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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:49 pm
A soft rustle of fabric was all that announced the arrival of a figure in the doorway. The cloaked figure peered into the room, the cursory glance gathering quite a bit of information already. Something was wrong. With all the noise and shuffling the Pae'il were doing, his arrival likely hadn't even been noticed, not by most.
Still, what had happened here? It wasn't obvious to a new arrival, as that would take a more direct approach than mere observation. And yet...
I've got a sinking feeling...
It would be easier to stick to the shadows for now, continuing observation...but the Pae'il seemed to be splitting up, some even going off alone. That was not ideal. Especially if his growing suspicions were valid.
With no other choice, the cloaked stranger stepped into the room, clearing his throat loudly to catch the crowd's attention. "Ahem..." The voice was deep and strong, however, it was different enough from the host's voice to determine that this was a separate entity, even if they shared a similar cloak and mysterious presence.
"Excuse me for interrupting. However, before anyone goes rushing off without a plan, I would recommend staying put a while longer. More information is needed before anyone runs off and puts themselves in further danger."
The hooded figure cast another glance over the crowd, his grim statement shared. Was it already too late?
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:41 pm
Kieran breaks away from the dark fae he'd been with and runs across the ballroom to meet the cloaked figure after he'd spoken. This new person seems like he knows more about what's going on than anyone else. He skids to a halt and crashes at the cloaked man's feet.
Grumbling, he scrambles to his hooves and points up at him. "What's going on around here?" he demands. "Nearly half the people here have just disappeared, and one of them is my mother!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 6:58 am
It seemed that even if he had wanted to go, not that he had, they were to wait. The purple angel was utterly bored at this point. The only thing that had caught his interest was that Cinna had clung so tight when the lights went out.
Ah yes, the dumb step mother who tried to harm him when their children were born.. She was gone? How fortunate for them. "Perhaps we should just leave her that way. It might be better all around." He whispered into Cinna's ear with a smirk. Of course that didn't mean he would not go after the naiad if his mate had wanted to.
Seraphim paid no mind to the voice other than that he was to stay put until someone said they had to leave.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 8:23 am
Jazz looked to the new figure. He told them not to go. She looked to him with a frown. "Okay, then what is it we should do? Who are you?" She asked figuring with someone in a cloak wouldn't tell her anything that she asked, but heck it was worth a try.
Anna-Maria was just nodded her head when the new cloaked person appeared. She shrugged. "Alright, I guess we better now." She then just stood waiting as she didn't really care either way.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 11:22 am
"Oh, of course it's fine, sweetie," Takeko crooned, taking and patting the hand of the young woman with a smile. "Let me introduce myself. My name's Takeko and this is my dear mate, Aspen, and my son, Saffron."
Saffron nodded politely to the lady his mother was talking to, but seemed just a bit distracted. He'd noticed a flash of dark fabric in the doorway and couldn't help but frown in response. "Pleasure to meet you, but if you ladies will excuse me for a moment?" He nodded, then turned back and headed towards the figure in the doorway only shortly before the so-called announcement.
Takeko frowned, not so much at her son's departure, but at the arrival of the second cloaked stranger. Another one?
Arriving momentarily at the growing group in the doorway, Saffron was about to offer the stumbled Faun a hand, but he was a little late. Still, he waited his turn before stating his own concerns, eyes fixed on the figure's hood. Even if he couldn't see anything within, he felt more like he was speaking to someone if he attempted to make eye contact. There were eyes in there somewhere, right?
"Here's a better question," he offered. "Considering your similar nature to our oh-so-gracious host...how do we know we can trust you? How do we know that you're not responsible for all this? That by listening to you, we're not just falling into some sort of trap?" He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed in challenge behind his mask.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 11:46 pm
Shifting her 'weapon', Grendell looked towards this new shadow-figure. Standing away from the rest of the pae, she still favored her doorway but did pause. It might have something interesting to say, if the goodies didn't ask so many foolish questions. Just let the thing talk and be done with it.
Still looking around, she expected her mother to appear at any moment saying they had to leave now. She'd go, what happens to the others is not of her concern. A soft sigh followed, this was really a bust.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 10:40 pm
The hooded figure glanced down at the teen faun who sprawled on the floor before flinging questions at him. "Your mother? Disappeared?"
I might already be too late then...
Without answering any more questions for now, the stranger shifted, looking at each of the faces that arrived to assault him with inquiries. Finally, facing the last one to speak, an odd-looking angel male with tiny wings on his head and a demon's tail.
"Hmph...suspicious sort, aren't you?" came the dry reply from the voice within the hood. Then, the figure seemed to shrug. "Given circumstances, I can't blame you. Still, I doubt anything I say right now will convince you otherwise, so...I suppose you'll just have to trust me at my word. Or not. Your choice. Still, I may know something about what's going on here. I'm hesitant to say though, until I know for sure..."
After a moment of quiet thought, he continued, "If someone could fill me in on exactly what has happened here, I might have some answers."
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 11:15 pm
So he told everyone to mostly stay together, albeit spreading apart a tad to scan the ballroom, and then they split apart into little groups and conversed quite merrily to each other about ways to panic about missing people instead of following directions. Texas sighed lightly, finding this altogether a little frustrating. That was unproductive, to say the least, but he supposed it was hard to get a worried crowd to listen.
...Though this new man seemed willing to help, even if he seemed unwilling to show much about his features or explain where he had even come from in the first place. And people were actually paying attention to him! Perhaps this man had some information that could help on the whole 'search' thing that Texas had been suggesting just a few moments ago.
Well, Saffron seemed to feel suspicious of him, and Texas was mildly suspicious too, but they could use all the help they could get. It was impossible to unite the Pae'il in any case, without some solid information to go off of. Otherwise they'd just continue talking amoungst themselves unfruitfully without actually either searching or sharing any information they might have inferred.
Both of which would have actually gotten something accomplished here.
Without getting off from the table, he turned towards the man and projected, "A cloak showed up, said a few words. A minute or two went by, lights went out, and then the lights came back on. Sometime between the lights going off and the lights going on, twelve people disappeared, including my sister and that boy's mother. If you know anything?"
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2009 9:14 am
Seth frowned. "Pastela.... she better be getting something to drink...." Eyes narrowed, he looked around the room, feel anger bubble up inside of him. The took his sister! His one and only sister! Whoever was the source of this was going to get a can full of Seth-fury; no one messed with his family.
Ama saw the enraged look in her father's eyes and her ears drooped a little, thinking it was directed at herself, then she looked up to answer her uncle. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he would. Aunt Pastela's his only sister..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:14 am
Jazz just stared at him. He didn't seem to be much help. She watited until Texas Pete had told the figure what had happened. "So, do you know what's going? Can you be of any help at all? Or should we go back to our plan of looking in small groups?" Jazz asked her questions and hoped for answers. Everyone was so scared and panicked, they needed something any kind of news that would ease their minds.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 12:58 pm
Well, that was certainly a short summary of events. Still, it provided a general idea of what had been missed before his arrival. Another cloaked figure and now disappearances? It didn't sound good.
He turned, seeming about to say something smart to the tall woman insinuating that he was useless and pushing for splitting into groups -- and froze, interrupted by a blood-curdling howl.
AWROOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo!
Framed with the moonlight at its back, a fearsome wolf stalked into the entry to a side hallway, eyes glowing with an inner light. It cast its eyes over the crowd, looking hungry and wild. With a rumbling growl, its lip lifted, exposing its fangs in a threatening show of dominance over the two-leggers milling about in the room.
Muscles tense and moving with the grace of a predator, the wolf dropped low, eyes scanning the crowd for a target...someone weak...easy to pick off from the pack...
...and it paused, eyes locked on the cloaked figure, seeming both furious...and unsure. It lifted its head slightly, sniffing the air...then snarling in fury at what it found. Without explanation, the wolf stood straight and whirled on its paws lightly to take off at a dash for the open door of the mansion, leaving the crowd with a warning growl as if still asserting its dominance, despite its departure. Within moments, the beast had disappeared as suddenly as it had materialized out of the ether, the only sign it had been there was the eerie howl echoing after it out on the marsh lands.
Staring after it, the cloaked figure seemed to slump and only muttered a single line.
"This is bad."
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 2:38 pm
Kelebek stares at the four-legged creature, absolutely terrified. She finds herself unable to breathe while it's in the room. Whatever it is, she was sure it was going to attack her.
Gulping a breath of relief when it bounds from the room, Kelebek turns to Takeko, eyes wide. "What in the name of all the little fishes was that monster?" she asks.
Of course, being a sea-dwelling Pae, she would never have had the opportunity to understand 'wolf'.
"Hm," says Theron simply to his companion. "The plot thickens." He can't help his nonchalance. Pausing for a moment to reflect, he imagines his reaction would be far different if it were, say, Leilani who'd been taken instead of several nameless, faceless Pae'il he'd never even met.
However, the defeated reaction of what had been the most confident figure in the room is cause for thought. Were they really in danger?
As the wolf skulks away, Kieran lets out the breath he'd been holding. He was sure it was going to attack him.
"You have to do something," he says to the cloaked figure with uncharacteristic seriousness.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2009 9:57 pm
This cloaked one, not just literally it appeared, was getting on her bad side quickly. She needed to find out what happened to her mother and wants to hold back! Before the wolf had arrived, she was ready to walk up there and demand answers, but of course the furry one appeared.
Holding a hard stare, she handled her 'weapon' for what it was, ready for the beast. Let him try to attack her, he'd find out soon enough how lovely his fur would look as a pillow.
Turning back to the understated one of the year, she strode up now, moving around or pushing other pae out of her way. "My mother vanished when the lights went out. Something very powerful and very stupid messed with the wrong pae. Now we have a wolf coming in acting like was actually a threat." Her unsheathed feelings about the events didn't need any help coming off but her inflection held no patience or amusement at it all, nor fear. "You will tell me where I can find her." She didn't really care about the rest of them or the ones they lost, it was only her own family that mattered a lick.
Even still, she expected to hear her mother laugh at her behavior.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 2:11 pm
Breath catching in her throat as the howl echoed through the cavernous ballroom, Takeko found herself wishing, not for the last time, that Kane were here afterall. She might have at least felt a bit safer. As the furry beast retreated, she sighed in relief, instinctively wrapping her arm around the shoulders of the distraught woman next to her. "I...I think it was only a wolf," she muttered hesitantly, unknowing that this explanation would mean little to the other.
Eudora's reaction to the creature's arrival was less panicked and more...confused. A wolf? Here? With so many Pae'il about and no sign of its own pack? At least not that she'd seen. The Fae had lived her whole life in the forest. There was no way, especially with her curiosity, that she hadn't picked up some knowledge along the way about the many creatures that lived in the forest, especially the ones that could be dangerous. Wolves normally wouldn't go out of their way to attack a Pae'il, let alone a large group of them...in a strange building...out in the marsh on the edge of Dragnid...
A number of curious questions floated about the Fae's head among her more rational, logical reasoning thoughts. Questions like, 'I wonder if the wolf has a name?' or 'Where is its pack, or is it all alone? ...how sad...' and the like. Mostly pointless ponderings that served only to distract her from what was likely the more important point here.
Whatever that may be.
She waved off the thoughts as if shooing an irritating insect. No time for that right now. Maybe later. Having spotted some of the Pae'il from earlier, she rejoined the group in time to hear Takeko's statement to the pink lady. "There was something wrong with that wolf," she chimed in. A lot of things actually. "I'm not sure it was 'only' an anything at this point. It was acting...'odd'," she finished, for lack of a better word. Her head was tilted to the side, much like a curious, but puzzled, cat trying to figure out some puzzle.
Tension still lingering from the wolf's appearance, Saffron stiffened and held his ground as someone attempted to push him aside. Was this really a good time to startle Pae who were already on edge? Fortunately, he wasn't a violent sort with like natural reactions, considering he turned and raised an eyebrow at the one doing the shoving. She looked...familiar for some reason, though he couldn't place her at the moment.
Maybe he'd figure it out later.
Still, pushy sort, wasn't she? Both literally and figuratively. Yes, they all wanted answers, but was making demands of the only one who seemed to know anything and seemed at all willing to help really going to solve matters? Probably not.
He glanced aside at the cloaked figure and commented, "You know, you're really not instilling a lot of hope with that reaction."
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 3:37 am
All talk and no action. Texas liked planning, sure, but this wasn't the time for planning. Twelve people were completely missing, nowhere to be found, there were wolves, cloaked figures, and nothing but bad plans and mumblings about how bad it was. And then there was hostility.
Really? Really?
Texas watched as the nymph shoved other Pae'il out of her way and started to snap at the cloaked man. He cupped his hands around his mouth to project into the crowd before shouting a reminder, "Hostility won't help anyone find anyone!" Why were they acting so irrational? Texas supposed that this was a stressful situation--he was stressed, too!--but snapping at the only possible source of information wasn't going to get them anywhere, even if he was being vague and negative.
The demon had still not gotten off the table. It was his unofficial leading position, even if everyone seemed to be ignoring it and even if the cloaked man appeared to know much more than he did. Well, perhaps he could speak for the group here when he said, "Sir, if you would mind telling us what you know?"
(( Sorry for the short post. ): ))
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