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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 12:57 pm
Danni watched with some interest as the strange man turned back into a man, and decided she'd have to find something he couldn't change back from should he decide to annoy her again. She then looked at the newcomer, and cocked her head to the side.
"So the old man sent us here a month early? Man, he has issues. And yes, we're the Rinaldis. I'm Danni, that's Lia and Ambrose." She said, gesturing vaguelt to her two siblings. "Come on, Izzy, you can do better than that." Ambrose prodded, and Danni sighed. "Fine." She turned to the newcomer again, managing a slight bow. "Thank you for taking the time to find us despite the fact that we're so early. We're very...greatful." She said, while thinking, 'God, this so goes against the grain for me...'.
Ambrose nodded, patting the top of her head as though she were a child.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 4:04 pm
Lynda giggled at how Lee's voice sounded after he laughed. She turned to the both of them after he finished and grinned. "Thanks guys, I honestly appreciate it." she said. She made a dramatic motion of trying to touch the middle of her back with both of her hands. "I wouldn't have been able to do it without you guys." she said, relaxing her arms.
She turned to Greg as her face turned a soft shade of rose. "So you're an artist," she repeated. "What type of work is it that you do? Do you draw portraits of people?" she asked, her voice getting smaller. Almost like it was a few years ago.
She turned to Lee and grinned. "A musician. What is it that you play?" she asked thoughtfully. "Are you in a band? You think you're going to make it big time? What would you do if you did make it? Would you bring your family along with you to fame?" she asked.
She didn't notice, but as Lynda asked these several questions she slowly inched closer to the both of them. Not at the same time, of course. At that moment, her face was inches away from Lee's, yet she was still oblivious to this fact.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 4:12 pm
Cadwalader stumbled for a moment as Lynda began firing off the questions. "Portraits, landscapes, still life, a few technical drawings," he responded. By then, she had already turned on Cadwgan, who had his answers ready. "Guitar. Piano. No. Yes. Roll around in piles of money and flirt with the ladies. No, they're famous enough without me." Cadwgan leaned in too, raising an eyebrow. "Fifteen more questions."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 4:27 pm
Lynda's eyebrows lifted slightly as her mouth parted. She then smirked as if to accept the game. "Why are they already famous? I bet I haven't heard of them."
She tilted her head slightly and bit her lower lip. "If you saw me while you were famous, would you give me a hug?" she asked, now just being silly.
"Do you play lead or rhythm guitar? Can you sing while playing the piano?" she asked back to back. She grinned again. She was beginning to like Lee. He wasn't the same as the other guys that were attracted by her.
She remembered Greg and looked back at him, still unaware of their proximity.
"What do you mean by technical drawings?" she asked, honestly curious. She then turned a soft shade of rose again. "If I paid you, would you draw me?" she asked. Though Lee was different, Greg seemed more unavailable. Harder to get. Even though nowadays, since she didn't even want anyone, she didn't know how to come across to getting someone.
Trying couldn't hurt. They looked old enough anyway.
She leaned back, waiting for the answers from the twins.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 4:43 pm
Cadwgan leaned in even closer, teasing Lynda. "Alright. They're famous because they're the owners and founders of the largest and richest private tech company in the world. You probably have heard of them, if you know anything about military, space, or communicational technology. I would not only hug you, I would probably try to shamelessly flirt with you too. Both. Yes. Six to go." He pulled back as her attention waned from him.
It was Cadwalader's turn in the spotlight. "Precise renderings of machinery, architecture, furniture, and anatomy." He shyly picked up his sketchbook and turned to the page where he had sketched Lynda. It was done in black and red colored pencils, and parts of the shore and horizon were filled in too. It wasn't an exact sketch, but it was very expressive.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 5:58 pm
Since Lee was the first to speak up, Lynda turned to him. "Hmm," she hummed after his first response. She leaned over him, digging through the black bag that she had brought with her. She pulled out a palm sized red cellular phone and smiled. "Communicational technology. Yet, I've never heard of them. Unless your last name is Samsung." She leaned over him again, putting her cellphone precisely where she had found it last. If her stomach would had sank any lower, it'd most likely be touching Lee.
She sat up straight again and began to regret ever cutting her hair. She used it as a shield in case she ever needed to be covered.
Wasn't she able to make her hair grow extremely fast without any money before?
Nah.
Her face was unexposed, therefore the two boys were able to see her cheeks flare with a burning red color.
She shook her head softly, hoping that the red would go away. "Would you teach me how to play lead? I'm a rhythm guitarist." she informed.
Her head almost turned to Greg but stayed on Lee. "And that counts as a question."
She fully turned her attention towards Greg and listened to him as he spoke. Such long vocabularies for young guys. It reminded her of someone. But not really. Then as his sketchbook was revealed and stripped of it's cover, Lynda's jaw dropped.
"T-That looks like me.." she whispered. She lifted a hand slowly and traced the colored lines. She looked at the woman lying down with a red bikini and realized that was his perspective of her. "That is me.." she said softly. She looked up at Greg, her nose becoming congested with her coming tears. She didn't know how to feel.
It was weird, how emotional she was getting over a sketch of her drawn by someone else. Was there a force pulling these two people to her randomly for a soul purpose? And if so, what was that purpose?
She looked back down at the sketch. "It looks so realistic.." she said. She looked up at Greg one more time. Her smooth satin-like eyes becoming watery and unstable. "Why did you draw me? Is it because I look weird with my.. my.." she gestured down at her torso. "My whiteness? Is it because pale people cannot be at the beach? Was I so out-of-this-world that you needed to take record of this day?" she asked. She didn't mean to take the art the wrong way, it just came out that way.
She was becoming confused.
It was official.
Lynda had a headache.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:20 pm
Cadwgan just rolled his eyes and smiled. Yeah, no one ever Recognizes the Enlil name at first, and truthfully, it was probably better that way. But he knew for a fact that several advanced pieces of equipment had the Enlil's name all over them. He really enjoyed being close to Lynda. And he was interested in trying to see how Cadwalader would handle this situation.
The enfeebled artist was alarmed at Lynda's reaction. "Ah! No! Wait, don't cry! It's just a sketch! A value study! You're so pretty and you were sitingrighttherepleasedon'tcrypleasedon'tcrypleasedon'tcry!!!" He quickly summoned a clean white tissue from hammer space and handed it to her.
Cadwgan rolled his eyes. "Smooth, Greg. You really are a heartless a** who doesn't care about the ladies. Just the art."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:50 pm
She raised her hands and pressed them against her temples. When she closed her eyes, small tears dropped from them. She heard Lee's distraught reception and opened her eyes slightly to see if he was alright himself. Suddenly a tissue was being offered to her and she suddenly was grateful. "Thank you.." she whispered softly.
She blew her nose softly, which sounded more like a balloon being slowly forced to lose air.
The squeaks coming from her nose almost scared herself, but then it gave her a bigger headache.
"Ugh.." she groaned as she involuntarily collapsed on top of Greg. Of course, the tissue had fallen along the way.
Her eyes were shut tight. And suddenly, after a couple moments of sorting her thoughts, she realized something.
He was extremely warm. Almost like a heater.
Lynda looked up at Greg, her eyes full of curiosity and amazement.
Still on top of Greg, she turned to look at Lee. It took her a while to find her voice.
"So if your last name is not Samsung.. What is it?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:00 pm
"Lucky....." Cadwgan grumbled when Lynda landed on his brother.
Cadwalader was shocked for a moment, and was very concerned about the woman. It was just one picture, most people didn't get into a tizzy over that.... But she had thanked him and that felt nice. And he didn't mind her being so close. But unlike his brother, he didn't think anything of it at all. Except,. you know, that she looked oddly familiar, like a person he had seen in a photo.
Cadwgan (who was clueless) looked back at Lynda. "Enlil. Our last name is Enlil, why?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2008 6:26 pm
Zephyr appeared in a whirlwind, his trademark entrance. "Be happy brothers, you come from a long line of amazing people, so what if our last name is a bit out of the ordinary?"
The twins couldn't put their fingers on it, but something seemed out of place with their adopted older brother.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 4:34 pm
Mitsuki10191 Ambrose watched the argument with mounting alarm. Not that he was scared of either of the two men, but Danni was getting impatient. All the signs were there. It started out with a frown, then the tapping of her foot. Then she put her hands on her hips, raising a brow. After a minute she cocked her head to the side, clicking her tongue. He knew they were in for it when she stomped her feet, cracking her knuckles. Before he could do anything to stop it, Danni put out her palms and muttered an incantation under her breath. Now, instead of a stranger and a guy wrapped up, there were two large frogs, ribbiting instead of talking. "God damn it, don't you two ever shut up? You're lucky I didn't turn you into cockroaches! Now, blink once if you think you can stand to have a civil conversation instead arguing and giving me a headache." She said, her eyes annoyed as she stared down at the two green frogs at her feet. "Well?" She demanded, tapping her foot. ((sorry about not replying to this i didn't even see it)) When Kai reverted himself back to his human self, and got done talking to Ialo he turned to Danni. "hey you umm little witch girl, I have this to say to you. You use dark art's on a demon and well it pisses them off enough to kill you, luckily I'm only a third demon so... YOUR COMING WITH ME!" He yelled grasping her neck as his angelic wing turned black, and black fire engulfed them both making them disappear for a moment. when they reappeared Kai was standing with a smile on his face, while Danni stood there wide eyed. "and those are the first two levels of hell." He looked at her again "don't worry I was like that when Ike brought me the first time... aw man good times, good times." He pat her on the head, and let his angelic wing reappear.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 2:01 pm
Alphonse pointed quickly to Ialo who was staring at Kai with an agitated look.
"Kai, how many times must I tell you not to do that? I swear, you do that one more time and I'll....Oh wow, jeesh Ialo, thats a bit harsh isn't it?" He said.
Ialo once more looked to Alphonse, the same agitated look upon his face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 5:56 pm
Ialo glared at his friends. "I don't think you guys have any idea how happy I am that I don't work with you two. As for harshness.... It could be worse." And it was true. Ialo had his own company to run, and while he didn't mind doing some of the deskwork for his old school, he drew the line at being a faculty member. He remembered his mother's attempt at being a teacher, and came to the conclusion that an Enlil dragon just isn't meant to be a teacher or a mentor.
He focused on Danni, checking if she was okay. From the outside, the looked fine, if rattled. "I'm terribly sorry miss, Kai here is a bit bipolar. We keep him in a padded white room and everything. As long as you keep a Taser with you, you'll be fine." His agitation temporarily disappeared, replaced with a straight face. Watching the interactions of the siblings made him laugh a little.
He checked the papers in his hand, triple checking them for any other papers he should have given the Rinaldis. None. He was done. With them, at least. There were still about six more prospective students to talk to. And also, there was the question of why Zephyr was in two different places. Being a dragon had its advantages, as the creatures were born with massive amounts of passive, natural magic, and could function as living radars, able to pinpoint the location of any living or magical entity. Vanity and practicality (with liberal amounts of paranoia and a pinch of boredom) had dictated Ialo to program the same features into his magic-infused satellites. The circuitry was so fun to engineer.... So many magic circles.... Lots of copper and silicon........
Bringing his thoughts to a screeching halt, Ialo mentally jerked himself back to the present situation, accidentally forcing Alphonse out of his head and unintendingly violently cutting off the telepathic link.
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:02 pm
Alphonse stood up straight, his massive lanky frame towering over the group. Despite his face being covered, it was easy to tell that he was/would have been staring at Ialo wide eyed.
"H...how did you just do that?"
He shook his head and tried to open the door that was Ialo's mind once more. Success.
He picked up on something at the front of Ialo's mind.
"...Kid, why is our buddy here in two places at once?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 6:23 pm
"don't worry Ialo the kid is fine, I only showed her the first two levels" he nodded slightly. "nothing someone of the dark arts won't recover from." he smiled a bit looking at the girl again before chuckling to himself."Man those were good times. Oh and by the way I'm not bipolar im tripolar "
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