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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:50 am
So Close Yet So Far. An unexpected visit from Xiu turned into a short tour around the Market Street nearby the Lab. However, the little tour took an unexpected turn when Lazarus, temporarily enchanted by Xiu, used his persuasion ability by accident. Things became awkward when the Frei snapped out from his spell, and the tension was not lifted until he left for home.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:56 am
Like A Lighthouse. A night encounter with a totally unexpected stranger. Took Lazarus some effort to find out that his name was Basil, even though he knew from the start that the Frei was some eccentric lunatic. After a burnt arm and arm warmer, a bizarre personality transformation and a bus tire attack later, they somehow managed to get back to the Lab safely where the Sigel's patience finally worn off. Suffice to say, the encounter didn't leave a good impression on Lazarus.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 2:59 am
(( MSN short between Lazarus and Xiu ))
Picking up the phone, Xiu slowly dialed the Lab’s number. It was getting pretty late so the other staff should have gone home by now.
After putting away the groceries, Lazarus was just exiting the cafeteria when the phone in the reception counter rang. The Sigel looked around the empty hallway, Alex worked half day today and it looked like there wasn't anyone else nearby. Swiftly he floated towards the lobby, swinging the glass doors open and caught the receiver before the ringing ended. "Hello?"
The phone had rung a couple of times and Xiu was beginning to wonder if perhaps…this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Maybe Lazarus was busy, what with the raevan tanks and all. Worse still, what if…someone else took the phone? What if it was the Doctor who took it? These thoughts alone were enough to make the frei’s determination waver and just as he was about to place the phone down, a voice had answered. It was Lazarus. For a moment Xiu was speechless. Now that he actually had the raevan he wanted, what was he…supposed to tell Lazarus?
“Umm…Lazarus? This is…Xiu,” said Xiu in a small voice, partly because he felt silly calling the Sigel and partly because the housekeeper was nearby. “So umm…how are you?”
A familiar voice came from other side of the line, Lazarus had to press his ear to the receiver to hear clearly. "Xiu?" He was actually surprised, he was expecting it to be a call from a guardian instead of a Raevan. "I-I'm fine, how are you?" The Sigel does not know why he stuttered there, perhaps he was nervous to hear Xiu, or perhaps he was affected by Xiu's nervousness.
“Umm…,” this was not good. Not good at all. Lazarus’ nervousness was making his own nervousness worse. This was not what he wanted! H-He wanted someone firm and confident! Flaring his wings in frustration, Xiu tried keeping his voice steady. “I-I’m fine. Could be better but errr…yes, I’m fine,” said Xiu sounding a little too optimistic. Muttering a silent curse to himself, Xiu tried speaking once again. “I mean, I just thought I’d call to say ‘hi’ and umm…apologize for not calling sooner,” said the frei quietly. “It has been a while hasn’t it?”
Although Lazarus couldn't see Xiu through the phone, but he managed to catch the tone of uncertainty in his voice. Is something wrong? "Yeah, it had been a while." Lazarus said quietly, his voice calmed down a lot more now as something else was on his mind. The last time he saw Xiu was during their little tour in Market Street, a little over a month had just passed.
Did something happened during that period? "Is... everything really alright?" He asked again, sounding concerned.
Lazarus’ now calm voice did wonders to the highly strung frei. Lowering his wings, Xiu took a deep breath and smiled. Yes, this was how it should be. Perhaps he had gotten Lazarus unawares earlier and now that the initial shock was over, the Sigel was reverting to a calmer state of mind. Lazarus’ question however, did pose a problem.
Xiu hesitated. Should he tell Lazarus his dilemma? About the trader and the…deal? Part of him wanted to (wasn’t that why he had called Lazarus? Perhaps a part of him actually wanted someone to know; wanted someone to stop him) but…
“Yeah everything’s cool,” said Xiu finally. “I just…wanted to pass the time I guess…,”
The long pause was a little worrisome, perhaps something was really wrong and Xiu doesn't know how to tell him? When Xiu replied, there was still some doubt in Lazarus's mind. However he couldn't find any reason why Xiu would lie to him, although he doesn't sound like he was lying either. "If you say so." He replied quietly. "So, what had you been doing lately?"
“Nothing much,” chuckled the frei wryly. “Just talked to Vyn yesterday. We visited a temple and umm…went back soon after that,” said Xiu with a smile. “Joshua’s not feeling too good so I am helping to look after him,”
“But hey,” said Xiu as he gave the clock on the wall a glance. The bus to the next town would be arriving in a couple of minute’s time and he couldn’t afford to miss it. “I’ve got to go, Lazarus. There’s something that I have to do before the night’s over so umm…I hope I will see you next time? Maybe then…we’d be able to talk longer…or something,” said Xiu softly. There was a slight droop in his wings but barely noticeable when the white frei said that.
Despite Xiu was trying to hide it, Lazarus could hear that the Frei seems exhausted from the wry chuckle. Perhaps this was due to Joshua's condition? Whatever it was must've kept their family on the edge. "Alright, it's a date, we will talk soon alright?" The Sigel said, trying to sound as optimistic as he can despite his worries.
Maybe if he could at least give Xiu some reassurance and a peace of mind, it will ease the Frei's worries.
Xiu laughed softly. A date? It sounded odd coming from another male but given the circumstances, he wasn’t going to let that bother him. “Yeah, talk to you later, Lazarus. And thanks,” said Xiu before hanging up the phone.
"Bye..." He said just before Xiu hung up, the word hung in the air as Lazarus put down the receiver. For some unknown reason, Lazarus still felt a strange sense of unrest. He was worried about Xiu. Maybe he should pay a visit tomorrow to see how they are doing. Although unknown to him, their reunion would be sooner than he thought.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:07 am
From Puppy To Piyao. Shortly after the unusual phone call from Xiu, Rivener busted into the Lab in the middle of the night, carrying with him a badly injured, unconscious Xiu. And most important of all, he had grown into a Sigel! But the celebration will have to wait as Kyou worked on treating the newly grown Sigel's wounds.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 3:13 am
Awakening To Reality. Xiu had finally woken up from his deep slumber, and Lazarus was horrified to realize that... he was unable to speak. The air was heavy as the firey Sigel changed the other's bandages, but having realized that Xiu was trying to bottle all his emotions inside, he wanted to make him feel better. A simple few words was enough to break the white Sigel's resolution as he cried on Lazarus's shoulder, but it did wonders for him, having let his emotions out like that. However, something stirred inside of the fire Sigel's heart, what is that feeling?
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:57 pm
Shocking News. Hazeline finally came to see Xiu, accompanied by a concerned Vyn and Ethan. Lazarus decided that they should have their privacy as he politely exited the room.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:00 pm
Not a Manly Discussion. During their monthly drinking session, Rivener found out that Lazarus is having a crush on Xiu.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:06 pm
It was just another sunny summer afternoon, weather forecast had mentioned yesterday that today will be windless, cloudless and the sun will be shining bright the whole day, and they were right. It was already nearing 3pm and the sun is still as bright as ever. People could be seen wearing sunglasses and crowding under shades, eating ice shaves and fanning themselves. The ice cream vendor was having one hell of a business as little kids and teenagers alike on school holiday crowded around them, their parents stood some ways away, smiling and laughing with their kids as they waited to pay the very busy ice cream man.
For Lazarus, this kind of hot weather doesn't bother him a bit. Most probably due to his higher body temperature than normal people, this type of weather temperature actually felt comfortable for him. Nevertheless, he attempted to get into the Summer mood as well as he sipped on his icey mango bubble tea, enjoying the delicious taste as he goes about grocery shopping.
Apples, oranges, mangoes, pineapples and peaches, as well as some ingredients for Kyou's dinner tonight and tomorrow sat idly in a couple of large recycable bags the Sigel is holding with one arm. Lately Lazarus had developed an interest in making his own fruity drinks, hence the variety of fresh fruits he got. After having learnt how to operate the computer and accessing the internet over Spring, he had went online to search for a variety of different drinks recipes, some with alcohol and some not. Kyou seems to like the fruity drinks as much as his coffee, so that encouraged Lazarus to try more new things. When he gets home, he will make a tropical drink with the mangoes and pineapples he bought.
As Lazarus casually headed back towards the Lab, a fragrant smell of Portugese egg tarts fresh out of the oven wafted towards him. His attention was momentarily captured by the bakery as his eyes fell onto the display pastry racks, wondering if he should get some desserts for Kyou. Despite this, he didn't stop dead in his tracks, merely floating slower forwards, and he didn't see the figure before him until they were only inches apart.
"AAAH!!" Both individuals shouted in surprised unison, both not noticing and nearly bumping into each other. Lazarus immediately floated a couple of inches backwards swiftly in reflex, so does the man who almost fell backwards as he took a few steps back, putting some distance between them. The Sigel's heart was beating fast from the shock as he eyed the man that he almost bumped into. He was short, probably about five foot five and with a lack of a better word, rather rotund. The man looked about to be in his forties, suffering from a balding forehead and sporting a rather thick moustache. Despite the hot weather, the man was dressed in a smart looking brown tweed jacket, with a matching cream colored collared shirt underneath. The man wasn't alone though as a taller woman stood beside him, holding onto the man to steady him most probably when he almost clumsily fell over from the shock. She had shoulder length red hair, a slender body (although Lazarus couldn't help but notice she had wide hips) and thick horn-rimmed glasses with a white colored frame. The woman was wearing a bright blue sundress as well and reminded Lazarus of a typical 60s housewife. Momentarily he wondered if the two were actually a couple.
"I-I'm sorry." The Sigel apologized through shallow breaths, his heart still trying to recover from the shock. "I wasn't watching where I was going, and I didn't see you."
When the man shakily got back to his feet and finally laid eyes on the perpetraitor that almost banged into him, instead of going bonkers and shooting angry words at him as the incubus Raevan expected, the older man's eyes were wide as he stared appreciatively at - disturbingly to Lazarus, his body. Slowly the man's eyes trailed upwards from the Sigel's abs to his chest, face, then at his large horns and wings. Lazarus just couldn't help and beat his wings once uncomfortably as he folded it neatly behind him. The man seemed to be even more impressed at this simple gesture as an awed smile spread across his face.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" The man exclaimed excitedly in a thick French accent as he clapped his hands together. "He iz perfect!" Then without warning the man reached out and touched Lazarus's abs with his grubby, sweaty hands. It didn't dwell for long though before it switched to his arms, squeezing through the Sigel's sleeves to feel the muscle underneath. "Your arms are so strong! Your body is so beautiful!"
It all happened so quickly that Lazarus didn't had a chance to react before it was over. The man was probably a pro at this... body appraisal thing, probably touched a lot of men's bodies before to know so well. The Sigel just stared wide-eyed and his mouth slightly agape in shock at what just happened in the last few seconds, backing quite a few inches further away from the man. He couldn've ran away in that instance if he wanted to, but his mind was frozen in horror and a little part of him was curious as to what the hell this man was doing.
The French man stepped back beside his partner then, as he nodded at her excitedly, a happy twinkle still remained in his eyes as he stared at Lazarus appreciatively. The woman then without smiling, stepped forwards towards the incubus Raevan. Lazarus, still in shock, inched backwards a little, expecting the woman to touch him as well. But instead the woman pulled a name card from her purse. "My name is Ami Dupont, I am Mr Laurence Fournier's secretary." She also has a French accent, although not as heavy as Mr Fournier's. Lazarus was slightly relieved that she wasn't going to touch him like Fournier just did and accepted the name card with a hesitant nod. The name card was actually Fournier's as he looked over it carefully, 'Fashion Magazine Editor', apparently for a magazine named 'Beaute' as he noted the logo on the corner of the fancy card.
"And this is about...?" The Sigel managed to found his voice back as he asked hesitantly. He had never heard of the magazine, since he was never really into fashion.
Adjusting her glasses, Miss Dupont looked back at Fournier, as if for confirmation. There were no hesitance in the French man's enthusiastic nodding. When she turned back to face Lazarus, there was a faint trace of a smile on her lips, but it disappeared quickly as she started to speak. "Mr Fournier is a magazine editor from France. He is in Gaia for the next two weeks directing a series of photoshoots for a new collection. However, one of our male models did not show up, so we are out talent searching today. It seems Mr Fournier had taken a liking to you."
As if that wasn't indication enough. Lazarus thought dryly as he took a glimpse at the chubby man behind the woman. Fournier was still staring at him admirably, although now his eyes laid on his red horns which doesn't make the Sigel felt as uneasy as before. His red eyes returned back towards Ms Dupont as she continued to speak.
"Although you have an... obvious lack of a lower body." Pausing for a moment, she stepped back a few small steps and examined the Raevan's rune and ribbon, probably wondering what the hell was Lazarus. The expression of disaproval tinged with a bit of disgust appeared on her features, which made the Sigel felt a tad insulted. Apparently unlike Fournier, Dupont had a different opinion on him. However, he chose to be polite and remained quiet. "...but it should be fine, there won't be full body shots of you in the photo series." Then opening her purse, she took out another name card and handed it to Lazarus.
This one was black and looked kind of cool with silver letterings. 'Mikhail Glaskov', photographer from 'Magnolia Studios'.
Dupont pulled another folded sheet of paper from her purse and handed it to the Sigel. "This is a printed map and simple instructions on how to get to Magnolia Studios for the photoshoot. Be there next week Monday, 12pm sharp. Don't be late." She instructed as if the Sigel had agreed to it.
"B-but I haven't..." However Lazarus was cut short as the French man rushed forwards and clutched the Raevan's hand in his, which made the hair on Lazarus's back stood up and his eyes wide in horror. "You muz come!" Fournier pleaded, his hands squeezing tighter. "A-alright! I'll come!" The Sigel finally blurted out. Geez. Struggling a little, he managed to pry his hand off from Fournier's.
Seeming not to take mind of Lazarus's signs of resentment, a wide smile of gratitude appeared on the chubby man's expression, his eyes lighten up with an twinkling glint at Lazarus's agreement. He looked like he was about to jump in excitement like a little kid if he could. Seeing her boss as happy as this, Miss Dupont smiled as well, although her's looked more professional and less sincere. "Good." She said curtly, nodding once in approval. "I look forward to seeing you again next week." Then as soon as the smile had appeared, it disappeared again, her lips curving downwards into a stern expression. With a slight twisting of her upper body, she turned towards Fournier, her long finger nails tapping on her purse impatiently. "Mr Fournier, do you still want to have afternoon high tea at the Grand Meridian hotel?"
At the mention of food, the chubby man finally managed to peel his eyes off of Lazarus, much to the Sigel's relief. "Ooooh! Yes! Certainly!" Fournier replied enthusiasitically as he looked at his watch. "They should be serving desserts now, let's go!" And with that, Lazarus was seemingly forgotten as the duo departed towards their high tea session. Apparently for Fournier, food comes above all else, which might explain his body size. Now alone, he take another look at the name cards he was given. A french man and a russian man, this should be interesting. Momentarily he needed to wonder what kind of photoshoot they were doing that needed someone... eccentric, like him. As he don't recall seeing anyone with horns and wings on billboard ads. Nevertheless, maybe he could give this a go since he is free next Monday anyway.
Slipping the name cards into his sling bag, he resumed his journey back home, the Portugese egg tarts totally forgotten.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2011 12:40 am
"Put your hand under her zigh right zere, and lean in as if to kiss it."
Doing as instructed, Lazarus slips his hand under the female model's thigh right behind the nook of the knee and leans in, his lips barely brushing against the white fish net.
When he met that editor on the street, he had absolutely no idea what he had signed up for. But he did so, so the annoying man would leave him alone. And now he finally knew why the editor was so hooked on to him and so extremely keen on getting him for this photoshoot - It was a demonic themed shoot.
Luscious red velvet drapes framed the set. An altar sits in the middle of the backdrop, filled with all sorts of odd items such as black candles, animal skulls, black roses, dead animals kept in jars and even a string of what look like human teeth. Lazarus had to wonder if all of those are just props or are actually real... the string of human teeth looked really convincing, disturbingly so. A set of antique looking red chairs and couches with intricately carved wooden frame and armrest sit a few feet in front, which is where all the models were congregated at and posing for the shoot.
Gorgeous voluptous female models dressed in elaborate clothings surrounded Lazarus. Intricate Corsets, huge feather headdresses, laced knee high boots, glittery make-up and long trains on their outfits. He couldn't help but be amazed at how many pieces of clothing these models are wearing, and yet how little they hide. Cleavages were abundant, some of the corsets were so tight that their breasts looks like they are about to pop out of their restraints. Even flat chested models somehow gained a cleavage. At first, Lazarus was really nervous and blushed furiously as the models teased him, but eventually he got used to all of the bared flesh. It's not like he haven't seen them before anyway, plus he was not allowed to touch, at least not outside of the shooting set.
However, it's not just the female models, Lazarus himself was made to wear this strange looking contraption that look suspiciously like a male's corset too, only that it stops right under his chest line. His hair was styled and some make-up was applied onto his face. Now he look like he has dark scales that stem from the outer side of his eyes and disappearing into his hair. It kind of remind him of some other Raevans actually. The make-up also sharpen his features (at least that is what the chatty make-up artist told him) and made his red eyes stand out. And for the first time, Lazarus actually realized how good looking he is. It does help when he had to sit for over an hour in front of the mirror for the make-up to be applied. Normally he doesn't even look into the mirror much when he is at home.
The boost of confidence actually does wonders to the photoshoot process, as the photographer guided him in his poses, knowing him to be a newbie. The original male model they hired was involved in a driving under influence accident and currently hospitalized, might even face some jail time from what he heard among the model's gossips. They had even prepared fake prop horns for him, which is now propped uselessly on a manequinn. With Lazarus having real, more convincing horns, the cheaper looking prop horns were tossed aside.
Of course, the people here - the models, the photographer, the backdrop and prop artists, were all curious about Lazarus's looks. All touching his horns to see if they are real and asked questions about his lack of lower body. A few of the models actually expressed mild disappointment as he heard them mumbled "Too bad..." when he explained his half body situation. That made him wondered curiously what it was about. But nonetheless, although some of these models were not very likeable in person, they were very professional when they went in front of the camera.
"Good, now bend your fingers like you are clawing into her zigh. Look feral!" The male photographer instructed behind his lens. Mikhail Glaskov, that is his name, and he is the owner of Magnolia Studios. A Russian, judging from his accent and his looks. Standing quite tall at about six feet, Mikhail is fairly well built, probably has frequent visits to the gym. His skin is tanned, although not as tanned as Lazarus's, and is fairly good looking with a strong jaw and dark eyes. He has a tall nose but it looked like it was broken before and is a little crooked near the bridge. His hair is dark, short but stylish, with a hint of a receding hairline. Judging from his looks, he must be in his mid thirties. He is also one of the handful of guys in the studio, including Lazarus, most of the make-up artists and stylists are women too. Mikhail had been really helpful for Lazarus in the shoot, he knew what he wanted, so he guided the Raevan in his poses, knowing this is his first shoot without prior experiences of being a model. "Good, now bare your teeth a little."
Lazarus did as he was told, angling his head slightly and bares the little fangs that he was made to wear, his fingers pulling at the stockings in a claw-like motion. Due to his lack of lower body, they had to utilize cropping and camera angles to hide the fact. It was a little troublesome but Mikhail doesn't seem to mind all that much, which Lazarus is thankful for.
More clicks of the camera was heard as Mikhail shoots. "Okay next poze. You.." He began, pointing at Lazarus as he paused, apparently forgotten his name. "...ze demon. Get behind zat chair and loom over her." Following his orders, the fire Raevan got up and floated behind the chair. "Pozition your hands and pretend you are taking her soul, then look into the camera here." Lazarus was expecting a shot like this, since this is a demonic themed photo shoot after all. Extending his arm delicately under the model's chin, he posed it in a claw-like motion as his other was positioned a little above her head, like he was about to clutch her head with his hands. Then flaring his wings for a dramatic effect, he lifted his eyes to look at the camera with a smirk on his face.
A few clicks. "Now don't smirk!" And the smirk disappeared, Lazarus just stares, almost glared into the camera. "Now that's a wrap!!" Mikhail finally announced a few final clicks later as he raised his camera up high. "Great job everyone!" And with that, the models all disbanded, retreating back to their tables as some of them began to remove their make-up, some started taking apart their outfits. Blushing lightly, Lazarus tries not to look as he too began to take off that weird corset-like contraption.
The door to the studio opened, and an ever familiar figure entered the room then. "Oh ze shoot is ovar?" Bellowed Fournier, the editor that commissioned the shoot for his fashion magazine. "I was hoping to zee you in action my dear Mikhail." Lazarus looked on quietly as Mikhail went up to greet the french editor, who was accompanied by Ami Dupont, looking as sour as ever. Giving them no heed, Lazarus continued to undress as he finally managed to take the corset off, along with his arm accessories and the fake fangs. Red eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror then, and he decided that he should keep the make-up and hairdo. Maybe he could surprise Kyou a little, maybe even Alex and Zul too if they are still around. Grabbing his shirt, he swiftly put them on and grabbed his things, preparing to leave, when Mikhail walked up to him.
"Hello, my name iz Mikhail." The taller man introduced himself as he extended a hand to the Sigel. "I don't zink I have introduce myself to you."
"Lazarus." The Raevan replied curtly, taking the older man's hand in his and giving it a firm shake, feeling a little nervous talking to the man in charge, the boss of the studio. Odd that he isn't as nervous like this when he's talking to Fournier, although he knew that the French editor is of higher ranking than the photographer.
"Lazarus..." The Russian echoed thoughtfully. "In Hebrew it means 'God has helped.' It is also the same name as Saint Lazarus, a man that Jesus revived four days after his death."
Lazarus had not gave his name much thought before this, but he found it interesting that Mikhail knows so much.
When Lazarus did not respond immediately, Mikhail chuckled softly, almost seeming embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just have a zing with names. Anyvays, I'm just here to tell you zat you did pretty good out there on ze set. Completely over my expectations actually, normally I don't get newbies as good as you."
The Sigel couldn't help but grin at that compliment, is happy that he did not disappoint anyone or did a bad job. "Thanks." He said, almost meekly.
"I see potential in you. You have strong facial features, and a good body... vell, vhat I can see now at least." The Russian chuckled as he look at the Raevan's ribbons, wondering if he will get legs any time soon. "I am interested to hire you again, vhenever I get any jobs zat could use someone like you, and I mean not just demonic zheme shots, other type of photo shoots too."
Red eyes lit up as he stared at the Russian with mild surprise. The photographer is interested to hire him as a model for more photo shoots in the future? When he first entered the studio, he thought it was just a one time thing, some extra pocket money on the side. In fact, he didn't expect himself to do this well at all, since he never thought of himself as model material, and now he is earning compliments from a well seasoned photographer. "Yes, yes of course!" The Sigel replied a little too eagerly. "I would be honored to!"
The Russian's smile widen at the Sigel's eagerness, the skin at the edge of his eyes wrinkled together. "Good, can you leave me a contact number zen? And other contact details as vell like an address." Reaching into his shirt pocket, he pulled out a small brown book with a pen attached along the spine, and handed it to Lazarus. Flipping through the book, the fire Sigel realized that it is a book Mikhail kept his model's contacts. Contact information are all written on the right side of the pages and a photo of the model attached to the left. Flipping to an empty page, the Raevan quickly scribbled down his name and contact information and handed the book back to Mikhail. Taking the book back, he then added something else on the page, like notes or some such, Lazarus couldn't see what it was.
"Okay, zat should do it zen." Mikhail said as he slipped the book back into his pocket. Then reaching in his pant's back pocket, he pulled out a small white envelope and handed it to Lazarus. "Here's your pay for today, and a little extra as a job well done too. I look forward to seeing you again!" And with a final pat on the Sigel's shoulder, the Russian photographer left, went to attend to other businesses like photo editing and whatnot.
Still somewhat at shock, Lazarus looked at the paper envelope in his hand. How much did he earned he wondered? When he got scouted out for the job, he did not managed to ask at all before the editor went off for high tea. Well, now that he has his pay, he could finally find out right? Tentatively he opened the envelope, which was not sealed, and peered inside. Red eyes grew wide when he saw the few hundred bills sitting in it.
Maybe he should seriously consider being a model as a career path in his future.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:02 am
Beauty is a Pain pt 2. Chance encounter between Lazarus, Jeremy, Werika and Sevilin at Jeremy's shop. Sevilin was embarrassed about his situation, but at least he is getting help from Jeremy. The Raevans caught up briefly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:05 am
Rules of Engagement. A practice boxing session between Lazarus and Zul, with a surprisingly deep and meaningful conversation.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:30 am
Two seats on a ferris wheel. When Rivener realized Lazarus's feelings for Xiu, he secretly invited the both of them separately on a trip to a carnival. After much jealous inducing from the scorpion, Lazarus and Xiu ended up together alone in a ferris wheel, where the fire Sigel finally confessed his feelings for the other. To his surprise, Xiu accepted his affections, and they shared a kiss.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:33 am
Surprise on a Christmas morning. Lazarus went to surprise Xiu with a Christmas gift, but only to picked up something extra on the way - a baby bird! They built a little nest for the little fella, and Xiu decided to keep it as a pet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:43 am
Quote: "Good morning Gambino, my name is Ellen Boaz and you are watching Gambino flash news. A bizarre scene had emerged over night on the western edge of Gambino Isle. A building which is widely known as the "Lab 305" by the locals was frozen into an ice castle overnight. There are currently a few speculations, but as of now, there weren't any solid explanation to how such a bizarre thing could happen in such a short amount of time. It is believe that there are two individuals that resides in the building, their fates are currently unknown. Officials had been trying their best to break through the thick ice layer surrounding the building, but work had proven to be difficult in this cold weather. And reports are saying that somehow, the hot water sprays that the firemen were using to attempt to melt the ice had somehow frozen upon contact as well. It is as if there is an ethereal force that caused this strange scene, and they are not ready to let go yet."
"Well I'll be damned, the young man living in that building frequents this cafe a lot." The elderly barista said as he poured a cup of espresso for the young businessman sitting nearest to the television. "He likes my espresso a lot, and the chocolate mousse cakes too." His face crinkled into a fond chuckle at the memories. Oh yes for a good long while, the dark haired man will visit his cafe at least once a week for cake. The smile on his face faded though as he watched the video imagery of the frozen building on the television. "I hope he's still alive in there..." Slowly he shifted the focus of his old blue eyes a little, and looked beyond the television set. From his view, he could spot the edge of the frozen building a little in the distance, which is located in just a walking distance away from his cafe on Market street. What he could not see was the curious crowd gathering outside the frozen building, and the culprit who just flew off from the roof of the structure. Quote:
Still, he chose to rest on this particular fated night.
Lazarus did not notice what had happened until it was too late, until the ice had already crept under his door and along his walls. Being huddled up under layers of blanket to keep himself warm in the season of winter, his body wasn't as responsive to his surrounding's temperature change. It wasn't until he heard a crack as the ice crawl over his window that he woke up. His eyes were wide as he stare at the source of the sound - the glass window, slowly freezing over in ice. The glass gave way to the intense cold and cracked. Crimson eyes followed the trail of the ice along the walls like spider web as his breath comes out in faint puffs of fog. Subconsciously, he wrapped the blankets around him tighter as his gaze finally settled on the door, where the freezing was apparently the worst. It almost looked like a waterfall just froze over his room.
"What the hell..." Was the only words that he could form in his stunned state. This all looked like a dream, is he dreaming? To test that theory out, he slapped himself experimentally on the face. "OW!!" Okay, maybe a bit too hard. But the pain proves that this is real... right? If that is so... this is truly Lazarus's nightmare come true.
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A few hours had passed since Lazarus woke up from his slumber. A hint of sunlight can be seen from the windows, but the ice was so thick, inside and out, that only a small amount of light could penetrate through, leaving the room in semi-darkness. The clocks in the room was frozen over as well, so Lazarus had no idea how long had it been since he was trapped in his room, although it felt like forever.
At least the ice seemed to had stopped growing thankfully.
Partially worried over Kyou's safety, but more motivated to get out of here himself, he had tried a few different attempts to break through the ice wall. The first one was to melt the ice. Since he couldn't set ice on fire, he had chosen to set fire on some of his magazines that were untouched and even a blanket or two, then burning them near the ice. Unfortunately, the melted parts just seemed to freeze up again within seconds. Plus it just seemed like it would take forever for him to melt his way through.
The second way was to chip through the ice. With limited tools available, Lazarus had opted to use a metal ruler and a hard cover book as makeshift ice pick and hammer. Although the ice did not reform over the chipped areas, Lazarus had given up when he chipped merely 2 inches into the ice. It was taking forever, and the metal ruler is not taking the hammering very well, looking slightly bent. Red eyes trailed to the remainder of the ice warily, it looks like a good 3 feet left towards the door, and that is just to the door knob, how long it will take for him to clear the entire door?
Throwing the metal ruler and book to a side, he tried to think of any other ways to get through. The bed had gotten cold and partially frozen by this time, which means he wouldn't be going to bed anytime soon.
Right now, the only other way he could think of was using his other power - Spontaneous Combustion. With his blanket torn and wrapped around him as a makeshift jacket, since he couldn't access his closet at the moment, he wrapped his arms around himself and looked at the ice worriedly. He hadn't used this power of his since... the Lab's explosion. It was always one of his more unstable powers, when he was still a Frei he had made a lot of things explode without meaning to, and the Lab... that was the worse. Lazarus had refrained himself from using it ever since. But perhaps... just perhaps, he could control it better now that he had been a Sigel for nearly three years, surely all those years of experience was not for naught.
Determined, he went to get a few magazines that he doesn't want to keep first. He hadn't used this particular power for a long long time, he would definitely need to practice a little before using it on the ice. Holding one old magazine in his hand, he summoned the power (with some restrain) and watched it as he poofed into little burned paper shreds. "Alright, that was more or less the correct size." He whispered to himself. Taking a few more magazines, he did the same and managed to make nearly three magazines explode into shreds, with one more still sort of intact, although it was nearly torn in half as well. Being cautious, he practiced on another stack of magazines before he was sure of his abilities. Floating over to the wall of ice, he rubbed his hands on his arms as he attempts to warm up to the task. To blow up this amount of ice, he would probably need a stronger combustion. Warily he placed his hands on the ice, hissing at the freezing coldness assaulting his nerves. Concentrating onto the ice he was touching, he summoned his powers to blow it up.
A deafening bang, a puff of smoke fading quickly in the cold air, and painful ice cold shards stabbed into and grazed his skin. "ARGH!!!" He cried as he stumbled backwards, his left hand clutched to his right arm. Now that was stupid. That explosion was a little too strong, and he failed to consider that perhaps the ice shards would fly towards him during the explosion. Groaning in pain, he checked his wounds. The ice shard that stabbed into his skin had already melted from his body heat, but that didn't stop the bleeding much, probably made it look worse. "s**t." His arms, particularly his right one, got the most damage, grazes and shallow stab wounds everywhere. There was blood on his face as well as a shard grazed his cheek, same with his neck. His palms looked like he just dipped his hands into a pool of blood - his own blood. "Argh!!!" He groaned as his hands tense up from the pain.
The good news though? He created a crater about 3 feet wide and 1 foot deep in the wall of ice, although he is no where near freedom yet. "ARGH!!!!" The fire Sigel cried again, this time more in frustration than in pain. When will he be able to get out of this nightmare?Quote:
His hands are numb from the pain and cold by the time the ice was thin enough, he had already thawed off almost all the ice on the surface of the door. Drawing in a deep breath and grabbing onto the knob, he gave it a hopeful twist. But of course, it did not budge at all. Frustrated, he tried to slam his body into the door, and to his surprise the door did budge a little this time. His face immediately lighten up with hope as he continued to slam into the door, harder and harder this time, practically throwing his weary body at the door. Only one thought was on his mind at this moment, and that was the prospect of getting out of his hell hole. It took a bit of a slamming as there was a coating of ice on the other side as well, but it was much thinner than in Lazarus's room. However, it finally gave way with a loud crack, the door swung open when the ice cracked. Like finding freedom finally, Lazarus cheered out loud as he quickly made his way into the bathroom through the half broken door.
Just as he suspected, the freezing here was not as bad as his bedroom, this is good. There are some ice at the bottom and top slit of the door leading into the hallway, but compared to the ice in his room, this is very mild. Quickly setting to work, he pressed his numb fingers onto the ice and blow off small chunks carefully. Only adrenaline is driving his body at the moment, as he lost a lot of blood and had not fed since the ordeal started. His body shuddered from the cold and his rune flickered slightly but he did not notice, because his concentration is wholly on thawing off the ice.
Licking his cracked lips, he blew off the last bit of ice and tried to push the door again. It didn't budge this time. "Come on!" He muttered as he begin slamming his body into the door again. It proved to be more difficult than he thought, as the door only budge a little even if he slammed his whole body weight into it. "I'm not giving up now!" He cried, as if cheering himself on and giving himself motivation. Again and again, he throw his weary and torn body at the door, until he finally heard a crack from outside. "Yes!!" Lazarus did not know what made that sound, but it almost sounded like a sweet melody to him, giving him renewed energy to continue on. Harder and harder, he slammed his body into the door, until the wooden door actually cracked itself. A few more slams proved that the cracked part is a weak spot. With his hands this time, he punched and slammed into the crack until he made a hole that he could see through to the outside. Like a view to freedom. Fervently he started to make the hole bigger until he could fit through the hole, finally escaping his room.
But only to find that he is trapped within more layers of ice. As he floated there with his bloodied hands, his breath creating thin puffs of fog, and a hole in his door, his crimson eyes stared almost hopelessly at the layers of ice surrounding him in the room, and in the hallway.
No... he mustn't give up hope now. Right now, his first task is to find Kyou, to make sure he is alright. And he hoped that he would not stumble upon the creature or being that made the Lab this way. Looking at the amount of ice in front of his bedroom door, he was glad that he chose to escape through the bathroom door instead. No way in hell he was going to get out that way. Now... he just need to thaw his way through the nearly frozen over hallway. Shouldn't be as bad though, as there are not as solid as the one in his bedroom, with large gaps and holes everywhere.
He swear, the first thing he will do after this whole ordeal, was to take a warm bath, preferably somewhere not inside this building.
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 9:03 am
Imagine Lazarus's shock when he found Rivener in the Lab too, trapped in an ice cocoon... The grand finale. A show off between Lazarus, Rivener, Zul and Roux. Things were grave but something shocking happened to Zul when Lazarus rescued him from Roux's death trap.
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