost bookshelf, dangling, swaying slightly.: Raylan Raylan blinked a few times before withdrawing his hand, folding his arms behind his back. It wasn't so odd for others to not accept handshakes, but he merely hoped he hadn't offended the other. He continued to smile even still, finding it best to just be friendly at this point. "Pleased to meet you, Here," he said, misunderstanding for the word with a name. "I'm here to see if I can meet other feien, actually. I've only recently been able to get out of the house, and I'm kind of hoping to meet my third sister here. And yourself?" Irisa Irisa peered around from the doorway, before flying into the shop. Time to try to do some field work, finally. She recognized one of the feien in the shop. It was her brother! Although exactly who Raylan was talking to, she didn't know.
"Oh, hey brother." she waved with a smile, before turning to the other feien and nodding. "Hi. My name's Irisa. Er... don't mind me. I'm just trying to collect some data."
Irisa tried to not allow herself to get distracted in her work. But she imagined her sister Avangelyne would probably be more disciplined than her. Still, it seemed like this other feien was talking with her brother right now, anyways. She didn't know if this other feien was a friend or if her brother and him had never met before.
Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she could see a foot dangling, but she wasn't completely sure at the distance she was at. Silva Silva blinked, trying not to laugh as he realized that the other male believed his name was "Here." It just furthered his belief in the intelligence of Feien-kind. He had none. But there was something interesting in what the kid had just said... "Sister, huh?" He paused, playing with the idea for a second before shrugging it off. "Couldn't get out of your house? What, don't know how to open a door?" A wicked smirk played on his lips as he went on, unable to help himself even if he had wanted to. "It's real easy. You just turn the knob and push. Unless you haveta pull, that is." Raylan Raylan frowned slightly, shaking his head. "Oh, no. I know how to open doors very well," he replied, tilting his head to the left a little bit. "First, I wasn't allowed to leave for a while because no one would come with me, and they didn't want me to get lost. Mama finally showed me how to get here not too long ago, and since I remember how to get here by myself, I'm allowed to come." Looking to his sister, he smiled again. "Hello, Irisa. How are you this evening?" he asked politely, hoping that turning his attention away for a moment wasn't rude. Quantel :Slipping wholey off the shelf, Quantel begins to lower herself towards the counter, slowly, silently, her wings wrapped around her body like a protective cocoon. Every so often, as she passes through a shadow, she gathers the darkness around her as well, then lets it slide away as she slides back into the light.: Silva Mama? ALLOWED to?? What in the hell was this boy smoking? Sure, he could almost understand asking for permission to go someplace dangerous... like through the door. Or maybe to go over and talk to Sunil, but to THIS place? He was so busy taking in this foreign concept that he took a few seconds to notice the female. Okay, females he could handle. Unless she had some bright idea about going to "Mama" for everything too. He waited to hear her response before making a comment. He only hoped it wasn't so. She was kind of cute. Irisa Glancing around the shop, Irisa picked up some of her paper she had left on the table a bit earlier. She pulled a black feather out of her hair. Hrm... she'd really have to finish making that carrying case she was working on. Ah well. At least she finally had her writing tools.
She looked around the shop some more, wondering if there would be any observations she could make tonight for her research. The nameless feien talking to her brother. Was "Here" his name? Her brother seemed to think so and Irisa didn't catch the beginning of their conversation. But that was a strange name. Whatever the case, this "Here" (if that was his name) didn't seem too open-minded, since he didn't seem to consider that maybe there were other reasons why Raylan couldn't leave the house (Irisa should know. She wished she could get out of the house more often). However, the tone in his voice seemed to indicate that he didn't want to be.
...hmm. How... impolite. She wondered what was going on. Maybe he and her brother were just joking around with each other. That would explain why her brother called him "Here". She hoped that was the case, although their general tone indicated otherwise.
"Oh, I'm fine." Irisa smiled at her brother. "I'm just trying to collect magic data and observations. Is he a friend of your's?"
Raylan made it to the shop by himself? Irisa's bond still wouldn't let her leave the house by herself because he thought it was too dangerous outside for such a young feien (and he might be right), so he drove her there. Irisa Irisa was a very attentive feien. It helped a lot with... well, paying attention to things. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her initial suspicions of there being someone on top of the shelf were confirmed, as she saw a feien slip down from above. A feien which... seemed to dissappear in and out of sight.
What was that? Well, although Irisa was attentive, she didn't have eyes in the back or side of her head, so she wasn't getting a complete view while she was talking with her brother and this other feien. But still, was that another magic spell? Maybe she'd ask that feien about it. How... intriguing. Raylan "I...ah..." Raylan looked to the other male feien for a moment. He didn't seem so friendly to be considered a friend right away. "Well, I just met him." Folding his wings down over his shoulders, Raylan dropped his arms from behind his back, allowing them to rest at his sides. He knew when he wasn't being too smart, and now seemed like a good time to make up for it. "As I said, I wasn't able to leave before because I wasn't allowed. My bond isn't with us at the moment, so if I were to have gotten lost or hurt, they wouldn't have been able to help me as well as he would be able to, apparently. I'd hate to suddenly be lost while Neko is away... Especially since he didn't really get a chance to get to know me before he had to leave." Perhaps that explination would help things a little bit. Irisa "Ah." Irisa nodded in thought, before adding, "My bond has to drive me over. He thinks it's dangerous for me to be outside by myself because I'm only a few weeks old. He might be right, although you seem to have made it here just fine."
Irisa wondered if this other feien came and went to the shop as he pleased. She had a feeling he did, although she wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe it was just... his general tone. Silva He was worried about his bond... Silva shrugged, understanding... kind of. Okay, not really. But hell, at least the boy had some sort of logic behind his thoughts. "Sure, kid. I guess that makes sense." Idly he turned, following the female's line of sight to the female playing with the shadows. There was something familiar about her skills. Not to mention she was hot as hell. Another shadow feien? Or maybe dark, he couldn't tell... "You know her?" He asked Irisa. Quantel :Out of the three Feien on the counter, the bitter male interests her the most. Within him she can see the same power source as hers, a dark eddy of shifting light... She reaches the counter a short distance from them, a mere twelve inches. Before she sets a single toe down, she unfurls her wings, their span nearly double her height, directing the sudden burst of air at the surface they stood upon, deflecting any dust or stray bits of matter that may be lying there. Once she is certain all is clear, she touches down, first one delicate foot, and then the other.: :Folding her wings neatly once more against her back, Quantel peers in the direction opposite of where they stand, studying some of the flyers that have been posted on the far way.: Irisa "Mmm... not really." Irisa remarked as she turned her attention to where the shadow feien was (although she was once again out of sight). "I'm still rather new, myself. That's a really interesting magic spell she's using, if that's what she's doing. Maybe I should start writing some of this down for my research."
Irisa tried to peer more closely. No, she couldn't see that feien at all. With that, she began writing a few notes.
She turned to the feien that was with her and her brother. "What's your element, if I may ask? ...oh, I'm sorry. I don't think I ever got your name."
It was a good thing she turned her head to look at the other feien, because at that moment, a deluge of dust and wind flew her way. Since her head was turned, none of it got in her eyes, although Irisa found herself holding on tightly to her paper to keep it flying away. She glanced back at the other female feien, now on the counter and inquisitively raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
What was that? Was that a spell or was that just that feien's gigantic wingspan? Irisa was too curious to be annoyed. Silva "Shadow." He muttered, answering both her question of his element and what spell the other feien was using. "Though it might be called something else... dark disguise? Hell, I don't know." He was so focused on the female a foot away that he didn't notice how talkative he was being. There was a slight smirk as he stood firmly in the wind, admiring her strength of wings. He had a thing for strong... and often dangerous females. Raylan Raylan blinked a few times, shielding his eyes with a hand as the dust blew past. That was some gust of wind... Of course, something like that could be expected from such large wings. Looking to the blue female, his green eyes inspected her for a moment before he smiled. She must have been very talented with magic to have been able to disappear like that. "Hello," he called, not close enough to put out a hand for a handshake. "Who might you be?" Quantel :Turning her head in their direction, she reaches up a hand to tuck her hair behind her left ear, eyes travelling and appraising each one in turn. The faintest of smiles quirks the left corner of her lips.: "I might be Quantel," :she directs towards Raylan, her voice low and musical with hidden laughter.: Raylan Ah, an actual name! And a rather interesting one, at that. "A pleasure to meet you, Quantel," Raylan said politely before bowing a little bit, holding one hand toward himself in a more gentlemanly mannor. "My name is Raylan." Silva She was smooth... He smirked slightly, not bothering to offer up a comment as he watched her and the kid. Arrogant, with a touch of class. Not to mention the deception he could almost feel coming off of her in waves. It was something about the eyes... And he had her name. He stopped, turning slightly to look at the others. This wasn't the place for meeting another one like him. But it was interesting to know that one existed... "It's been... interesting." He finally said, not lying, just not telling the truth. "But I've got things that need to be done." With that he took to the air, heading out towards home.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 4:44 pm
"Dude, there he goes!"
"Don't just stand there! Catch him!!"
"But he BURNS!!"
Nick and Nack rushed past where Silva was reading his hentai manga, making him look up. They cornered something, speaking in those half-sentences of theirs and gaining his curiosity.
"You're caught you fire-breathing little s**t." Nack growled, closing in on his prey.
"Yeah! And when we're done with you, you're gonna be... Gonna be--" Nick stopped, looking confused. "Should we filet him or should we bake him whole?"
"We aren't going to eat him!" Nack replied, sounding irritated.
"Why not?"
"Because he probably tastes like turpentine or something."
"... Then why are we chasing him?"
"Because he burnt the porn collection and if Silva finds out--"
"He WHAT?" The two turned, cowering at the sight of an irate looking Silva. "And exactly how did he GET to the porn collection?"
"He did it!" They both said at the same time, pointing at each other. Then they turned, pointing at the mouse. "HE did it!"
"He's a mouse. He gets into strange places." Nick said seriously.
"Besides, we're not the one in deep s**t the next time Ice checks the collection." Nack said, crossing his arms over his chest with an evil smirk. "YOU are."
"Cuz she already knows you can fly." Nick finished, grinning.
"She WHAT?"
"Read her journal! She's trying to figure out some place you can't get to. Like with a lock. But now that Pyro's burnt them, it don't matter!" Neither boy noticed the tick that developed in Silva's jaw at this.
"You named the mouse."
"Nick did."
"I thought it was fitting!"
"And you were planning on eating something you named..." Silva snorted, amused but still angry.
"He names most of his food." Nack muttered, rolling his eyes. He looked at the toothpick Silva was chewing on, mentally planning on getting one of his own. There was just something bad-assed about the toothpick.
"Forget that, tell me how the little s**t found my stash."
"Well Nick was reading some stup--"
"Riding Little Red! The Fred Perry one?" Nick interrupted, a wicked leer on his face.
"You didn't get anything on it, did you?"
"Well--"
"Can we get back to the topic here, people?!" Nack growled, looking irritated. "Nick was reading and the rat--"
"He's a mouse."
"And the MOUSE came out of nowhere, threw a flame at the entire stack of books and ran away laughing. So we chased him."
"Yeah, I hadn't finished before he did that!"
"..." Silva turned, looking at the mouse-- or he would have, had it still been there.
"See?! Now we've lost him again!"
"Alright, boys. Let's go mouse hunting." Silva muttered, pulling on his chain.
"WOO HOO! I call legs!"
"We AREN'T-- oh forget about it. I call the ribs!"
"Dammit. I wanted those."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2004 2:29 pm
"Hey... you guys remembered to put the fire out, didn't you?" Silva asked almost half an hour later as the climbed through the massive mess of books Ice kept under her bed.
"Yep!" Nick called from where he was fighting with a dust bunny.
"... Do I want to know how?"
"He pissed on it." Nack said earning a groan from Silva.
"Good thing I really had to go!"
"You... pissed... on my collection." Silva said slowly.
"There wasn't much collection left by that time." Nack went on, viciously enjoying himself. "Most of it was charred and warped beyond legibility."
"You enjoy that fact?" Silva asked, glaring at the boy. "What kind of male are you?"
"It might come as a surprise, but not all males are perverted bastards."
Siva didn't reply, just watched the skunk boy closely for a few minutes before grunting. "I guess not." He finally muttered, earning a shocked look as he walked away. It hadn't been what Nack expected, that was for sure.
"I don't see him!!" Nick called, making them both turn. "I think he's gone..."
"... Alright. We've wasted enough time. Let's get to practice." Silva turned, heading for the light, the two kids trailing after him quietly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2004 8:59 pm
((Compilation of guild RP))Jumping through Hoops Silva Silva hovered as he stared down at the piece of paper in his hand, scowling slightly. He hadn't been able to find the address for Julius, but he had for the other summoner he had been told about. Corvus. And he figured if the other summoner didn't know where he could find Julius then he was out of luck. He shrugged, dropping down in front of the house and looking it over for a second before heading for the door. After a second he paused, taking his toothpick out and tossing it into the grass before levitating upwards to knock. If bleach boy had been telling the truth, this summoner wasn't one he wanted to piss off. Besides... he had a debt to pay. He cracked his neck then reached up, knocking on the door. If the people here were anything like Ice he figured he was in for a wait. Sally & Co. Not much of one, thankfully. The house was generally so full of people there was almost always someone sitting in the living room near the front door and today was no exception. Within moments, the door opened to reveal a young woman with long braided light brown hair and almond eyes dressed in a frilly white nightgown and maroon housecoat with black trim. She smiled at Silva. "Hello, can I help you with anything?" Silva Silva jerked slightly, a smirk pulling at his lips. A woman. He liked women better then men for some reason, feien, human, or otherwise. "Yeah. I'm looking for my summoner." He stated, wishing he hadn't tossed his toothpick so quickly. "His name is Julius. But I couldn't find his address at the shop, and damned if I wanted to stay there longer then I had to." He muttered the last, pulling back slightly so he didn't have to stare up so far to see her face. "So I came here to see if the other summoner, Corvus, knew where I could find him." Sally & Co. "Oh, isn't that nice?" smiled the woman. She sounded surprisingly genuine in this sentiment. "Would you like to come inside, or would you prefer I bring Corvus out to you?" Silva Silva blinked, confused as to what part of what he had just said had been nice. After a second he shrugged, forgetting about it and moving on to the important part. "Whatever works, lady, I'm not picky." Unconsciously he glanced around her, trying to see in the house. "He's in there, huh?" Sally & Co. "On the back porch," she said sunnily. "Just a moment please." She stepped back from the screen door and retreated into the rear of the house. What Silva could see was not particularly interesting. Despite the great variety of its residents, the house looked like nay other. There was a coffee table with several books and the latest issue of Home & Garden, couches (one teal green leather, the other white upholstered), bookshelves, rugs, and some art hanging on the walls clearly produced by a particularly adept child. The mantle over the fireplace held several cards from recent holidays, postcards, and photos from friends. There soon came the sound of voices as the woman returned with the summoner in tow. "Yes, I'll remember that for next time, Corvus," she was saying. "See that you do," grated Corvus, then looked up at the doorway. His eyes narrowed at the sight of an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Silva Silva paused, looking at the adult male for a second before grunting. "Silva." He muttered, not bothering to make the other male beat it out of him. Something told him it wasn't worth the time. "Look, this shouldn't take long." He said, dropping down to where Corvus was. "I need to find my summoner. I've waited long enough as it is, I figure I might as well get it over with." He looked up at the taller male for a second. "His name is Julius. I figured you might know where he is." Sally & Co. Corvus opened his mouth to start to speak, thought a moment, closed, his mouth, continued thinking, and finally decided to be angry. Very angry. "Get out!" he shouted, pointing towards the door and ignoring the fact Silva was already outside. Silva Silva blinked, then snorted, nodding slightly. "Yeah, I guess assuming a summoner knew everything was a bad idea." He turned, walking off the porch. "Sorry to take your precious time." So the guy had a temper. At least he wasn't shooting at him... or holding a blade to his throat... hell, if you asked Silva it was a great improvement on the dicks that needed permission to go to the store. He would just have to find Julius on his own. Or screw it and work on paying back the b*****d in the forest instead. Sally & Co. Behind Silva, there was some brief shouting (Corvus making demands) and the door clicked shut. Which would have been problematic for Silva had not it opened again a moment later and a old man walked out, looking around. He was holding some sort of strange device in his hands. As angry as Corvus looked, this man looked angrier. Scowl lines were etched onto his face from many, many years of, well, scowling at people. He seemed more perturbed than angry at the moment, thank goodness, and looked about the porch for something. Silva Silva jerked, almost thrown off balance as someone large stepped onto the porch, vibrating the ground he was standing on. He turned, taking to the air and studying the older man cautiously. The last human male he had ran into... had been a large silent b*****d that lifted more then some cars weighed. He shrugged, mentally smirking at his own curiosity and cleared his throat. "Somethin I can help you with, mister?" He wasn't really looking forward to the flight home. There had been a rottweiler that was running loose in the neighborhood, and damned if the b*****d didn't like to jump... Sally & Co. The man sniffed lightly. "No, but if you were planning on going back to Gaia..." He resisted the urge to tack on the word "brat" and waved the device he held. Silva Silva blinked, looking more closely at the device. It didn't LOOK like a weapon... but hell, he wasn't going to take any chances. "You want me to take that with me?" He asked, motioning to it, idly wondering which end it would shoot from if it WAS a weapon. Sally & Co. "No, you--" The man sucked at the air quickly to stop himself from returning with an insult. His eyes narrowed slightly. "There's a sign in the shop." As if this statement explained everything in the universe. Silva Silva choked, trying not to laugh. He would have laughed outright if it HAD been an insult, but something about this old man intrigued him. "I'm sorry sir, I don't go to the shop often. The other feiens bother me." Sally & Co. The man listened to that with as much patience as he possessed, frowned, and weighed the value of his time against the necessity of his duty. He decided his time was too valuable and turned around. "Sal!" he yelled as he headed back into the house. "You deal with this!" He passed the device to the woman from earlier as he stormed back into the house. Blinking after him, the woman delicately stepped out onto the porch. "Did you want to go back to Gaia?" she asked Silva. Silva Silva nodded. "Yeah, thanks." He muttered, feeling as if he had wasted his day. After a second he shrugged and waited for her to let him leave. Sally & Co. The woman hesitated. "Did my husband upset you?" she said, concerned. Silva "I--" He stopped, gritting his teeth tightly to keep from going off. "I've got a life debt to pay, lady. Two of them. But if jumping through hoops is what I have to deal with just to find the guy I owe, then I'm better off chasing down the b*****d in the forest." He smirked, amused at his own rage. "At least he didn't yell at me before he thought about killing me. But don't mind me. I won't be coming back." He turned, motioning to the device. "You mind? I've got a fire breathing mouse to catch." Sally & Co. "I'm sorry. I hope you find him," she said sadly, and moved the dial of the device. A button clicked under her thumb. The device emitted a hum, but besides that there was no immediately noticable change in the area. "Don't place too much heed in what Corvus says or does. He's that ill-behaved with everyone." Silva "I understand ill-behaved." He muttered. "That was just being a d**k. There's a difference." He sighed, shrugging and giving her a crooked smirk. "Sorry about dumping on you, lady. Usually if I'm going to be an a*****e I pick someone who deserves to deal with it." He turned, expecting a rift or an opening to appear. Sally & Co. At that, she gave a wry grin -- the first sign of any true personality from her -- and said, "I know what you mean. This is the least of what I have to put up with every day. Just pass through the air and you'll return to the rear of the shop." Silva He nooded, levitating slightly then moving forward, leaving without bothering to explain what he had been looking for. He had already made a big enough a** out of himself as it was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 18, 2004 9:32 am
He had made a mistake. Assuming that a summoner cared enough about the feiens that he would take the time to answer a simple question. He shouldn't have been surprised, actually, he should have been. He scowled, not understanding why.
No, it wasn't the why the summoner didn't care. He understood apathy well enough. It was why a summoner that obviously didn't give a s**t about the feien even bothered to summon them in the first place. Why create more of the annoying bastards if you couldn't stand them in the first place?
"Ooph!" He jerked back to present, snorting as he realized he had hit the wolf boy too hard. Silently he watched as Nick hit the ground, grabbing his stomach. "Did you haveta hit THAT hard, Boss man?" The wolf boy whimpered, not getting up.
"Toughen up, brat. I didn't even break anything." He looked over at Nack, raising an eyebrow at the boy with the piece of paper. "What's next?"
"The race." The skunk replied, glancing over at Nick casually. "But since he's out of comission--"
"You'll be running it." Silva finished, earning a dark look. "So pick up the pace, we've got a schedule to keep." He walked by him, grabbing the back of his shirt and hauling him to the course they had set up earlier that week.
"You just gonna leave him there?" Nack asked, twisting so he could look behind them. He was so used to being dragged around like that that he didn't even protest.
"He'll get over it." Silva replied, not sounding too bothered. "He has before."
"He's just stupid enough to not mind." Nack replied, snorting. He blinked as Silva bit back a laugh. He hadn't noticed that before...
"Are we gonna run this thing or not?" Silva asked, his cold look back. The boss man had been in a bad mood ever sine he had gotten back from his trip.
"Ready..." Nack muttered, assuming his stance. "Set..." He bent lower, noticing Silva doing the same from the corner of his eye. "GO!"
They ran full speed, trying to pass each other. Silva had the height advantage, but Nack was faster, so the race was pretty much even. Except that Silva had more stamina then the little skunk. Nack was panting by the time they crossed the finish line, trying to catch his breath. He didn't even notice the look on Silva's face.
"Alright."
"Wh--*Pant pant* What?" He muttered, forcing himself to look up.
"You're my new running partner. The wolf keeps getting distracted half-way through."
"I'm... *Huff* Overjoyed." Nack drawled, this time earning a quick smirk. Nack blinked, shocked at the sight.
"You should be." Silva replied, drawling as well. He turned, heading for his weights, completely unaware of the strange look on Nack's face. It was quickly approaching hero-worship.
"Naaaack!!" The moan jerked Nack out of his thoughts. "I'm huuunngrrryy!!"
"Yeah, yeah. Why don't you go steal the cheese off that wooden thing over there?" Nack replied, snickering slightly as he heard Silva choke on a laugh.
"But Ice said not to touch it!"
"What she don't know won't hurt her." This time he was positive he heard a laugh. A slight flush crossed his face for some reason.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 9:00 am
Nack stared moodily at his chart, listening as Silva counted his lifts and jotting down the records as always. There was something that had been bothering him... He blinked as Silva stopped counting, putting his barbell down to head over to the bottle cap of water.
"Hey... Boss man?" Nack asked hesitantly.
"Huh?"
"How old are you?" He jerked as the feien turned, looking at him coldly for a second, sure he would get his a** handed to him.
"Two..." Silva muttered, pausing to count. "And a half months. What's it to you?"
"Oh... um... nothing." Nack muttered, looking down and jotting it in his notes. "Are you... full grown? For your species, that is?"
"Not yet." Silva muttered, pouring the water over his head and running a hand over his hair. "Go get this refilled, brat."
Nack nodded, grabbing the cap and heading for the string that led to the ground. He did it all by route, his mind on the fact that Silva wasn't full grown. They were both kids... but how much longer would Silva STAY a kid? He scowled, lugging the cap across the hall to the restroom.
What would happen when Silva got older? He would probably get older and forget about Nick and Nack completely... then they would be left out on the streets again, without a roof over their head. It hadn't been fun living under a bush, that was for sure.
And the thought of Silva being so much taller then he was kind of bothered him. He was already two inches taller... but what would happen if he towered over them? Nack wouldn't be able to race someone that tall, that was for sure. And Nick wouldn't have a chance in a fight, not that he did now. But with added height came longer reach. And longer reach meant that you hit long before you did when you were short.
Then there was this strange feeling in his gut whenever Silva was around... Nack flushed, hating himself. It was stupid. Silva was a different species entirely, and besides... He probably already had a mate. Somehow Nack couldn't see the feien alone unless he wanted to be.
"Dammit, brat, are you going to get the water or not?" Silva called, making Nack flush brightly and head for the bathroom. Well... maybe not. He WAS a bit of a jerk, after all. "Nick! get your a** up here and spot me."
"Sure thing Boss-man!" The wolf called, making Nack scowl at the fact Silva had called the other boy by name. Shrugging it off he climbed the rope that led to the sink, turning on the faucet and holding the cap under the water.
He would just have to find out how long he had, Nack decided, turning off the water and slipping the strap Ice had rigged on the cup over his shoulder. That meant either asking Silva... or going to the shop that Ice had talked about before. And he had already asked Silva too much. Wouldn't want the boss man to get curious, now would he?
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 6:47 am
((A shop RP, compilation thanks to Jaes heart )) Nack's Confession Quantel From where she sat, alone on the top shelf, Quantel peered out over the shop. It had been quiet lately, to her great delight, free of the petty chatterings and gatherings of the juvenille Feien that seemed oh so eager to fill these walls. She stretched one wing out to her left, idly, fiddling with a sheet of paper that was mounted on the opposite wall of the shop with her magic. Silva's friend, Nack Nack had done a bad thing... He hopped off of Silva's ferret, scratching him quickly behind the ear as he looked up at the shop. He had "Borrowed" Tibuzilla without permission. If Silva found out Nack would probably have his tail handed to him. Right after his heart. And he meant the literal beating organ, not the romantic drival. He took a deep breath, and forced himself to stop thinking about it. He would just get his answer then go home. Silva was so busy hunting in the backyard with that wolf of his he wouldn't even notice. Besides, it wasn't as if he noticed when Nack was there, why would he notice when he wasn't? Nack nodded, satisfied, yet strangely depressed with this answer, and headed into the shop. Quantel Now that was new. The creature that had just entered the shop wasn't one Quantel had ever seen before, and given the wide variety of riff raff Tera was constantly bringing in, that was saying something. Ensuring that her shroud of shadows was securely in place, she leaned forward, attempting to get a better look at the creature. Silva's friend, Nack Nack felt decidedly out of place for some reason. He turned, glaring into the room to see if someone was watching him. So what if he had a skunk tail and no wings? And so what if he was only two inches tall? It didn't seem to bother Silva! Of course... nothing seemed to bother Silva outside of pure stupidity. Nack sighed, shrugging off the strange feeling of being watched and looked around. There had to be somewhere that said when feien grew up, right? It was an important fact, after all. He didn't even notice the pixawolf stopping in front of the shop, her nose to the ground. He was too busy looking for a way to get to the posters on the wall. Irisa Irisa flew into the shop. She... wasn't in a very good mood today. Well, when in doubt, ask someone wiser and more experienced for advice. She wondered if she could meet some earth feien who could give her some help with learning some of those spells because she sure as heck wasn't making any progress.
...how vexing. Ah well. No need to take it out on any other feien she might meet today. So she tried her best to put on a cheerful demeanor as she landed on the countertop and looked around.
And... there was some sort of skunk in the shop? Irisa blinked, wondering what that was about. Was it harmful or harmless?
Cautiously, she approached the creature but tried to maintain a safe distance from it. Quantel Out of curiousity as to how the small beast would react, Quantel gave the parchment she had been fiddling with a hard magic yank, causing a deep rip to form along its side. Silva's friend, Nack Nack jerked, feeling someone else's eyes on him, and turned to look at the bi-colored feien blankly. He started to speak when the ripping sound made him jump again. Quickly he turned, peering into the shadows, but seeing nothing. With a sigh, Nack turned back to the female. "Um... hi." He muttered, flushing slightly at the thought of being caught. "I was just... looking." A burgandy colored feien dropped down by the wolf, scowling as he looked at the shop. "What's the brat doing here?" He asked blankly. Sonnet didn't bother to reply. Irisa Irisa instinctively shot a glance towards the ripping sound. What was that? Was there another feien here? Irisa didn't know which feien had invisibility spells and which didn't (mainly because most feien didn't seem to use their magic often and, of course, Irisa still had yet to meet them all. Far from it, in fact).
Well, she knew that Quantel had her shadow disguise. But if Quantel was there, Irisa didn't want to just call out to her. That could both startle this strange creature and give away Quantel's position.
Hmm, it appeared that she was in a bit of a quandary. Irisa wondered if whoever was there was hiding from the creature for a reason. Her reflexes became more alert as she glanced back at the being in front of her. At that moment, however, the creature... greeted her. He could speak?
...well, he seemed polite enough. Irisa was about to greet him when a familiar feien came into the shop.
"Ah... er, hello... um... you." she cheerfully greeted to the feien. She knew him but never did catch his name, mainly because he didn't seem like he wanted to give it (and Irisa wasn't going to force him to). "Is this fellow here an acquaintance of your's? Quantel Well, that was disappointing. A few startled jumps, but nothing else; neither the small beast or the Feien female that had just entered had gone to investigate. With a frown, Quantel withdrew her magic hand, instead extending her detection skills to see if she could establish anything about the two. What she did establish, however, more than made up for the disappointment. It seemed that things did come to those who waited, after all... Silva and Nack Silva scowled, crossing the threshold and glancing over at the feien he had met earlier before speaking. "Yeah. He's mine." He muttered, walking towards Nack with a scowl. The little skunk crossed his arms over his chest, glaring up at the feien bravely, even though he knew he was about to get yelled at. "Nack." Silva muttered, looking down at the skunk for a second before glancing around. He scowled, turning on his darkvision for a second, his eyes catching on Q before moving on. He didn't show a reaction. "Boss Man." Nack replied, doing his best to look stubborn. "There a reason you're here?" "I wanted to see if there are feien that DON'T treat their pets like slaves." Nack said, blinking as Silva snorted in amusement. Quantel Ah, but she caught his little pause. Quantel's full lips curled into a smile, even as she focused her attention on Silva. So he could see her; good. She wouldn't have much use for a Feien that could not do something as simple as that. She waited another few moments, watching, waiting. Entrances were everything, after all. No need to spoil this by becoming over eager. Irisa Irisa had followed Silva's glance. It basically confirmed that someone was indeed there. She wondered if she could see who if she peered hard enough, but... it wasn't really the time for that when Silva and this 'Nack' seemed to be in an argument.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Was this feien really mistreating this 'pet'? (Although Irisa pondered about the implications of having a pet that was of higher sentience in the first place, come to think of it. Perhaps that would account for the 'slave' remark'). Silva and Nack "Yes there is something wrong!" Nack said, turning to look at the other feien. "This JERK forces us to run--" "Excercise." Silva muttered. "To fight!" "Self defense." "And to count! I've never done so much counting in my life!! Count as he uses his dumbbells, as he uses his barbell, as he does the pulling thing--" Nack scowled as Silva started laughing. "It's not funny." "You're making a moot point, brat. What it comes down to is I feed you, shelter you, and train you to be something other then useless." Silva stepped forward, picking the skunk up by the back of his shirt. "Now if that's all--" "That's NOT all! I wanted to find something out!" Nack cried, feeling close to tears. The least Silva could have done was NOT made him look like an idiot in front of everybody! He was such a-a jerk! Irisa Um... okay. Irisa wasn't really very ready for this. Her fairy godmother mentioned things to her about fighting and exercise, and it resulted in things like Irisa spending very uncomfortable (at least initially) moments of precious time trying to learn to swim (although the skill will prove beneficial later she was sure and in fact ended up really not being that bad) but this?
Irisa was a researcher, not a mediator. She didn't really consider herself THAT adept in people skills. She knew enough for she herself to get by, but this was something else. Furthermore, she wasn't sure who's points were valid because it wasn't like she even knew either of the two very well, let alone saw what went on in their home life.
Well, might as well try to see what she could do to help.
"It's... it's okay." she nodded, as she flew in between the two to try to diffuse the situation. She turned to Nack to try to change the subject to his territory, since he seemed the more upset of the two. "What are you trying to discover?" Quantel Pulling a knee up, Quantel wrapped an arm around it and rested her chin against her leg. The squabble had its interesting moments, yes, but if this were to be the extent of it, she would have to find something else to occupy herself. Pity that the girl was there. If only she knew more about Irisa, then perhaps she could do something down that avenue as well. Silva and Nack "I wanted to know..." Nack said, straightening his shirt and looking at the female, since she actually seemed to care. Then he paused, not really wanting to say it in front of Silva. But the female expected an answer... "Spit it out, brat." Silva said, slightly irritated at someone interfering with what seemed such a simple matter to him. "We don't have all night, you know." "Fine!" Nack muttered, glowering at Silva before turning to look at Irisa. "I wanted to know how much longer Si-- how much longer the boss man would be a kid. It's hard enough racing him now, much less when he gets longer legs." Silva snorted, making a flush run over Nack's cheeks. "Is that all you wanted to know?" "It's important!" "What for?" "Because I don't want to lose you!" Nack growled, his hands in fists at his sides. "... wha?" Silva blinked, completely distracted from the female sitting on the shelf. Sometimes the brat made no sense whatsoever. Irisa Yes. Irisa definately wasn't ready for this. Still, at least now she had a direction to go in, as she had been asked a question. But she was presented with a very confusing situation.
"Er... well, I know a friend who is a few months old but hasn't become an adult yet..." Irisa replied, thinking of Nero (she wondered if she'd see him again). "But I don't understand. How would that make you 'lose' your master?"
Was this nameless feien one that planned on abandoning his 'pets' after growing up? Because he could run faster than them? No, there had to be more to it. Could he possibly...
"Do you like your master that much?" Irisa blinked. But she didn't know the true extent, nor did she still see what this feien becoming an adult had to do with anything. Quantel That was interesting. There was a note in the creature's voice that seemed to imply much more than "like" in its relationship with its master. Reflecting on that, Quantel rose to her feet, then shook out her wings, before stepping off the shelf and gliding towards the three below. Silva and Nack "It's not--I mean I don't--" Nack stopped, letting out his breath. "It's stupid, okay? But I didn't like living under the bush. And even if I'm not that fond of running, well, at least I'm useful. And who knows what he'll do when I can't even challenge him anymore? Maybe he'll just toss Nick and me out. He didn't want me to begin with--" "Alright, that's enough of this bullshit." Silva muttered, earning a deer-in-the-headlights look from Nack. "Nack, I'm not kicking you out. It's too damn much trouble training someone to replace you. And I'm not going to kick Nick out, either. The little s**t's amusing." Nack blinked, not sure if it was relief he felt or more depression at the thought of being too much trouble to replace. He was about to say something when he realized Silva's attention was on someone else. A blue female, coming down from the shelves. Irisa Irisa watched in surprise. But... it seems like things were sort of settled, with only slight prodding along needed from her behalf.
Well, that was nice, she supposed. She wasn't sure what to say from there. Maybe she didn't need to say anything else. It seemed like she really was only needed as an excuse for Nack to be able to say his feelings out loud. Which... was a good lesson, Irisa supposed. Sometimes people simply want for someone to give them a small push to help. She would have to remember to keep that in mind. The rest, of course, was up to them.
She turned to see what the feien (who's name she STILL didn't know, but he never seemed to want to give it out if even this 'Nack' had to call him by a nickname of 'Boss Man') was looking at. Ah ha! So the mystery feien in the shadows there WAS Quantel.
Irisa politely waved 'hello', although there wasn't much explaining needed, since she was sure Quantel had been watching the whole time. Quantel Quantel decided to refrain from using her wings to sweep the surface clean, as she had last time; once was impressive, twice showing off. She set down gently on her toes, before settling back onto her heels, those massive wings of hers folding in and settling against her back. Her slight nod acknowledged Irisa's wave, even as her eyes glanced over Silva appraisingly. The creature with him she barely gave a second glimpse. "We seem to be out late tonight..." A slow smile, and she waited to see if the adolecents would react accordingly. Silva and Nack "It's when the shadows are the best." He replied, chewing on his toothpick slightly. "You seem quite fond of them." Nack blinked, looking from Silva to the newcomer and back again, an uneasy sensation making the hair on the back of his neck stand. Something told him this meeting wouldn't be a good thing... "Boss Man?" He muttered, tugging at Silva's arm. He didn't get a response, so he tugged harder. "Boss, I think we should go now. I mean, Nick might have taken me seriously about the mouse trap..." "Yeah." Silva grunted, reluctantly looking away from the female. "Can't have that happen. Not without me getting to watch it, at least." He turned, nodding to each female in turn, his eyes lingering on Q. "I might have a reason to come back, though." He turned, heading out the door, the small boy on his heels. Irisa Irisa watched the feien and Nack leave, before sighing.
"Ah, Quantel, that's just... too correct, I think." she remarked. "I stayed up past my curfew again. Hopefully when I'm older, our meetings won't have to be cut short like this."
She nodded, and gave one final bow.
"I have to take my leave. Sorry about that. But I hope you have a nice evening!"
With that, the young feien took to the air, to head back home before she made everyone else worry sick about her once more. Quantel Quantel watched the young Feien go, nodding mentally to herself. Just as she had thought. She waited there, a few more long moments, on the off chance that any others she may have use for would come out to play...
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 7:12 am
*Afterwards*
"Get on." Silva muttered from where he was mounted on the ferret. Nack stopped, thinking about arguing, but decided not to. The small skunk boy scrambled onto the saddle, hugging Silva from behind. Silva whistled and the ferret started for home, Sonnet running easily beside him.
"I... I didn't get my answer." Nack said, braver now that Silva's back was to him. "When will you grow up?"
"I'll grow up when I grow up, brat. And not a day sooner."
"... oh." Nack yawned, hugging Silva a little tighter and leaning his head against his back. He didn't even notice the way Silva tensed as he started to drift to sleep.
"Dammit, boy--" Silva jerked TZ to a halt, reaching behind him to pick the sleepy skunk up and move him to the front. The small skunk hadn't even noticed the way his hair had brushed the base of the feien's wings. "You could fall off." He muttered, not really wanting to explain. There was just something... wrong... about having a young boy hit his hot spot. Whether it had been intentional or not.
It didn't help that he had been lusting after the blue feien again. Or that Ruya wasn't touching him even when she WAS around. He was starting to feel snog deprived. He scowled as the boy went back to sleep, absently blocking him from falling with his wings. He should have given Ruya the entire set. Then he wouldn't have to deal with this.
"He loves you." Sonnet's voice made him jerk, turning to look at the wolf.
"Then he's an idiot." He finally replied, his voice cold.
"He knows." There was a soft irony in her voice that made him scowl as they finally reached the house. He tucked the skeeping skunk under his arm and headed for their room.
"This never happened." He muttered, looking over at the wolf as he laid the boy next to his companion on their bed. "Now c'mon. We've still got some hunting time."
They walked out, never noticing Nack watching them silently. He sighed, curling up in a ball and hugging his tail. A single tear trailed down his cheek as he fell asleep.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 10:50 am
"What are you doing?" Silva finally asked, glaring at the little girl sitting on the hopechest next to his window. She had Ice's old lap table, several pieces of paper, and a set of thick magic markers when she was happily drawing on the paper with.
"Writing." She said, looking up with a gap toothed smile. She had lost her tooth the week before and kept trying to give it to him until Ice had explained that the tooth fairy was a girl fairy, not a boy. He didn't hold much with that theory, but as long as the brat stopped bugging him, it worked.
"Writing what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at her scrawls.
"My name." Jade replied, going back to her work. She piecked up the paper, showing it to him.
"That's not your name, brat." He muttered, chewing on his toothpick. Her bottom lip started to quiver, making him curse. "Alright, already! No waterworks. Ice would kill me."
"B-bu-but--" She sniffled, her large green eyes filling with tears. "I tr---iiieeddd!!"
"....." He watched as she burst into tears, then grumbled something under his breath. "FINE!"
She stopped crying, looking at him blankly. "What?"
"I'll show you how. But if you tell anyone--" He groaned as she picked him up and pulled him into a tight hug. "Leggo and let's get this over with." He muttered, shoving away from her. "Tell me your name."
"Jade."
"Jade what?"
"Jade Queen."
"Alright. Jade starts with a J." He muttered, jumping down to the table and grabbing a marker. It was a good inch taller then he was and hard to handle, but he managed to draw a J. "See this, brat? This is a J." She nodded, looking serious as he moved on to the next letter.
In the corner of the windowsill Nick, Nack and Sonnet watched silently for a while, not sure why Silva would even bother. Nack spoke first. "Why's he doing that?"
"Maybe she threatened him." Nick offered.
"No." Sonnet said, watching Silva as she spoke. "He does that because she's his."
"No she ain't. She's Ice's."
"That makes her his in his mind. She is part of his pack."
"Like a wolf?" Nick asked, comprehending.
"In a lot of ways, yes." Sonnet replied, watching the burgandy feien. "But in some ways he'll never be part of his own pack."
"... Does he love her?" Nack asked, motioning to the little girl who was trying her hand at writing.
"We're wasting time. You're supposed to be learning to hunt, you know." Sonnet said, changing the subject. "And we have a mouse to catch."
"Right!" Nick said happily, running for the rope that hung from the corner. "I'm going to catch it first!"
Nack turned, watching Silva and Jade for a second before shrugging it off and heading for the rope as well.
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Posted: Sat Oct 23, 2004 7:51 pm
The sound of laughter reached them first. It was a weird sound, almost scary. "What in the hell--" Silva muttered, jerking as Sonnet let loose a low growl.
"..." She stood, her fangs beared, her hackles raised as she watched Ice enter the room, cradling something in her hand. "Hyena." She muttered darkly, where only those close to her could hear.
"Hy... what?" Nick asked, looking blank.
"I got us a new friend!" Ice said, sitting down on the hope chest and holding out her hand. The little hyena cub was laughing his head off for some reason, earning several different reactions. Sonnet growled, not once taking her eyes off the cub, Nick blinked, wondering what the joke was, Nack sighed, and Silva... Silva chewed on his toothpick for a second before looking at it and tossing it to the side.
"How do you turn it off?" He asked, leaning over and breaking off a new one.
"I have a few suggestions." Sonnet muttered.
"... Duct tape?" Nick offered.
"DUCT TAPE!!" The hyena howled, starting in on his lauging all over again. "They're gonna use duct tape!"
"It wasn't a joke." Nick said after a second, looking completely serious. Silva coughed, earning a suspicious look from Nack. He didn't say a thing.
"He's going to be fun, isn't he?" Ice said happily, letting the hyena cub jump to the wondow ledge to sniff around. "His name is Lyric. He's a hyena."
"We noticed." Silva said, still not showing an expression, merely chewing on his toothpick and studying the cub. "He mine?"
"Nope! He's mine! He was a gift for helping support Pixapets. That's where we got Sonnet from, you know." She motioned to the arctic wolf, who had stopped growling at the sound of her name. But Sonnet never looked away from the cub. Lyric, on the other hand, jerked at the sentence, looking over at Sonnet in surprise. The surprise quickly turned to something else.
"Well helloooo, lovely lady!" He said, trotting over to her and sitting down in front of her, his tail wagging, his tongue lolling.
"..." Sonnet twitched. She growled again, showing every tooth in her mouth.
A shudder ran through Lyric's body and he almost fell over. "I think I'm in love..." His tail thumped against the wood of the ledge. "Do it again! doitagain!"
Silva coughed again, then turned, motioning for the boys to follow. "Time to... get to work." He muttered, fighting back laughter.
Ice sighed, smiling broadly at the thought of love at first sight. She had always had a soft spot for pixapet love, after all.
Inwardly Sonnet cursed Ice's new addiction to pixapet.
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Posted: Sun Oct 24, 2004 10:09 am
((Shop RP, I'll format it later... maybe)) Three little Psychopaths Kabuto stole into the shop, stealthy without actually trying to be. Too many years of keeping to the shadows had ingrained such habits into his behavior. Even when he was trying to be relaxed he managed to seem on edge. Of course, today he had good reason to be on edge. Today he was attempting the impossible, or perhaps cruelly insane. Today he was socializing Fifth. "Remember the rules," Kabuto muttered under his breath. "Yeah, yeah," came the annoyed response form his shoulder. "No punching, kicking, hitting, biting, slapping, pinching, throwing, spitting, attacking, assaulting, jabbing, stabbing, or causing anyone physical harm in general. I am a charming, polite juvenile feien with really great hair." "Do no harm," quoted Kabuto, which was particularly hypocritical given the things he'd done with medicine as a weapon. He glanced around. Was there even anyone else here? Silva was looking for the blue feien again. Probably not the smartest thing at that hour, but he had to get out of that house. The damn hyena of Ice's laughed in his sleep. It was annoying, to say the last. He stepped into the shop, turning to the shadows first, peering for a flash of skin or a flicker of wings. Kabuto noticed the feien immediately and wondered if he should try to introduce Fifth to the newcomer. His comtemplation was quickly cut short when Fifth jumped up, waved his arms madly, and shouted, "HIII!" "What the fuc--" Silva jerked, staring blankly at the male who had shouted, his mouth threatening to fall open. He quickly snapped it closed on his toothpick, hiding his first reaction. He had never actually met a hyper hyper feien... it was... interesting. "Lay off the pixie sticks, kid. They rot what little brain you might have." Fifth recoiled. "Don't be--" he started, thought to better of it, and continued with, "I hate Pixie Stix." His eyes narrowed despite his attempt at diplomacy. Kabuto just sighed. This was getting off to a great start already. "And I'm sure we all thank the gods for that fact." Silva replied, growing bored with the other male already. He returned to his scanning of the room, idly speaking to the other feien. "So..." He stopped, not really knowing what to ask. He didn't really care for the other feien's name, didn't give a s**t why he was here, and was only there himself because he wanted another glance at the sex on wings Q. But he doubted the other male would have noticed her if he hadn't. "What're you in for?" He finally asked. Fifth sat back on Kabuto's shoulder and crossed his arms. "Mass murder and sociopathy. Yourself?" His bond quirked a smile at that. It was an acceptable response to the situation. Maybe all those lessons really had begun to sink in. Silva blinked, then started laughing. "Sounds like as good a reason as any." He finally said, pulling at the silver chain hanging around his waist. "What's your M.O.?" "I prefer strangalation, myself." "If I told you that, you'd be able to extrapolate my past crimes," smirked Fifth. Kabuto tried very, very hard to supress a laugh. He managed it with only the slightest twitch of his lip. "Do you mind if I...?" He pointed at Zero and Fifth obligingly rose from his bond's shoulder to allow the human to depart for more stimulating conversation with someone his own size. "Then you need to leave less evidence." Silva replied calmly, chewing on his toothpick and looking around. "Besides, if you're going to be mass murdering there's not much chance of keeping it under wraps. Now if you did it one at a time like a good little serial killer, you might have a reason for keeping your mouth shut." Fifth practically purred. "No one leaves a clean crime scene. No matter how far away you push the evidence, no matter how much you scrub, you always leave some evidence behind. The question is whether the investigators are smart enough to find the proof." "Good point." Silva said, smirking slightly. "But I said less, not none. Investigators tend to be overworked and underpaid. If you make it look like a suicide or a heart attack they're more likely to take it as one. Ockham's razor, you know." He was enjoying this, oddly enough. He knew there had been a reason for his newfound interest in the Discovery channel. "I woder then," said Fifth, continuing his purr, "what sort of evidence have you left behind?" Particularly since if this feien's boasting held any merits, there was bound to be some blackmail material hidden somewhere. "Who, me? I'm too much of a--" He stopped, smirking as usual as he lied through his teeth. "A coward to do anything other then watch the TV shows. My bondmate doesn't let me out of the house often. She's afraid I'll scare the neighbors." "Aw, all talk and no substance," sighed Fifth dramatically. "And all holed up by your bond! Haven't you learned how to control your human yet?" Fifth lied just as well as Silva, if not better. Silva looked around, shrugging slightly as he once again checked the shadows. After a second he gave up, scowling slightly and looking for the list of names and addresses. He would have to find out where she lived. ... not that he was desperate. Just that he was curious. Silva glanced over, trying not to show his amusement. "She's hard to control." He lied, figuring it was going to be the new trend in thie conversation. "She's a little... unstable, to say the least. I mean, anyone that listens to the crap she does has to be." He scowled, thinking of the Dido CD he had went out of his way to break. At the door, a silver-haired kitsune paused and pushed it open, then held out a satchel so that two small feien could emerge. One immediately zinged across the room, aiming for the supplies while the other made a slower way tot he shelves and sat where he couold hear everything. "You two behave! Yeande and I will be back for you soon." Youko waved to the pair, rolling his eyes as he saw Ankou with his face smached up against the display glass. "Don't ruin anything..." he warned, turning to leave. "We'll be fine," Shalafi replied, wings folding gently behind himself as he set Blizzard down beside him. The pixacat curled up into a small ball of fur beside him, keeping h er eyes on those around. "What are you doing?" asked Fifth incredulously. His sharp eyes missed no visible detail of behavior. He had yet to learn how to turn this into an advantage, but he would. He may as well start trying now. "... Huh?" Silva asked, finally focusing fully on the other feien. "I'm looking for someone." He muttered, shrugging slightly. "But they aren't here." The kid had promise, he thought, not showing his amusement. If he could be kept in control he would probably be useful. But keeping him in control seemed more Sunil's line of work then Silva's. "You ever met a female named Sunil?" He asked, changing the subject, whether it sounded like it or not. "Hum, no." Fifth twirled his hair absently. "That's a rather odd name. Was she who you were looking for?" Never let it be said that he allowed a point to be dropped in his presence. "PEOPLE!" Ankou turned away from the glass, ears pricking up as he heard conversation. Those two seemed interesting enough, he thought, eyes falling on the pair of reddish feien. "Ankou, don't make a pest of yoursel--" Before Shalafi could even finish the sentence, he heard the buzz of wings as Ankou took off and zoomed across the shop towards the two. Sighing, the ice feien just facepalmed, half wondering how HE wound up with babysitting duty. Well, if he got into anything major, Blizzard would inform Shalafi and the pale one would do... something. He still wasn't sure what, though. Landing near Fifth and Silva, Ankou grinned to them, wings laying flat against his back as he stepped over to them. "Hi, who're you?" "I'm Fifth," said Fifth plainly, moderately taken aback. "Who're you?" He was presently trying to determine whether to enter friend or foe mode. It was difficult to figure out. Silva looked over, smirking at the distraction caused by the new feien. Poblem was, it was another male. Damn males seemed to be everywhere. He glanced over at Fifth, raising an eyebrow. "Your name is Fifth? There a Fourth and a Third somewhere around here?" "Fifth huh? Where's..." As Silva finished his thought, Ankou scowled a bit and narrowed his eyes at the other feien. Stealing his ideas, how RUDE. "I'm Ankou," he said in reply to Fifth's question, standing up a bit straighter as he grinned. "I'm a death feien. I scared the hell out of an elder, too." It was a point of pride for him, really. Yeande had given him what-for on the way home that day, telling him to be more polite. She seemed to almost revere the arrogant little prig, which only made Ankou even more glad that Julius had seemed terrified of him. "No, I killed them and ate them with some fava beans and a nice Chianti," came the automatic response. "An elder?" perked up Fifth. "I've seen one of those. He looked a lot like you, actually, only with different hair and wings." "A death feien, huh? Now isn't this a macabre gathering?" Silva said, once again amused. He hadn't met any of the ancients, just Corvus, and something told him he wasn't that ancient. No matter how big a lofty d**k he was. He glanced over at Fifth's reply and drwaled, "Tasty." Ankou laughed at Fifith's comment, eyes narrowing slightly as he sat down and brought one hand around to rest on the opposite shoulder. His voice deepened slightly as he fixed a twisted grin on the other feien. "Tell me about the lambs, Clarice..." he murmured in a slightly singsong voice. "I saw one that looked like me, but only for a few seconds. He screamed something about presents to Yeande then vanished." Fifth grinned. Now HERE was an interesting feien, and one with similar tastes. "Do you knwo Dr. Lecter, too? Isn't he great?" "Youko was watching a couple of movies about him when he thought I was asleep. It was like watching a train wreck, I HAD to keep myself awake to see them. Did you see that bit where he hung th at guard from the cage and he was all ripped open?" Ankou nearly grinned from ear to hear, wings vibrating in his excitement. Youko had seemed a bit disturbed by how he'd gone on and on about the different methods used to kill people in that movie, but had chalked it up to his element. After all, how could someone be a death feien and NOT have a bit of a morbid streak? "The mind games were the best... he talked that one guy into cutting his own FACE off!" One just had to respect genius like that. Killing he could understand, Silva thought, idly watching the two. Eating the corpses? Well, hell, whatever floated their boats. Personally he thought the murdering process might ruin the meat. If done right, that was. "So..." He drawled, looking over at Ankou. "What you in for?" Murder, probably, but how did the kid kill if he was the death feien? "One better," grinned Fifth, too far in to stop. "I heard about it from Dr. Lecter himself!" Apparently, it never occurred to him that while such an occurance was par for the course at his house, these sorts of things simply did not happen in other realities. "In for?" Ankou tilted his head, looking at Silva curiously. "What do you mean?" He was about to wait for the answer when he heard Fifth again and his eyes went as wide as pennies. "You DID??" This was now his new idol. Half crawling towards Fifth, Ankou readjusted his position so that he was sitting near the other feien, fixing all of his fleeting attention on the boy. "You MET him? What's he like, did he tell you how he does that stuff? Did he talk about any of the people he's killed?" "Oh, yes," nodded Fifth authoritatively. "In great detail. He's a master of medieval techniques! He even told me a few he never found time to use, so I tried them out for him. I'm still waiting for the chance to compare notes, though. He's not allowed to come by the house very much because they say he -unsettles- some of the other people. I don't see why!" Prison jokes were lost on this one. Silva snorted, leaving them to their talk. He would have to hunt down the movie they were talking about sometime. As it was the place was getting a little too crowded for his taste. He didn't bother saying goodbye, just levitated up and headed for the door. Fifth started to go after the other feien -- he didn't even have a name, for chrissakes! -- but decided his NEW playmate was infinitely superior. He could always find that other guy later. And find out who it was he was so keen to run into.
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Posted: Mon Oct 25, 2004 8:07 am
Hey there, little red riding hoood
you sure are lookin' good...
you're every'thang a bog bad wolf could want
HOOOOWWLL!!
Ice was getting ready for halloween. It was driving Silva crazy, the stupid streamers and things hanging on the walls. Not to mention she had decided he needed an outfit. What the hell would he need to dress up for? He was already a freakin' fairy. Of course, he was straight, but--
"Finished!" Ice said, tying off a knot on the small pair of black leather pants she was making. "Now all we need is the shirt."
"... I ain't wearing those." He muttered darkly, eyeing the pants in her hands. "If feien were meant to wear clothing I wouldn't be running around naked."
"It's a halloween outfit, Silva. Not a lifetime of clothes wearing. Besides, I wear clothes all the time."
"And how is that supposed to convince me?"
"... good point." She paused, looking at the pants again. "They'll make you look sexy?"
"Hell, woman, I already AM."
"..." Ice sighed, tossing the pants to the side. She would try again later. It wasn't halloween yet, anyways. "Your summonday is on halloween this month! What do you want for it?"
"..." He stopped, biting back the comment that leaped to his mind. At least she was asking this time, last time's gifts had been less then perfect, to say the least. "Lemme think about it."
She sighed, dropping down on the bed. "Man, I wish I could be here for it."
"You won't be?"
"Not often. I've got this... thing I have to do."
"Thank the gods." He replied, relaxing slightly.
"Hey!" She said, glaring at him as he smirked and climbed up the rope to the bed. He dropped down on the small bean bag chair she had made out of a sock, looking comfortable. He hadn't had much time with his bond lately, he was shocked to realize that he had missed it.
"I'll try to drop in when I can. Keep the lights out, the last thing we need is some little kid thinking you're the treat in their trick or treating. Jade's going to come with me, but I figured you'd prefer staying at home."
He grunted in agreement. Any place she deemed a Jade friendly zone was probably one that would drive him crazy. "And keep Lyric inside, would you? He tends to get... excited."
Silva snorted. "That's one way of putting it."
"Well, unless you wanted to dress up as Tinkerbelle! I could go as Peter Pan, then!"
"... I think not."
"Yeah, I thought that would be your answer." She shrugged, singing along with the music again as something started to bother him again. He just couldn't remember...
HOOOOWWWLLL!!!
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Posted: Tue Oct 26, 2004 11:03 am
"Gifts! I got gifts!" Ice walked in, carrying a few bags and smiling. "I found you a summonday gift, Silva!"
"It ain't my summonday."
"Well, I want to make sure you get it. I can't promise I'll be here too often, after all. I might forget to get you with the trick or treating around here, too." She sat down on the bed and pulled out a small bonzai tree. It looked dead.
"You bought me a... stick."
"It's a zen garden! A place to meditate when you feel like being alone. And besides, it's cool looking!" She dug through the bag again. "I already gave Jade her doll... Oh! Sonnet! I got you some stuff!" She pulled out a cushion and a collar, waiting for the wolf to come to her.
Silva ignored the rest of her gift giving, heading for the garden she had put on the desk. It was... yeah, he had been right the first time, a stick. And a rock. And some sand. But at least it didn't talk. His last two summonday gifts had the bad habit of talking when he would rather be alone.
He dropped down on the rock, examining the tree idly as he thought. It would be easy enough keeping the smaller guys out of his pot... er... meditation place... but keeping Jade away could be a problem. Unless it was up high...
He turned, looking at the TV on the tall set of dresser drawers. Yeah, that would work. But the garden was too big for him to fly with, it would tip over and spill and Ice would be pissed... "Hey, Ice."
"And there we go! You're such a pretty wolf--" Ice stopped glancing over at Silva curiously. "Hmm?"
"Put this up there." He said, motioning to the TV.
"Oh... Ok." She gently put Sonnet down and picked up the garden, heading for the TV. "Here?"
"Yeah. That'll work." He said, not really paying attention. Now if he could find a smaller, feien sized set of porno mags he could hide them in the sand. And the rat couldn't get there, either. But... for some reason he doubted they made feien sized hentai mangas.
Dammit all, he was going to have to learn how to draw. Somehow he doubted he could get Ruya to draw it for him.
He shrugged it off, figuring he would get the things he needed later, and went back to thinking of something else that he had finally remembered. The tale of Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf had died in the story... but hadn't Snake said the man killing the guy on TV was called Wolf? And Silva had a few wolves, himself. Sonnet was a wolf, Nick was half wolf. Hell, if anything, Silva understood wolf mentality. Had the wolf deserved to die because he was following his own nature?
A wolf killed. It was as simple as that. Silva snorted, shoving the thought aside. He might not have agreed with the ending of the story, but that wasn't going to happen to him. And if the wolf was stupid enough to get caught then he probably deserved to die.
He was idly watching the closet door even as he thought about this. The wolf on TV hadn't been the wolf in the story, he told himself, but he didn't listen. This time in the feien world was starting to get on his nerves. The run-in with Corvus, the burning of his collection, Nack's screwed up ideas...
If anything he was using the story as an excuse to convince himself to go through the door again. To skip out for a while.
"Babe?"
He jerked, looking over at Ice. "What?"
"You okay?"
"I'm fine." He muttered, turning and heading for his weights. Now wasn't the time.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2004 2:22 pm
((Shop RP))Quote: "How to reach Em or Corvus..." Averno muttered as she peered at one of the notices in particular. She blinked at the explanation. "I'll be damned if I'm crossing through another barrier. The last one got me trapped in that dreadful otherworld for two weeks." She frowned. "Maybe I can just wait here to see if he shows up." The dark-haired young woman flitted back to the countertop and sat down, propping her chin in one hand and drumming the fingers of her other hand on her knee. Silva walked into the shop, looking at the supplies counter. If he wanted to take up drawing he would need some paper. And a pen or something... He was so intent on figuring out what drawing feien sized hentai manga would take that he didn't even notice the presence of another feien until he levitated up to the countertop. Averno startled a bit where she was seated when Silva rose up above the edge of the counter. Recognizing the face though, she smirked slightly and an imperious expression came over her. "Well, not exactly what I was hoping to find here, but better than no one..." she drawled before tacking on a sarcastic "...I suppose." Silva glanced over, smirking slightly. "Well well well, long time no see, Princess. But not hoping to see me?" He held out his arms slightly. "I'm hurt, Princess. Really." He couldn't say he was disappointed. Sure, she didn't have a body like the blue one, but at least she wasn't male or a sheltered little brat. "So who were you hoping for? A knight on a white stallion?" A soft snort erupted from Averno. "Haaaardly. I was looking for my mentor. I've not seen him in some time and I've grown worried about him. I hope nothing unpleasasnt has happened to him; I have been so looking forward to lessons." She pushed up out of her sitting position to stand with one hand on the hilt of her rapier, her hip cocked out to one side. "What brings you here?" Oooh, so the little princess had learned to fight. He smirked, amused. "I'm going to learn to draw, Princess. Maybe you'd be willing to... pose... for me." Okay, she probably wasn't his first choice, but hell, like the song said, love the one you're with. "So... who's your mentor?" Silently he almost felt sympathy for the b*****d willing to take her on on a regular basis. A brow arched as Silva hit what was perhaps Averno's biggest weakness...her vanity. "An...artist you say? How intriguing. I might pose for you...perhaps...if you are skilled." She glanced over her shoulder at the notice board, ringlets falling over her shoulders as if they had a mind of their own. "As to my mentor, that would be Corvus. He has agreed to teach me." He was about to respond to the skilled comment when she said who her mentor is. He paused, looking at her for a few minutes, expressionless. Just what she needed, he thought sarcastically, more bad attitude. After a second he snorted and turned away, going back to his perusal of the supplies for sale. He didn't have a comment on that one. Well that was a first. Averno had never found the other Feien to be lacking with a retort. She grinned broadly and moved to lean on the case of items, peering at Silva and propping her chin on her hands. "Cat got your tongue?" she prompted, with as innocent an expression as she could muster. "I've met him." He said plainly, not bothering to look at her. "He's a first class d**k. But hell, if that's what you want to mentor under it's fine with me." He chewed on his toothpick for a second as he thought about it. "Your act could use a little working on, after all." A musical laugh escaped Averno and she tilted her head to one side. "I would almost think you were jealous, but I can't imagine that. Corvus is brilliant, powerful, breathtakingly handsome...and he knows the secrets of the Feien and our magics. I could not ask for a better mentor. I despise weakness and incompetence." Her eyes flitted towards the painting supplies. "What medium are you hoping to use?" she asked, almost conversationally. Brilliant? He had seemed a little more bitchy than brilliant if you asked Silva. Handsome? Who the hell cared? He was a male. And powerful? Hell, probably. On that one he could accept her reasoning, but the others? He snorted. "Medium? I usually prefer large." He replied, not really thinking. "With smooth lines and easy access. But I'm going to need a pen, paper and some ink." Averno blinked at Silva for the second time today. "Large? Lines? Access? I meant what art medium. What the devil did you THINK I was talking about?" She looked amused rather than angry as she peered into the case. "I have some of those things at my place...Sajhiri bought them for me. I use mine to write with though...I never thought to try and do something artistic with them...I don't know if I even could..." "Size, Princess. Size is important." He said, as if that explained everything. He grunted at her comment about being artistic. "Well, I figure I'm good with my hands. And if I'm not any good, well, I'll just have to borrow Ice's debit card again." Of course, this probably didn't make any sense, but he had never cared much about that. "White and black make gray, right?" He asked, thinking of shading. The Darkness Feien nodded her head. "Yes, black and white make grey. What do you want grey for? Such a dull color. Black is so much richer on it's own." She twirled an ebon lock around one finger absently. "Size of what?" she added as an afterthought. "For shading." He replied, making a note to pick up both colors. "And erasing when I screw up." He shrugged, turning to look over at her. "Coloring would take too long." For a second he studied her, taking in the perfect curls, the large purple eyes and the black markings unemotionally. "Size of... models." He finally replied. "You're still a medium." "I see..." Averno's tone was downright chilly now and she gave Silva an unpleasant look. "Then I suppose you don't need me to model for you. I'm sure I can find another artist. My bond is an artist afterall...I'm sure she can find someone to do my portrait. Someone who isn't an amateur." Her hand impatiently flipped back the curl she'd been toying with and she straightened up to move back to the notice board. "Or maybe there are some artists who advertise in here." "Alright, Princess. Whatever works for you." There was boredom in his voice as he took in her affronted attitude. She would probably be too high maitanence as a model, anyways. The last thing he needed was someone complaining everytime he made a wrong stroke. But huh... "An artist, huh?" He asked, wondering why she would even bother wanting HIM to draw her with an artist bond. "You lucked out. All I have is a writer." He didn't bother to mention his habit of hacking her files for what few lemon fics she had written. Averno shrugged, her bakc remaining to Silva. "Yes, but she's very busy and I'm weary of waiting for her to get around to it. I'm sure I can find someone to commission, somewhere." She sighed quietly and clasped her hands behind her back, pretending to continue reading the messages tacked up. "I'm sure you will. Finding suckers in this group seems easy enough." Besides, somehow he doubted she would appreciate his portrayal of her. He had been thinking something along the lines of her sitting on a banana... Averno stretched and yawned. "Well, I don't think Corvus will be by. I'm going to head home. If you see him, let him know I wanted to talk to him, will you dear?" With that, she launched into the air and headed for the window. He snorted, not bothering to reply. He was getting bad... he would have to talk to Ruya about this just friends thing. It was starting to get on his nerves. After a second he headed out the door himself, tired of the shop.
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2004 6:48 pm
((Nother shop RP, taking place right after the one with Averno))Quote: More than a little apprehensive Wasabineko entered the shop with Indra in hand. She had heard stories of the store; the good, the bad, and the indifferent. Reguardless of her misgivings she felt that it was somewhat necessary that she bring her bloom by at least once for familiarity's sake. Silva had almost gotten out of the door when the human entered. He groaned, levitating up before the human could step on him. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of the feien bloom... at least he thought it was a bloom. Great, just what he needed. A paranoid bloom bondmate. Yeah, he had heard all about THOSE. His own bondmate had been one of THOSE. Always carrying the damn bloom around, talking to it. He STILL had facts about music and literature drilled in his head that he had never wanted. He wondered if he could just skip out without being noticed... Wasa blinked down at the young feien and muttered an apology, holding the door open for him as he appeared to be leaving. "Sorry about that. Still getting used to checking ahead of me from floor to ceiling." Silva shrugged. "It happens." He muttered, studying her for a second. He hadn't actually talked to many of the bonds, just Ice and Jhiri, but now that he thought about it... "That a feien bloom?" He asked, moving up so he could get a better look. "Yes" She held her cupped palms out to give Silva room to circle the artichoke should he wish to inspect it further. "A feien bloom. And that is all I know about it to date. Strange color though, isn't it?" This was actually the first conversation she could ever say that she had with a feien. Her only other interactions had been standing to the side as Talonfaust and his daughter Kookaberra examined her bloom at Karma's house and she had been largely silent that day. "It's gray." He said, shrugging. "Feien come in lots of colors." The color didn't bother him, heck, he probably wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't pointed it out. "But if you don't know anything about it, why'd you get it?" That question had just occured to him, but it was interesting. Like if the summoner didn't like feien, why'd he summon them? "How do you know the feien won't turn out to be a hyper cannibalistic b*****d?" It wasn't a joke. He had already met two of them. "... Well. I don't know that it won't be a 'hyper cannabilistic b*****d.' But... I suppose if it is so inclined, it will need a bond even more than the more well adjusted variety to curb its actions and to keep other feien from, to put it delicately, offing it." She didn't know why she was being so frank, perhaps because the feien was, in turn, being frank with her. "I guess my point is that all feien need guardians, even the borderline psychotic." "Huh..." He paused, wondering if that was really true. He wasn't sure if all feien had bonds... Something told him there was more to it then just that. But that wasn't the important fact. He looked at her, a strangely serious look in his narrow gold eyes. "No matter what you do..." He said, thinking of all the times he had done whatever the hell he wanted, regardless of Ice. He had almost been killed three times, and had every plan on going back. "Don't lie to yourself, lady. Only so much can be done with a psychotic feien, bondmate or not." Then he shrugged, letting it go. "But hell, you'll probably get one of the normal ones. There tend to be more of those then there are of my type." She shrugged, smiling lightly "Only so much can be done, it's true, but a little is better nothing in the averaging of things. If it is maligned against the world, then at least it will have mentors such as yourself, true? True. As for normal, well that is all relative" "I'm not mentor material." He replied, glancing at the bloom one last time. "And I'm not psychotic." A little smirk played on his lips as he recalled one of the things Ice had told him during his bloom stage. "I'm a psychopath." He turned, heading out the door this time, not bothering to say goodbye. She watched him go with an eyebrow raised but a smile still on her lips. They came in strange forms, these feien. Wasabineko moved over to the counter and began to empty out the fruit basket of the older wrinkled fruit and refreshed it with some crisp autumn apples, minature pumkins and other squash, a few sticks of cinammon, and a sprig of dried maple leaves.
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