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 Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 12:34 pm
Vincent
"No its only in the eye of you. If you felt hurt then I can hurt him. Though for that you'd have to specify, seeing as that was before now. And just say the word, your feet will be rubbed, better than any human can manage." He laughed lightly as they walked nearing the college.
"Are you enrolled here? What are you majoring. I was protector to Leonardo De Vinci. They never paint him right, always leaving off the sapphire. I think he told them to." His hand hand slipped deviously under her shirt and he was running delicate patterns across her skin. His own cool to the touch.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 12:44 pm
Seth
Seth had entered the antiquities store just after Aimee left. He pursued the items and then came across the case full of what were described as rare and interesting pieces. Two were gone, two were left. A silver bracelet and a pair of earrings. He didn't have piercings and wasn't about to get some. He bought the bracelet and left, twirling it in his hands. Finally when he got back to his new dorm room he slid it on. It was large and slipped all the way up his arm and around his meager biceps. Looks okay and I can hide with my shirts. Then people won't have something else to think I look to feminine.
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 1:33 pm
Libby
Libby had been doing what she always did, which was making her face in front of the ever present vanity mirror, when she felt it. A human was eyeing her bracelet and before long, he had purchased it. The demon did not feel the need to come as her new potential charge had not slipped on the jewelry piece as yet. She hated the swirling action though but her anger was soon pacified by his putting it on at last. Libby smiled with wicked glee as she was transported out of her crystal home in a wave of magenta sparkles. Finally, she was out and stood in front of her new Master. Her eyes scanned him. He was cute but she could literally feel his loneliness which was just - perfect.
A more pleasant and friendly grin stole her lips as she curtseyed before him. "Good day, my Master."
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:08 pm
"Would that add to your debt? If I tell you to hurt someone? I don't want to do that. That would just be...mean."
Aimee made a face, but nodded to his questions.
"I started this semester; I'm majoring in English. You were De Vinci's? How was that? Was he as insane as everyone thinks he was? Who was your last master?"
She caught Vincent's wandering hand and pulled it off of her with a small laugh. It wouldn't be the first time a boy couldn't keep his hands to himself, and it sure as hell probably wouldn't be the last.
"Stop that; we don't know each other nearly well enough for that. Holding hands, that is far enough; anything more, and you'd have to be my boyfriend. My mother would freak out if she found out that I'd dumped Jason for a demon who lives in a ring I can't remove; he's her image of a perfect boyfriend: clean...quiet....cooks..."
Abuses his girlfriends...takes drugs...breaks off dates...Aimee was silent for a little while, thinking; she stared at the concrete as it passed beneath her tennis shoes.
"Do you ever require rest? Like, can I call on you at all hours of the evening?"
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 2:56 pm
Alexandria
She pointed the gun towards the knee but when she fired it hit below it, more towards the ankle. Alex groaned as she lowered her head a little trying to keep her mind straight "I can't take much of this torture anymore" she breathed as her chest was rising and falling.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 7:57 am
Seth
Seth took a step back and then another, bumping into his bed and sitting down. He had read thousand different stories. This was just like one of the many fantasies he had read. No he had to dreaming. He shook his head, yet the woman who was dressed in Victorian garb was still there. Where had she come from, the bracelet had glowed briefly and then she was here. Wait did she say master?
"Did you say master?"
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:11 am
Vincent
Vincent would rather be closer to her. She was warm and his skin was eternally cooler, just under seventy degrees. He chuckled at this, but could feel the hate radiating from her, the pain this man had caused. Well this Jordan would have to go.
"Osami Nagano was my last master. The man that led the attack on Pearl Harbor. He came into possession of the jewel after the attack. I helped him in the early years on the war. When he was called back, which he was regardless of what history says, that's when the war turned for Japan." He hated thinking back on the old masters. They were wearisome.
"Da Vinci was insane,more insane than most think he was. That whole writing backwards and reversed thing. It wasn't to encode the writing, it was because that's how he read words. Evey text he ever read was in a mirror upside down. He never used me, ever. I shadowed him for years and finally I just went back to the jewel to wait till he died I was transferred to a new master." Rest, that was an odd question. Yes he did, and no he didn't. He could reliable protect her indefinitely as long as he had access to his water. If not then he would have to rest to recuperate his power.
"Yes, twenty four seven three fifty six. As long as I can access to sustenance. And I don't have to get it my preferred way either. There are more enjoyable methods to extracting the water from a human." He laughed again as he let the imagery settle on her mind.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 8:21 am
Vassili
Vassili pulled his hands from her pants and re-hooked her bra. He licked his fingers and he pulled away.
"Alright then, last shot, groin. If you hit it you win. Miss I win. Fair enough. Can you do though without getting distracted by the lack of my hands on your burning body?" Vassili ran one last finger across her stomach before he pulled away completely.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 9:04 am
Libby
Libby dusted her black dress of any lingering makeup dust and looked up at her new Master. It was the same thing every time, just masked by different tones of surprise and question structures. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Yes, I said Master with reference to you. My name is Libby St. Claire, a demon and now your servant because you don my home, the silver bracelet of the clear crystal."
Her red eyes flashed at his still fear-stricken face. "Before you can ask all your overused questions, let me answer them for you. I was once free to do as I pleased but for that, I was sealed away and cursed to serve and protect whoever wore my bracelet until they died." Of course, his death, like the others would not give her freedom. There was only one way for that happen and she would rather die. "So, my new and very handsome Master, what's your name?"
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 9:48 am
Seth
Seth eyed the woman, his mind trying to grasp what she was saying, his look of fear slowly replaced with intrigue.
"Seth Merchuder. Just a student, nothing as extravagant as a demon. So you were trapped, in the bracelet. How long have you been bound to it? How many masters have you had? Any of them famous?" The history buff was radiating from Seth now. His intrigue into this young women was overwhelming. He had to know so many things. He didn't care about her being a demon, not yet anyways.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 10:24 am
Libby
Libby could not quite keep her scowl off her face, no matter how hard she tried. She began to pace in a straight line. "I've been bound to the bracelet for centuries, roughly from the beginning of the Georgian Era. Yes, I'm British. As the years continued, the bracelet was used a family heirloom for a few short years before the fools finally realized that it was my home causing all their deaths, good times. Mind you, I can't hurt my Masters but that did not stop me from having a hand in their subsequent deaths somehow. All of them - dead. The bracelet was discarded and I did not have a master for most the rest of the Georgian period until a little girl found me." Libby stopped here and looked over at Seth. "I had to protect her. She would have died otherwise. No one knows her name. However, she inspired the clothing that arose out of the subsequent Victorian Era - with my help, of course.
"After her, it was back to the same old, same old. Masters of no true importance to your world or mine." The demon tugged on her arm warmers and adjusted the tilt of her hat. "Anyway, that's my story in a nutshell. What's yours? Of course, I don't expect such a looker to have any true problems. Life is probably all smooth sailing for you, huh?" At last, her fake smile kicked in and she used it with a flirtacious twinkle in her eye, projecting her powers onto him as they spoke.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 10:38 am
Seth
Seth listened intently, almost grabbing a notebook and writing these things down. He was sorely tempted to pull out his laptop and start researching the bracelet. He was sure he could trace it back, something of this high quality silver would be traceable. And then the little girl who inspired a whole era of clothing, well she could be found. He was itching to do it and then it was there. The confidence to ask more of her, to in fact try to have her. He had never had those feelings, he had been a loner, indeed a virgin, having never cared about women to the point he needed to have sex.
"I am a nobody. My good looks, inherited from family, a massive family at that. Five older siblings five younger siblings, do the math I am dead center middle child. History buff is all I claim to fame, and even that isn't anything. I wrote a thesis a year ago and that got me the scholarship into this school. The only school I wanted to go to because of one professor. A little known great historian. That's it, I don't date, I don't drink, I don't do drugs. I am humdrum and insignificant." He hadn't even gotten up. He was still gazing at her, for in fact she was the closet he had ever been to a girl, even if she was supernatural.
"So do you have supernatural abilities? Like control over emotions, or elements, minds? Can I write your story?" The last question was a surprise to even him. He had been thinking it, he could pass the whole thing off as a fantasy, and make money. He wasn't interested in becoming famous, but if he could pay off his student loans quicker. That scholarship payed for his first year and that was all.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 10:46 am
Alexandria
Alex heard what he said and she shot him a glare asking if she could shoot one spot without his hands on her. "Of course I can hit that spot" she said and raised the gun to aim to hit it. It was almost too easy since it was a pretty easy spot to shoot at.
When she fired though and looked at where she hit she was shocked when she saw she had missed. Standing there frozen in her spot her eyes went wide as she stared at the whole she made in the guys stomach. "I...missed" she said she blinked making sure she was looking at it correctly "I missed! How can I miss that is my favorite spot to shoot on these things" Alex groaned and rubbed her head, something must be wrong if she missed and she didn't even have a distraction. Her body stiffened up for a minute as she looked back at Vassili "Don't suppose you'll give me a do-over right?" she asked him giving him a smile.
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:20 am
Vassili
Vassili looked at the target smiling. He knew it would happen. She had over thought the shot, the sudden distraction gone became its own distraction. They would work on it later, for now he wanted her to win.
"Go ahead, but don't overcompensate, just let your body do what it knows. Without me making you hot an bothered your mind over thought what your body already knew."
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Posted: Tue May 04, 2010 11:26 am
Libby
It was quite depressing that Seth thought so little of himself. If this was happening before the curse, he would be the perfect victim - low self-esteem, apart from the crowd but still blends in too much to be noticed and of course, the winning trait, his looks. They would have made it so much easier to fill his mind with self-righteousness and utter vanity. However, she was cursed and all those beautiful ideas will never be a reality. The point of the current situation was that she used her gifts for his service, whatever that might be. Her face softened on command and she glided over to him, slipping in next to him.
"What a shame that you don't realize how very interesting you are. Having lived through so many eras for myself, I find you being so in tune with the imortance of history very enticing," she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper and leaned in close enough to almost kiss him but she did not work that way. Libby blew on his neck before pulling away instanteously, jarring his senses probably. "As for your questions, yes, I do have supernatural abilities. I can alter your way of thinking, making you proud and almost spiteful towards anyone who underestimates your importance. Vanity personified." The line cracked her up, letting a light chuckle pass through her lips.
It was his last question that changed her mood though. Libby stood and bowed to him again. "I'll remind you, Master Seth. I am your servant. If you so desire, my story is yours to write," she rose out of the bow, "although, I wish that you didn't, if I had a say in the matter." She clasped her hands and ducked her head to the side, with eyes shut.
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