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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:17 am
[Melisande - Entrance]
"Day coo pash." Melisande repeated absently, thinking over the rest of what Wasa had said. She didn't ask what decoupage meant...it was probably a Wasa Thing. "So that means...Aki isn't here." She squeezed Lulu's hand ever so gently, and her wings fluffed and settled against her back, full and fine like a sunning songbird. "Oh, thank you!"
She relaxed subtly, but the Muse's relief was short lived. As her hand slipped from Lulu's, and she turned to the Frei. Her manners, as abruptly as they'd left, seemed to have returned. "Aki...was my guardian. I'm on my own, now. She wanted to take me away, and...I couldn't bear to leave." She explained it as best she could, skipping over the more traumatic details.
It was also becoming obvious that the source of Pasha's relief was the source of Wasa's sadness. She accepted the envelope gracefully, turning it over in her hands. She was grateful Aki hadn't gotten the invitation, but that meant Wasa had no chance to see her. Melisande had given up posing for now...poor Wasa must be heartbroken that Melisande was alone.
"It's very nice to see you, Wasa." Melisande tilted her head warmly, frozen white curls staying perfectly in place. "Perhaps the three of us could find a treat, or something to dr-"
Pasha trailed off, wincing at the sudden uproar in noise from across the barn. With her vision as limited as it was, she had no way of knowing what was going on. All she knew is that the sounds were scary! "Lulu? Is everything okay?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 11:51 am
((Zeke - Buffet Table
Anya - Pumpkin Carving Tables ))
As David explained that it was his sister that handled the facts of their guardianship, the vet gave a light nod of understanding and turned his attention to the girl who was finishing up with giving her number to Anita. Like the caveman, Zeke saw Santa Claus come strolling over and that gave him a momentary distraction and kept him from posing the same question to Namini. Instead, he gave the newest arrival a smile and small wave, only able to do those two things before Anita had chirped her question.
"This place is pretty big on fruit wines other than grape. There's apple, raspberry, blueberry...Pretty sure I saw dandelion wine on that list too." It was clear he was taking the young woman's question seriously, but he couldn't recall everything on the list. Still, four was enough and he gave Anita a light shrug - one of his ways of apology when he was stuck. If she wanted to try tasting, she'd have to give the list a once over herself, and it seemed she would for the first part of what she had said. At the second, that idea was replaced with certainty of whom the game store clerk would be looking for. A look at that matched spread across his piercing-less face which only broke into a smile as he was gently ribbed.
"Hey," he said as Anita turned, touching his friend on the shoulder to make her pause for just a second or two. "If you're scouting for who I think you are, point him my way afterward, okay?" The hand he used to tap Anita's shoulder was dropped and instead rested against the side of his jacket - indicating there was something in the inside pocket for the Baphomet. It never hurt to have an extra pair of eyes out, especially if Alex was supposed to keep mum about what the demon was disguised as. Speaking of Alex, thanks to turning around, the vet was able to catch a peek of her talking to a man Zeke didn't realize he had met before, if only briefly. He had to wonder when she had snuck off - missing her whole show of walking past him and back again - but didn't linger too long on his sister. One of his companions was leaving and he was still in the midst of a conversation himself after all. It was impolite to linger.
"See you later, Anita." The vet gave the pigtailed woman's head a friendly pat and let her off on her way. Zeke turned around to face his company instead, finding Namini with a bright red face first. A brow raised and he looked to her brother curiously before he looked back at Josh who was clearly the reason the remaining young woman had turned scarlet.
"Hey there Santa! Out a bit early this year I see."
She floated straight and quick away from the dunk tank's vicinity, seething and hissing curses the entire way to the corner she had picked out even at a foggy distance. Even as it was revealed the corner wasn't as dark as she had thought it to be - it was lit with spooky lights and filled with tables topped with pumpkins and carving things - she didn't care that it was. Her mind was elsewhere; buzzing angrily with the offense that had just been shouted at her and throbbing dully in time with the sharp stings of pain coming from her digits. Slowly that realization of pain was taking over, but for the moment the spider queen was wrapped in anger like a blanket and was acting as such.
Her face was contorted into that enraged, near-bestial expression and her entire being still shook with barely suppressed tremors. Her eyes flashed around the immediate area both looking for and attempting to drive off anyone who came near. Her wings and crown flailed and flexed respectively; the former slicing the air and threatening to cut anyone who dared travel too close while the latter curled and unfurled repeatedly against the virus Frei's scalp. She was angry. Beyond angry. She couldn't even think straight!
How dare he?! No one had the right to say such things to her, especially those who thrust her into a conversation she didn't want to get into in the first place! Who does he think he is?
The spider queen started to pace. It was a terse action in an equally terse straight line that seemed as barely contained as her shaking. Several times she threw her gaze across the room when she turned around, but the thematic lighting of the generally shady area - pumpkins lit with electric candles for safety - prevented her from seeing far through the mist. She knew he was over there though and that was enough to make her throw a scathing glare in that general direction before turning around to float the line in the opposite direction. Thoughts to the spider queen became words as she turned.
"How dare he?" she whispered in a ragged exhale. "How dare he how dare he how dare he how dare he how--ow!"
She flinched and bit down on her bottom lip as a spike of pain ripped up her arm from her hands. In her whispering the Frei had continued to squeeze her fists, driving her nails deeper into her palm and causing more minute pops that became sore throbs. She had squeezed too hard this time and instead of throbs, there was that in their place. Her tersely straight line wobbled and Anastacia leaned heavily against the barn's wall as she finally looked at what damage had been done to her by her own doing. What damage it was.
Her arms were still like coiled springs wanting to strike out and thus felt as heavy as lead when she raised them. She could barely relax her fists, but even if she hadn't been so angry now she still wouldn't have been able to entirely. Slender fingers that had been balled became claws as they rose and could not be moved any farther from such a position. Anastacia tried, but was met with more stabbing pain, making her wince and utter a low moan in the back of her throat that became a shocked gasp when her hands came to a stop at chest level before her.
It wasn't the pain or the fact her lovely hands were now taking on a poor rendition of gnarled claws - no. What caused the gasp was something else entirely; something she had never witnessed before. From under the nails of three fingers of her right hand and four of her left white liquid was oozing out and pooling. It shined in the dim light of the Pumpkin Carving area in a way that was similar to glue. Unlike glue however, when the white ooze leaked out it merely pooled against the spider's short nails. If it did leak downward, the gluey liquid didn't make it far before coming to a stop. Anastacia didn't know it - and was too absorbed in staring at this horrible sight to realize anything but the obvious at the moment - but the ooze was reacting and changing. The run off froze in response to the air but remained white and shiny even as it dried. Given it hadn't been pulled and was instead left to pool or run down the Frei's fingers, its form was not what anyone would have associated with what it truly was - spider's silk.
Touching the stuff may lead another to recognize what it was, but the Frei was having none of that. The initial shock waned and in its place was the horror that stemmed from her knowing that her skin stained with even the smallest amounts of liquid. To her eyes this was liquid and she had to get it off herself fast. Lavender eyes darted around, looking wildly for something, anything. There were tablecloths abounds, but there were paper towels atop those tables too. Anastacia went for the latter, grabbing an entire roll and letting the majority fall to the floor and unravel as she clawed for a sheet or two. Grabbing was not a pleasant experience - each time she moved a finger, it seemed to howl in protest at her and send another wave of pain from her fingers up her arm. She winced more and groaned, biting down on her lip with her fangs sheathed as she tried to wipe her aching fingers on the sheet she hadn't let go. Even the gentlest touch made her fingertips ache, but she had to get clean. She couldn't let herself get stained again; especially not after she had stained herself with that shiny, clear liquid last month!
Given the nature of what the stuff oozing from her fingertips actually was, Anastacia was unpleasantly surprised by what happened next. She pulled her hand out of the sheet and expected it to be clean, but that was far from the case. Instead of the ooze being gone, it stuck to the paper towel and, thanks to being pulled by Anastacia's hand, stretched from where it had been stuck back to its source in thick strands. Anastacia uttered a little cry of horror at this and threw the paper towel down. It fell, but it did not touch the floor no thanks in part to its tethers.
This did not sit well with the virus Raevan and it would be no stretch to say that her anger had been replaced with disgust and horror by this point.
Though it hurt her to do so she reacted as what she would later feel was appropriate. She violently shook her hands, damn near flailing them as she tried to get the paper towel and what was stuck to it off. It stayed put and stretched farther. The paper towel did reach the floor at one point, but the silk remained attached to both it and her. Anastacia only grew more distressed and sore - each little movement making her ache and not only in her hands. Her arms were still tensed with a punch that hadn't been thrown and that in its own right was quite the ache. She tried to tear it off and though it stretched, some of the strands did break away. This however caused said silk to become stuck to the hand that ripped it away and also freed the busted spinnerets, allowing them to ooze more and start the process all over again.
"What is this?!"
All the while there had been voices from underneath the nearest table. Anastacia, being too absorbed in herself, and the party, being generally too noisy, meant the Frei had heard very little. Snatches were heard now and again but she was too preoccupied with her predicament to hear anything definite. Nothing, at least, until there was another godawful wail.
When the noise ripped from under the picnic table, the spider queen damn near jumped right out of her ooze-leaking skin. She whipped around - having since moved off the wall - just in time to see something very green and very much THERE in her field of vision. Unlike the incident with Cruz, where she had a few moments to react while her brain rebooted, Anastacia had zero here. As such, her body acted on its own accord and before she knew it, she had her aching hands against the chest of whatever-it-was that was there and was shoving it away. Thanks to those tensed up muscles in her arms, there was quite a bit of force behind it but she didn't see where the thing that was there went as she recoiled in order to get away - wings flailing about uselessly instead of curling over her shoulders. Who it was, where it went, she did not see but she did push it away and uttered a cry of mixed shock, pain, and surprise as it went the opposite way from her: right over the table from whence it had come.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 5:31 pm
(( Shep: Entrance ---> Food tables; Vivi: Pot luck table))
It took Shepard a little longer than he would have liked to admit to tip his hat again and take a step away from the marble goddess; he had no idea who she was, but evidently she had a good many friends waiting for her attention. And how wouldn't she? That face -- that face inspired poetics, but all Shepard thought of at that moment was: perfect.
He shook his head at himself with a faint smile as he walked through the party, looking around for acquaintances. He'd met so many Raevans now by accident -- at least, it felt like he'd met scores of them by now. Surely one or two familiar faces would be about? Maybe Reks or Delia?
Or, hey, wait, wasn't that --?
Shepard sidestepped a talking couple to cut Anita off as she made her way across the floor, purposefully stepping out directly in her path.
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Vivi, meanwhile, set out her pumpkin spice cake on the already-too-full potluck table. She busied herself with steadying it, fixing the surrounding foods to make sure they were all displayed to their best advantage. It was only as she pulled back that she noticed she was not alone at the table -- a graceful Egyptian god was nearby, so well-masked that she could not figure him momentarily as living or decoration.
She peered with an unabashed curiousity at the costume, eyes bright, head tilted.
"Pardon?" the harlequin whispered cheekily, intrigued.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:22 pm
[[ Eiry - In the table ]]
Eiry suddenly felt the press of two sharp nailed hands against his chest. He had only so much time to register the foreign feeling of hands against him, his mind confused by the unexpected reaction from the spider frei, before he was launched into the table and crashed into it. That spider frei could certainly pack a punch into her arms. His back slammed hard against the pumpkin carving tools, his head knocking into a pair of pumpkins and knocking one of them off the table to fall to the ground with a hollow thump, his wings giving a crackle of flame as he nearly smothered them with his own body. This was entirely strange. Entirely. Strange. Why hadn't he fallen through the table? He felt his instincts kick in, felt his will exert itself over his reality, preparing himself to fly through anything physical that would otherwise harm him, but it did not follow through. It didn't bloom his body into nothingness. He smashed into the table and it hurt.
Eiry gave a moan of pain, feeling the carving tools against his back, but not puncturing through his costume. That was the good thing about wearing period clothes, he assumed, he had many thick layers to defend himself with. Prying open his blood red eyes, his face showing an honest wrinkle of discomfort, Eiry shifted upon the table and rolled himself slightly to the side, pulling himself up out of the pumpkin tools and pulling his wings free from beneath him. he focused his look of pain down at his chest, to where something strange caught his eye. There were some beads of white smeared onto his coat, pulled into thin strings that connected back to Anya's fingertips. Eiry pulled himself up further from the table, his knit brows focused at Anya in confusion as he adjusted himself from the hurt.
"Lady Widow," he said weakly, capturing her in his red gaze, "Why such violence? It was an accident..."
Then he understood. The reason for his inability to pass safely through the table was right there smeared onto his chest. Her web strings were attached to him and her, combining them, but the webs were hers not his. They were her magic. Eiry couldn't phase through the magic of others, something he discovered in the conclusion of the virus outbreak, when Zul had captured him in an embrace of ice to hold him still for the curing injection. Had he any bit of an other's magic attached to him, he could not pass through other objects just as much as he couldn't pass through other raevan's magic.
With a strained grimace, Eiry picked himself from the table and shook himself free of whatever paraphernalia that had pricked into his back. He still leaned his weight against it, his wings are rest behind his shoulders as he lifted his hand to the back of his head where he clocked it with a pumpkin. "My body aches..." he muttered, still looking at Anya and the strings attaching him to her and waiting for an apology. That would be only polite, wouldn't it?
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 7:19 pm
[[ Dunk Tank --> Near the Tables ]]
Well, her name was Cordelia, and Basil belonged to her. That was one mystery solved. For a moment, the leviathan puzzled over the peculiar statement. Was Basil hers like Prajna belonged to him? (Truly, the Star belonged to no one, but the other redhead was truly Varun’s favorite, if not his only friend. He liked to think he had some degree of leverage on the other Frei, even if it proved time and again that it did what it wanted.) Was Basil hers like Ford was Kinsey’s? His brows furrowed further, a crease forming and wrinkled his features. Was Basil hers like Kinsey was Phiel’s? Ugh! The serpent gave himself a shake. Enough of this! Enough, he did not have time for this, especially not with Rattlewings acting so hostile towards him.
I am not picking at anyone, Varun felt necessary to disclaim. I hear harsh words, I come and see. This one says things to spider queen, she tells me to keep him away and acts all pained-like, and then he gets all… The leviathan’s words failed him then, throwing one hand into the air. A fight was the last thing he wanted right now, he had more important things to concern himself with. (Namely Kinsey, but secondly, Anya. She looked like she was in pain!) His explination was cut short, attention dragged back to Rivener and the seasonal Frei visibly contorted, flaring his wings as far as he could. Feh. Good to see me, I am sure. A reminder of victory won.
His next suggestion caught the leviathan off guard. Baring his fangs, he shifted uneasily, looking from the Scorpion to the Basilisk, and finally to the King Cobra. He was outnumbered. Was this some sort of plan, a trap? Oh, then he had been caught well and good, outnumbered terribly. With a low, uneasy keen, the leviathan gave another thrash. Why? Why come with me? Am not stupid, I remember what happened last. It was over Melisande, he remembered that, as well.
Anya’s voice caught his attention, and- Eiry now? He did not know the Sigel well, having only met him when first born, but the Raevan had been in a pleasant mood earlier. Bewildered, he strained his wings outward and glanced back at Rivener and his small cohort. Do you know Anya? Always like this? he inquired, deciding to investigate. Cordelia seemed to have Basil, and he was not about to step between the two of them. Or Rivener. God help him, this was turning into a shitshow. And where was his Kinsey in all of this? Approaching the spider queen and Eiry for a second time, Varun rumbled and tried to assess the situation, wrinkling his nose at the mess all over the Sigel’s chest. What is this, Anya? Take Basil, find someone else?
He didn’t understand. Why was all of this happening? He didn’t understand.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:59 pm
(( Kyou - By a large barrel near the food table ))
"Nah it's supposed to be a surprise." Kyou chuckled as he adjusted the mask back into place. He was going to let everyone that commented on his costume have a peek, and see how they react to it. "Having the mask off would ruin the surprise!"
"I would love to have you working on the hedges and flowers again, they look a little overgrown at the moment." 'A little overgrown' was putting it lightly. Fact is, neither Kyou nor Lazarus were good gardeners, and lack the interest or patience to be one. Once in a while Kyou would hire gardeners to take care of the plants for him. But what with the lengthy renovation work among other things, the poor plants were forgotten. When they finally realized that the garden was in dire need for a trim, it was already overgrown with all sorts of useless weeds. Yes, having Isi back to tend to the gardens would definitely be a good idea. "I can pay you a little bit more in forms of cake and apple cider if you don't mine." He chuckled a little embarrassingly, the garden does need extra work after all...
The goofy grin on Kyou's face faded as his golden eyes met with Isi's grey. Even if the youth did not ask the question, he knew Isi was troubled, and the Halloween party is probably not the best place to discuss about this. "Sure." Kyou replied reassuringly with a softer, warmer smile. "I'm free the whole of next week, come drop on by and we can talk. I'll prepare the cake and maybe... you can make that mean apple cider of your's too. But of course, you need to tell me what ingredients I should prepare." He added the last part with a soft chuckle.
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Dangerous Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:19 pm
((Basil: Dunk Tank
Genie: Outside ))
Though their bodies had collided harshly in their efforts to reach one another, Basil couldn't have been happier, or more relieved. Cordelia seemed to have a knack for encountering him just when he needed her help the most. Always smart, always capable, and never without an explanation prepared. He held her tightly, eyes half-lidded as she whispered to him in their familiar tongue. Soothing him. He hadn't understood a word of it, though there were certain aspects of him that were not so unfortunate. The feel of her cold, pointed fingers raking through his hair had nearly been enough to render him limp, had he not been made aware of a veritable crowd of people starting to form. The byplay of five intersecting relationships; Some of them hostile, some of them good-natured, and some of them brand new. He began to feel excited again, the back of his eyes buzzing and burning. He blanched, having only now taken notice of the stranger beside them. A striking abundance of red and bone-white, with great, powerful wings and fearsome horns. He couldn't help but stare vacantly from above Cordelia's head, roving him. New to him. Aspects of him had been as shiny and sharp as the spider had been, though he had failed to make the connection. He had heard him speak to Cordelia, talking over him as people often did, and when he spoke, Basil knew his repertoire of voices had grown that much larger, auditioning it in his head, and delighting. A fingernail went to Basil's mouth, which he chewed. A bad habit.
Fetching Basil from his interior playground, Delia had then ushered him beside her to get a closer look at their opponent. He cast his eyes downward while she lectured him, and openly commended Basil's character. He could always trust her to vouch for him. However, while the gesture had been nice, he still could not have been certain that he was entirely innocent in this. He held Cordelia's arm, mumbling to her, "I never saw that girl before. Or him either. But if I did a stupid thing, they should yell at me... I just wish I knew what it was." Lacking certain tools neccessary for the deflection or reassessment of blame, Basil had been left with something of a defeatist personality. Denying help when it came for him, accepting defeat without a struggle. Sometimes he did it to pacify others, and sometimes, he did it flippantly, in which it came disguised as modesty. When it doubt, it was always Basil's fault, and he urged Cordelia to see things from that perspective.
Without moving his head, his eyes then cut to the shape of Lazarus, blurry at first before appearing near Rivener. When he had scanned the bevy of faces crowding near the dunk tank, and had settled on Basil, he had given him a certain look. One that had set the tone for their relationship the moment he had creeped from behind, and forced from him a scream. A scream Basil did not actively remember, but which resonated within him still. His mind had done him the kindness of dusting the mantle on which his memories were kept. Tidying it; keeping it from spoiling. Those of Lazarus were especially fond. Admiring him for his patience, his maturity and kindness. They had met once before, when Basil was still very young, having helped him through a difficult time. One of the very first times he had been so bold as to leave the safety of The Arms and wander the streets, alone and foraging. To this day, Basil still carried a memento of The Red One. A burn which remained dark upon his forearm from the lick of fire. Lazarus' doing, though far from unprovoked. Genuinely happy to see him, he smiled widely, thin lips allowing a full set of pale yellow teeth.
Eyes intent on the Incubus, he began to pull away from Cordelia, adjusting his furs and mentioning offhandedly to her, "If you want, we can find a game to play... Genie said parties were about games." He called to Lazarus, "Right?"
Just as their conversation had started to hit a lull, Genie thankfully hadn't needed to scramble for a new topic. A new person had been taken aside by Ebony. A man, in what she politely assumed to be a generic ninja costume. He had seemed for lack of a better word, flustered by something, smiling suspiciously as she shook his hand in the firm, brief way she had perfected in a thousand work-place interfaces. "Aphisment, hey, how you doing." Her eyes seemed to remark on the unusual nature of his name with a slight narrowing, then a casual warmth. It became apparent then, that they were all united by the trials of guardianship. She cut him off slightly near the end of his description of his companion, laughing ashamedly, "I'm sorry, we only got here a little bit ago, Ebony here is really the first person I've talked to, but I'll keep an eye out."
"Mine's in there." She gestured towards the barn, "Shifty-lookin' guy in a big hairy coat, you can't really miss him. His name's Basil-- if you run into him later, trust me, he's a good kid. Will probably talk your ear off. Does a great impression of Jimmy Stewart if you ask him nice enough." Great didn't even begin to describe it. "But listen to me prattle on— if you don't mind me sayin' so, you kind of look like the cat that caught the canary. You sure it's just sauce you've been after?" She nudged him good-heartedly with an elbow. While Genie's gut-feeling was a force to be reckoned with, even she was not entirely aware of how close she was to the truth.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:13 pm
((Delia – Dunk Tank // Ebs – Outside>Inside))
“Shhh…I doubt you did anything worth her getting so worked up like that.” Cordelia hissed to the other snake in their forked language, not aware that Basil was unable to understand, she just didn’t want anyone else to hear. “That girl is bad news…”
She could care less if Varun left, but she didn’t want Riven going anywhere near Anya. She despised that spider more than she thought she could have (even more now because of this thing with Basil), but that might have been based solely on the fact that she knew what the girl was made up of. Her fear of the virus had literally been instilled in her since birth and just thinking about what that cold hearted girl could really do if the seal on her powers broke…it chilled the snake to the depths of her black rune. Zeke, Ebby, the Doctor...they all said nothing would happen again, but she couldn’t completely believe them for some reason.
“No…Riven…wait…” the girl began to protest, only able to reach a hand towards the departing figure of her friend as Basil was still clasped tight in her arms. She was going to start moving her and the cobra after the two when another approached.
"What's wrong?"
It was then Basil squirmed out from her hold and spoke to the Incubus. Still none too happy with how things were going, Cordelia was rather happy to see the fire Sigel. He was the eldest, the strongest, surely he would put a stop to anything should Anya go off again. With a relieved sigh, Delia spoke the others name, “Lazarus…”
She was just about to explain what she’d seen and everything after when a sudden crash from across the way startled the basilisk. Grey eyes went wide as her hands flew up to her mouth in surprise and bewilderment. Wasn’t that Riven’s brother? And sure enough who would be there, but the virus, causing havoc and mayhem wherever she went. What the hell was wrong with that Raevan?! “Lazarus?!” she whirled back to the demon as if expecting him to do something about all this.
In respect of their friendship, Ebony did try to stifle her chuckle, but it was hard when the chef seemed so flustered then. She did wonder what was up, but again she wasn’t the type to just butt into others business unless she absolutely thought she must. Aphi said he was somewhat drunk and that might explain the rambling to an extent, yet she felt the expression he’d held on his face just a moment before they’d pulled up to him was because of something that had happened rather than just mere alcohol.
Still she remained quiet on that subject, thinking perhaps it best to move him forward from whatever plights that troubled him like he did for her so many times prior. “What? Drunk already?” Ebony clicked her tongue in all teasing fun as she rocked back on her heels some. “Aphismet, you really should know better. Someone might try and take advantage of you if they see you like this.” Of course she was only joking, not really thinking anyone from the Lab would be so crash as to do something like that and thus gave a light laugh.
A noise from inside caught the Brit’s attention then and she frowned, peering around Aphismet as best she could. “Say…did you two hear that? Sounded like a crash or something…” What exactly was going on in there? Ebony excused herself to investigate, leaving the two to either continue their conversation or to follow suite with her.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 6:04 am
[[Aphismet = Outside >> By the Door // Rivener = Dunk Tank >> Pumpkin Carving]]
Varun's reaction to everything Rivener said made the Sigel's eyebrows raise high, arching in shock. Wow, he'd been half-hoping the other wouldn't recall what had happened, exactly, but no such luck. Still, he just sighed and waited for the Leviathan to get it all out, figuring he deserved at least that much. If not more. As long as Varun agreed to go with him and leave the two snake-souled Raevans, that's all Riv had wanted.
Rivener actually grinned and heaved a sigh of relief when Lazarus showed up. Good, a Sigel he could trust to keep an eye on Cordelia and Basil while he and Varun went to check on Anya! The Scorpion reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder, pausing for only a brief moment to take in the fake beard, stifling a snicker of amusement.
"Laz, I'm glad you're here. Can you keep an eye on these two and make sure no one picks on them? I gotta go check on Anya real quick-..."
A racket drew his attention, as it did everyone else's. Red eyes popped wide in the black-and-white face as Riv watched Eiry recover from colliding with a table. Swearing, Riv floated off with Varun, approaching the pair connected by spider-silk. The Scorpion frowned, unsure whose side he would be on NOW. What the hell was with the people here, this evening? Fights were erupting all over!
As soon as he approached, Rivener raised his hands in a calming manner, speaking as calmly as he could. He could tell Anya was freaking out over something, and after being involved in two seperate altercations, she had good reason to be. A swift, severe glare was sent to Varun, warning him not to speak too harshly. "Hey, hey, it's alright. Anastacia, just breathe, it's okay. Eiry, are you hurt? ...What happened?" he repeated Varun's question, looking more than a little concerned for both parties involved.
Aphismet blinked wide eyes at Genie, amazed that he'd been busted so quick. This woman was pretty astute. Aphi chuckled uneasily, shrugging a shoulder and rubbing at the back of his neck. "Err, well, I'm kind of-... yeah, not just tipsy, but this is a party so I don't want to get into it, if that's okay. Thanks for asking, though!" The chef was quick to add this last part in, hoping she hadn't thought she'd offended him.
Ebony's ribbing just earned another sheepish chuckle, though whatever reply he might have formulated was cut short by the muffled commotion inside... Aphismet instantly worried that Rivener had gotten into a fight. It would be the Scorpion's M.O. after all. He frowned as Ebony went to see, but would feel better if he checked for himself. He glanced at Genie, motioning for them to walk and talk. "I'm sure I'd love to meet your Raevan, he sounds like a good person! Sorry to make you walk over like this, I just wanted to make sure that- oh damn."
Of course, right in the middle of the commotion were Rivener and Eiry both. Eiry was attached by white ropes to Zeke's Anya, and another Raevan Aphi didn't recognize floated with them... At least it looked like Riv was trying to defuse the situation instead of exacerbating it... Aphi smiled sheepishly at Genie and pointed at the sharp-winged Sigel by the pumpkins. "That's my Rivener, the big one," he said with a tone that said much more.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:53 am
(( Pot Luck Table ))
He was observing, because it was what he chose to do. Watching the Frei's interact, so excitable, so easily influenced by one another - for better or for worse - was enthralling. Had the Raevans always been so malleable, he wondered? Had he himself been as such, so easy to rile and sway and control? Zul smiled beneath his bone-white mask, the lid of his glowing sky-blue eyes making his expression less than amicable. No, he'd never quite been like the others, so caught in the moment. Maybe that was why he didn't recognize those under Eiry's spell (save for the Spider Queen), or why he didn't know the handful of those he'd seen but once in his life, such as Basil - he didn't quite connect. It made him miss Lucia and Rivener and Varun (who he'd not yet seen), feeling that being a Sigel had granted him little more than awareness over these sad facts.
A sweet, accent-lilted voice gently called his attention, turning his beaked head to settle his gaze upon a stunning undead harlequin. What was more shocking, perhaps, was that the rich-voiced word came from a human - the likes of which he seemed to run into no end of trouble with. Turning to face the lovely mask of death, he touched his fingertips over his chest and bowed his head, just so and slightly tilted. "Excuse me," he returned politely, "am I in the way?" Zul's wings tugged faintly at the back of his long-maned headpiece, keeping the bone appendages tucked beneath for the time being. He wanted to spread them and float high - a knee-jerk reaction to impress those that impressed him, it seemed - but he maintained his stoic character for the moment, the smoky glass hiding his eyes glowing intensely with his given attention.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 3:55 pm
((Josh: Buffet ; LuLu: Entrance ))
LuLu gave a curious tilt of her head. She was surprised to learn that Wasa had known Melisande even longer than herself. The rabbit straightened up as to make her look more proper. Her back and ribbon formed a regal arch giving the illusion of the spine she would one day possess. Chin raised high, she addressed the human once more, “Well, if Pasha likes you, so do I. It is a pleasure.” The frei commended Wasa with an approving bow of her slight jawline.
The faintest of pouts crossed the frei’s face as her muse slipped away. Her cuffed arms dropped to her sides once more their purpose seemingly lost. Melisande’s words struck the rabbit as unusual and she had some trouble fully understanding them. Was it possible to leave your guardian? The idea had never occurred to the younger raevan. Of course, LuLu had run away from home in order to get a taste of adventure. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, she had always returned to the comfort of the place she knew best. She felt her respect for the sigel raise another bar higher, already impossibly elevated. The girl probed in a low tone, “How did you leave her?” A few individuals crossed LuLu’s mind as she asked Melisande her question. A few people she thought of less fondly than others. Fortunately, LuLu’s mind could not rest on those unsettling thoughts for long as the muse directed her attention elsewhere.
Lavender eyes darted to the corner of the room where the explosion of noise had erupted. The frei’s critical gaze landed heavily on the scene that was playing out before her. She was not certain of the circumstances of the confrontation. However, LuLu was confident of one thing. Eiry had caused it and, to her delight, the ghostly sigel was getting his nonexistent behind handed to him. The rabbit was unfamiliar with the purple haired frei, but she would make sure to congratulate the girl later. Just as she accepted friends of her friends, LuLu welcomed the enemies of her enemies. The frei turned the conversation back to Melisande, “I do not know. Do you want me to take you over? We can say hello. See what is wrong.” LuLu smirked inwardly. Saying hello to a girl like herself, someone unopposed of throwing a punch, was an exciting prospect. It was not as exhilarating as meeting a cordial princess like Melisand, but it was a close second. Once the spider calmed down, the rabbit would be sure to introduce herself.
Josh chuckled at the cave girl. His voice was tender and friendly as he replied, “I arrived not too long ago.” He leaned into the crowd, allowing himself to inch closer to the lass he had watched just seconds earlier with an amorous gaze. His eyes still wavered with a luke-warm passion. “You sound like you did not miss me at all!” He shrugged and stated a bit flippantly, “I’ll have you know, I am happy to see you again.” Despite the fact his demeanor was nonchalant Josh’s psyche was ablaze with worry and anxiety. He triple checked his words before he allowed them to pass his lips. He would make sure not a syllable was improperly uttered to Namini. Especially considering the terms they had last left each other.
Josh offered the tuxedoed man a hearty smile. He had never met Zeke before, but the boy was never averse to encountering new people. Unless they were people like David. Josh had still not given Namini’s brother an ounce of his consideration.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:56 pm
(( Anita – Food Tables → Middle of Room | Cruz - Under Pumpkin Carving Table ))
Anita stepped away from the small, but steadily growing group around the food tables with a smirk on her face. Zeke had caught on quick enough to who she had been referring, and the brunette was eager to get to work on scouting the baphomet out. It had been months since she had seen him, let alone talked to him, and Alex said this would be a good place for them to all meet up and catch up with one another, as well as for them to meet her little green friend.
Looking around, she could see hide nor hair of him, Prajna or Eiry, and a frown creeped onto her face as she craned her neck to see over the constantly shifting crowd. It was a large barn, but there were a lot of tables and things around, as well as the number of people in unfamiliar costume increasing steadily. It was difficult to find anyone person unless you knew precisely what you were looking for, and with her so distracted she certainly didn't see a certain cowboy duck directly out of the crowd and into her path. With a graceless “off”, Anita stumbled back after her entire front slammed against the taller man's torso and immediately held her hands out, eyes going wide.
”Oh my God, I am so sorry, sir,” she managed to spit out after a second of blinking dumbly. Immediately her attention went back to looking for her charge, not passing the man she so unceremoniously knocked into a glance until she paused to think about how he was standing. He was facing her directly, like he had been walking purposefully in her direction, and had stopped by the time she hit him. Quirking a brow, she attempted to subtly look over at him over her shoulder, hoping her bangs would hide her eyes, but no such luck. Anita's eyes narrowed in scrutiny, perhaps unintentionally looking as if she were giving the guy the stink eye, but then a pout formed on her lips and her brows upturned.
This guy was... familiar.
Really familiar.
Holding a hand out again, since their attentions were already on one another, she piped up once more to the mystery cowboy. ”I didn't, uh... ruin your evening or anything, did I?” Half a joke, but it was rare that she ran into someone physically as she just had, let alone someone who seemed to have stepped in her way intentionally.
Then it hit her. It was hard to tell at first, from the shadow cast by the ten gallon hat and the increased amount of scruff covering his face, but those stormy green eyes gave him away in a heart beat once she actually took the time to look. A grin formed and her eyes narrowed, a playfully devious look perking up on her face, ”Or should I ruin it more, cowboy?” Playing to her costume, she rested a hand on the handle of her prop ax, tucked safely in a belt loop on her jeans. She wasn't quite sure how well a woodsman and a cowboy would get along, but Anita was willing to bet it had something to do with extremely awkward flirting and an inability to quit.
Following the nasty clonk on his head, Cruz all but curled up into a heap upon the floor under the table. When silence was the only sound from Eiry outside, he slowly opened his eyes and strained his ears. Beside him, Prajna seemed to be suffering from the same sort of freeze frame in motion, but muttered out the quietest of questions that the crocodile nearly didn't hear it at all. What felt like an eternity but was really a matter of very short seconds passed as the scene unfolded outside. The inverted flame turned to Cruz and whimpered out the dreaded question that was on both of their minds but only one of them had the words to voice.
”N...No--” he began, but was swiftly interrupted by a hard knock against the table. The crocodile nearly jumped out of his skin, scrambling over to Prajna and curling around it.
”Lady Widow, why such violence? It was an accident...”
Cruz's face went pallid, his skin immediately feeling clammy. His arms wrapped tightly around Prajna's middle, both from a desire to protect the star but also from fear. It was true, it was all true, and now Eiry was going to...
"Hey, hey, it's alright. Anastacia, just breathe, it's okay. Eiry, are you hurt? ...What happened?"
...be absolutely fine.
Slowly, Cruz's breath drained in one slow but steady sigh, his chest gently collapsing while his body loosened its tight hold upon the androgynous Frei. Simultaneously, his eyes narrowed, lips grew taut and his brows subtly pressed upon his lids.
It had been a joke after all, and the 'Lady Widow' was merely Anastacia.
”Prrashna...” Cruz rumbled, a neutral tone to his voice then as he spoke without looking to his companion. He pulled himself away carefully so as not to spook or disrupt the frightened thing, but gave it a hand signal to stay precisely where it was. Cautiously, he crept to the edge of the cloth where he saw the shadows of those floating all around. Thus far he counted there, Eiry, Anastacia and a third party as of yet unidentified. Waiting for the most opportune moment, he bared his teeth into a displeased frown, his gaze easily expressing how little amusement he felt at the current situation. His hands reached up, pulling the table cloth over his head so his face was revealed and he glared up at his minty friend, still floating against the table.
”Eerie!” he hissed through his teeth, a quiet but sharp sound that broke through the conversation despite its controlled volume. ”Prrashna, Krooz, no,” Cruz struggled for a moment, looking even more sour because of him fumbling his words. Finally he managed to settle on ”No like,” before grasping another word he had only heard a few times, tightening his brows. ”Bad.”
There was no distinct hate in Cruz's voice, no righteous anger, only sincere disapproval of the gut wrenching terror he had managed to evoke from the both of them and for absolutely nothing. He knew, however, that once his poorly thought out 'speech' was concluded he would need to quickly withdraw himself back beneath the table with the perhaps still confused Prajna, for if he stayed longer than his mere twenty seconds of communication surely the Lady Widow would not appreciate his lingering presence and perhaps try to make true on Eiry's story's idle threats.
However, all of the stress from his fear, telling Eiry off, trying to avoid making Ana even more frightful or furious with him and now attempting to comfort Prajna were taking a toll on him. He was hungry, and it was making him a bit grumpy, but Cruz was going to do his best not to let it affect those around him. His body, however, gave off a natural allure as his hunger increased; a sort of 'kissable' aura seemed to emanate off of him, growing subtly stronger since the first peckish pangs of his rune began by the food tables. How it affected those around him, well, it was hard to say for everyone's reaction would be different whether they gave him a flirtatious stare or pulled him on top of them and locked lips. This aura was an unconscious thing, something Cruz was not aware of nor had any control over, but there it was.
The kissing crocodile wanted to feed.
Pulling himself back under the safety of the table, he dared not to look at Anastacia even once for fear of setting her off. He floated back, being careful of his head, and settled beside the Raevan in the raptor costume.
”Prrashna,” he cooed, having lost his annoyed expression and replacing it with concern, ”...Good?” It took a moment for him to find the right word, but Cruz gently rested a hand upon one of Prajna's. He wanted the words to explain that Eiry's story hadn't been true, all a farce, and he had just been pretending that Anastacia was the Lady Widow, but the words eluded him. Instead, all he could come up with was: ”No Lady Widow, Prrashna... Yes?” and offered a weak but reassuring smile.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 11:02 pm
((Namini: Food buffet | David: Food buffet -> outside | Prajna:underneath the carving table))
Prajna could barely hear Cruz’s response to its horrified question, when muffled voices and a loud thud! overtook their conversation and the space above their heads. Frightful twilit eyes glanced at the table’s underside with complete and utter anxiousness, waiting for some monstrous hand to just ease its way through the wood and grope the space underneath until it had found the hidden Star. What was going on? The ruby raptor turned to just catch Cruz’s hand gesture, something that seemed to symbolize a “just a moment” or “stay put” notion, but Prajna reached for Cruz’s departing hand in fear. Didn’t he know?! Couldn’t he understand? It was safer beneath the table! They could do nothing for Eiry! Sadly, the Star’s fingertips just barely missed Cruz’s as he peeked even further out from beneath the tablecloth. This was it. They were going to be discovered by the spider demoness and die.
Prajna scooted as far away from Cruz as it possibly could, coiling into itself and continuing to use its crow wings as some kind of feathery barrier. So long as it protected its neck, its heart, the Lady Widow could not strangle it, could not sink her deep fangs directly into Prajna’s developing chest and throat. Cruz’s voice became muffled, blocked by the tablecloth and Prajna wonder what his last words were turning out to be. He sounded angry or perhaps brave. The terror flooding the redhead’s mind made it incapable of thinking logically. Lady Widow, Lady Widow, Lady Widow. She was but a mere three, four feet away from them, above them, and Cruz was threatening her. Surely, this was it. Had Eiry not spoken of her tale, provoked the she witch, and had Cruz let her have her one sacrifice, perhaps this entire mess could have been avoided. Perhaps Prajna would not have to die.
But then…
Just as fresh tears began to roll back down Prajna’s cheeks, Cruz returned back to the safety of the shadows, seemingly unharmed, seemingly unposssessed. He said the Star’s name is a tender, reassuring manner and Prajna felt its temper flare, suddenly embarrassed and overcome with emotion.“Don’t look!” came the sudden yelp of shame and self pity. Prajna tried to wipe the tears from its cheeks, still trying to regain its composure. Good? One moment, Prajna thought it was going to die and now, just as quickly, Cruz expected the androgynous soul to just be “good”? To simply understand that everything will be okay? That it will get to live?
“Don’t…” Prajna whimpered, but then felt a warm hand on one of its own. It had flinched initially but realized, still, it was simply Cruz. Harmless, innocent, warm Cruz. Prajna lifted its tear stricken face to meet the comforting emerald eyes staring into its own cerulean orbs and it couldn’t hold back a hiccup of a sob.
”No Lady Widow, Prrashna... Yes?” Cruz purred.
He smiled and Prajna felt the tears slowly begin to dry. There was… no Lady Widow? Had this been some kind of a… sick. Twisted. JOKE? The gears in Prajna’s mind began to turn. This had been some kind of prank?! Its crimson brow knitted together in deep thought before glancing back over at Cruz again, looking him over. He didn’t seem like a jokester Eiry was; there was no way he could have known either. Prajna decided it would save its anger for someone who deserved it but for now, a thanks was in order. The crocodile had braved the war zone for Prajna’s reassurance and safety so the least the Star could do was thank him. With one hand still under Cruz’s clawed fingers, Prajna used the other to wipe up the remaining tears on its face and adjust its face paint so it wasn’t as badly smudged around the eye area, before turning its attention back to its new found friend. It was blushing, still embarrassed by its frazzled appearance and sudden display of vulnerability. God, what a first impression to make.
“Thank you…Cruz… for helping Prajna then” the Star said quietly, its voice still shaking a bit with leftover adrenaline but with a heavy genuineness.
Namini’s blush remained as she widened her eyes at Josh’s accusation and, without thinking, she quickly grabbed both his hands and attempted to reassure the boy of her truthfulness, “You can’t be serious! You know I…” She looked away, having realized how quickly she spoke up without having organized her thoughts. Simply leaving the sentence like that would have been rude, she concluded, and finished the confession off softly, still unable to look Josh back in the eye, “I missed you too. It … is really nice to see you again, Josh.” She turned back and slowly her kissably pink lips turned into a chesire grin as she said, “Have you been well?”
David, who had been watching the entire romance between Josh and his precious sister unfold, roughly shoved his hands in his pockets to try and hide his growing rage from the friendly Zeke but it just wasn’t going to cut it. After catching the sight of the growing pink of his sister’s cheeks, he could no longer contain his polite manner, the alcohol’s effects finally kicking in. He turned to Zeke and gave the other vet a small bow and nod as he said, “Please excuse me. I’m going to go have to get some fresh air. I think the wine I had earlier has gotten me a little lightheaded.”
And with that, the older Nao turned and stormed outside of the barn, hoping the crisp autumn air would make him a little more uncaring and flexible. There was still plenty a night ahead of them…
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:07 am
((Zeke - Buffet Table to Pumpkin Carving
Anya - Pumpkin Carving))
It didn't bother the vet at all that the newest arrival to the group was less interested in being part of the group than he was being in a conversation with Namini. In fact, to the vet it was kind of cute to see the fabled young love play out before him and he let himself recline against the edge of the nearest table, watching Namini stutter and stammer and watching Josh look as though every word he was saying was weighing his tongue down big time. It made him curious as to if that's what he and Brad looked like at times to the outside world and it made him chuckle. However, it was a sound that died for two reasons.
One: the look on David's face when the raver finally turned his head away from the couple to see the big brother's take on this and Two: the resounding crash from just down the line.
The first had been quickly covered by a bow and a nod, but there was no denying what the second was. Zeke stood on tiptoes to look over heads taller than his and managed to catch a glimpse of a familiar lavender head. The vet's eyes widened and he started to move, missing what the other vet had said to him.
"Excuse me," he said suddenly, letting David pass by before setting himself into motion, sweeping around the two lovebirds and in the direction of the table. Free of the crowded buffet tables, Zeke saw a crowd gathering around the Pumpkin Carving tables. This put an added spring in his step and the vet was jogging down the long length of the buffet tables, bumping into a harlequin he didn't realize was in front of him.
"Sorry." It was said almost offhandedly to the woman and her Egyptian God companion as he went around them, Zeke's eyes only for the scene ahead and whatever lay within it. A crash followed by a crowd wasn't a good thing, but no matter what happened his worries rested solely on the spider queen. Even if the crash hadn't been her or caused by her, he was going to get her out of there and protect her.
If anything, the resounding crash caused the spider femme to recoil more. She had pushed herself back into a small corner made by the wall and a support beam and had turned and buried her face into the arm that rested in that corner to protect herself. Her hands were still raised in that claw-like fashion, the strings of sticky gossamer stretched between her, the roll of paper towels, and Eiry who was now part of the carving table's decorations. Her wings and crown were splayed with the former slapped against the wall, both sets of spindly bits trembling with the rest of the queen's body. Said trembling only increased at the jump scare and, thanks to all that had occurred, the Frei was in a right state.
"What is this, Anya? Take Basil, find someone else?"
Anastacia jerked at the voice. Her lavender eyes opened against her arm and for a moment, she stared into the dark corner she had shoved herself into.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. Anastacia, just breathe, it's okay. Eiry, are you hurt? ...What happened?"
The addition of a second made her move. Slowly the virus' progeny turned, coming to a stop when her back was fully pressed against the wall and she had everything she needed to see in sight. Eiry - the idiot from earlier - was sprawled on his back on the table before her. The Jack Sparrow Raevan from just before was there and Rivener was too, but almost unrecognizable under all the paint he had slathered on himself.
Slowly the Widow raised her hands-turned-claws, stopping the action when both appendages were at the sides of her head and making her look as though someone had pointed a gun at her and told her to reach for the sky. Her breaths - already jarred from the rage she had felt and the horror that had only been increased just now - became quicker and shallower. They were the sort of breaths that made her bodice feel too tight around her ribs and only added to her alarm.
There were eyes on her. Late witnesses to something she had only reacted to. Though there were only two floating before her - three if the apparent victim was counted - in her state Anastacia's mind whirled with the notion that there were more. Yes. There were more looking at her, looking at what had occurred but not of her own accord. She just couldn't see them because of her nearsightedness, but they were there. She had done what she had stopped herself from doing to Basil even though this occurrence had been self defense as it had with Cruz. There had been something - someone, now that she saw Eiry - there suddenly and she had pushed it away before it could run her over. That made sense. That was the right reaction and thing to do! She had just pushed too hard because of what happened a few minutes prior, but that wasn't her fault! She just...
She tried to push herself back from them, but failed, already too far into the barn's wall to do anything but go up it. Her eyes did another pass over of those who had shown up - Eiry, Riv, Jack Sparrow - immediately turning downward when a fourth voice was added to the fray.
”Eerie! Prrashna, Krooz, no, bad."
Green once again filled her vision, this time accompanied by an over the top dose of red. Despite the second color, she knew who it was, and his arrival from under the table the Wisp was spread upon was not a boon to the dark one's situation. She stiffened, a hot coil of anger and an added dose of repulsion hitting her like a shot and making her shudder. Her mouth had been hanging open in a gape, but when Cruz showed his face her lip curled back involuntarily, making the Frei look half-deranged as her look took on a darker turn.
"You--" But he was gone back under the table before anything else had been able to form in her head. Even she in her state had to agree that was a good thing and the dark look on her face faded as the tablecloth fell still behind the Crocodile. He was gone now - if he had even been there to begin with - and if she had said more, it would only make herself look worse than it already did. Looking back at those who were here (and those she was sure were lurking just out of sight) the green one's intrusion had done only one good thing for her - helped her find her voice.
"I didn't do anything!" Her words came out on a voice that was as shaky as her body was. The spider queen's normally cool, apathetic tone was gone and in its place was a high, unfamiliar warble of horror, disgust, and fear. In the back of her mind she knew they were unlikely to believe her. They barely knew her and if she knew anything in this world, it was that those who knew each other sided with each other. She wasn't going to be believed. She was going to be marked with the one thing she knew she wasn't because she had only defended herself. She couldn't stand here and take it like that, but she was in no position to fight back. She had to get out of here! "H-he just...He..."
"Anya!"
The spider queen turned her head so fast, she gave herself a painful crick. Not only that, her face came into contact with her own silk and she reacted as one would if they walked face first into a near-invisible spider web. A cry left her red lips and she threw herself back against the wall, wings beating hard against the barn's inner side and leaving jagged scratches on the wood where the tips came into contact. Her hands were dropped and instead were flailed about again, trying so hard in vain to get the sticky liquid off her and everything it was attached to.
The moment the scene started, Zeke was attempting to get in the middle of it. He had called to the Frei from behind Rivener and had to duck under the Sigel's wing in order to get to her. To say the vet was alarmed would be an understatement. Adrenaline hit him hard when he had gotten close enough to see Anya's eyes rolling around the small group that had formed and had only increased the closer he had gotten. His face was flushed, his entire being felt too hot in his suit, and though he was shaking it was a lesser degree than that of his Frei. Worry, fear, and that alarm were in his face and showed best in how wide his eyes had gotten the moment the spider queen started flailing again.
Even as he walked right into the midst of the scene his gaze never left her. She was his Raevan and thus she came before all the others there, even the one sprawled out on the child-safe pumpkin carving tools. He knew he had to calm her down before she hurt herself or one of the gathered few and knew he could possibly get hurt himself in the process. He didn't care if he did. Her safety and peace of mind was all he wanted right now and in order to do that he had to get her to stop flailing about and then get her out of the public eye. Outside wasn't an option, but there was a door to the barn's storage room just down a short ways from them. That would do.
"Anya..." If Cruz had still been poking out from under the table Zeke would have tripped over him. He spoke softly to the Frei but in a voice that carried, trying to calm her so he could get close to her. His steps, however, were in haste and too quick to use to approach her. Anastacia saw that movement and reacted like she did when Zeke had come to pick her up from the Lab; she threw her wings at him so the tips stuck out like the sabres they were to keep him at bay.
"Stay away! Don't touch me!" She froze completely. Her eyes were on him now and all six were damn near bulging out of her head as she watched his procession.
The vet stopped dead in his tracks, but wasn't deterred. He held his hands up to show he meant no harm, forcing a small smile to show that this was her Zeke and not some random interloper. It did little, but Zeke was at least made happy by the fact she had her eyes on him and him alone because of it.
"It's okay, Anya. It's okay. It's me, see?" He took a step forward toward those wings that had so easily scarred up a small section of wall behind the frightened queen. So long as the others behind him didn't do anything to take her eyes off him, he had a good feeling he could get her out of here and into that storage room to cool off in no time. He might have to shepherd her in there and it might not be ideal, but at least it would be in a place where she could calm down and he could get a look at her fully. He didn't care about what happened that led up to this right now. Her health and safety were more important.
"Let's get you somewhere quiet. C'mon...We'll go over there and--"
"Get away from me! I didn't do anything wrong!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2011 12:48 pm
[[ Eiry - Still on the pumpkin table
Isi - On the barrel with Kyou]]
Well, that certainly wasn't an apology. Eiry watched with furrowed brows as the distressed raevan pushed herself away and into the wall, defenses up, wings splayed, and claws curled. Had he been the caught of all that, really? Eiry hadn't planned that particular prank and for a split moment he was amused before he noticed the obvious and violent toll it had taken upon the spider queen. She was very deeply flustered. Surely, he couldn't know of the events following up to the spider queen's irritation, so, from his stand point it seemed like his accidental run in from underneath the table had caused Anya to go into complete and utter shut down. He didn't like this. That wasn't the nature of pranks and trickery, especially not his kind of tomfoolery. He aimed for the kind of surprises where tension would build, suspense would snap, and then relief and laughter. Those were the kinds of tricks he tried to pull and he never felt well with himself if they ended up anything more than that. Eiry's face sagged into a concerned frown as he pulled himself up from the table and shook out his wings, beating them back to life so that they flared and coughed back to their original size. As he fixed and put himself back on his metaphorical feet, he dusted off his coat, trying vainly to disconnect the sticky strands from his person. They were resistant and stubborn things, stretching thinner and thinner on his gloves and between his fingers before he finally managed to break them. He wiped at them in frustration, trying to ball them up into a manageable clump, but in the meanwhile he looked up worriedly as a crowd began to gather.
Great.
Practically shrinking in upon himself when he caught sight of his brother and Varun coming up to assess the situation, Eiry tightened his wings to his back and tried to put on a humble face. He knew that no matter what he could say, this situation was immediately going to be concluded as another one of his pranks, even if it was just an accident. By the amount of panic in Anya, he wouldn't be able to convince them otherwise, especially his brother, who knew him in and out, but for some reason still couldn't bring himself to trust Eiry. It was another wedge between them lately, and Eiry found himself suddenly stressed that this situation would further drive them apart if by some miracle he couldn't convince them to believe him that this particular incident was an accident. Sucking up his breath, getting ready to explain, Eiry had managed too blurt the words "An accident it..." before someone green and upset came floating up from beneath the table.
"Prrashna, Krooz, no. No like. Bad." Cruz said with a bend to his brow. Then, with a disapproving huff, he disappeared underneath the table.
Eiry heard the nine inch nails being slammed into his coffin. There was no way now that he would be able to prove himself innocent, not with that practically pointed finger shoved into his chest. Eiry looked helplessly from the table back to his brother and Varun, to Anya and to Zeke, and back again. "No ploy of mine was there to frighten the Lady Anastacia, I swear upon my honor, there was none. This was an accident...I merely bumped into her from leaving the under belly of the table, telling ghost stories to Prajna and Cruz...This was an accident...I didn't mean to frighten her so poorly, the wretched thing, she quivers so! I didn't mean that..." Eiry, growing more flustered, tried to gulp and retain his composure, looking back to Anya who was just about ready to attack her guardian as he tried to calm and corral her into his arms. Eiry tried to call to her, an apology of sorts from his twisted tongue, "It was an accident, Lady Anastacia...I meant no harm. It's alright, we're both alright...I" Eiry looked back to Rivener, lowering his head with shame.
He tried to push himself into intangibility, but again it failed. The web was still attached to his clothing. He didn't like this at all, no not at all. He felt vulnerable. He didn't like feeling solid.
Isi rolled his eyes at the doctor, not really understanding why he wanted to hide such great make up with his mask. He had to mull over the fact that it was meant to be a surprise before he gave into the doctor's reasoning. He nodded again in understanding, and gave a pinch of his shoulders, "Ah, then you're looking to trick people just like Eiry is. Speaking of, he and I would definitely like to come back to the lab then to help with your plants. It's been a hard summer finding dead plants for him to eat, and with winter coming on, I'm sure the lab would be a great place for him to feed. He still prefers eating death from plants rather than just eating regular food for whatever reason. He's weird."
There was a visible sense of relief in Isi's shoulders when the doctor understood the words he was trying not to say. He had to look away from the doctor's golden eyes for his response, looking across the expanse of the party, "I think I know what you can help me with in return for the garden. But uh...Yeah...I'll come over then. I've been putting it off for far too long." He took a breath. Alright, it was done, the deed was done, normal conversation could happen again, Isi had to tell himself before he managed to bring his eyes back to Kyou and force an upward tilt to the edges of his mouth, "I'll call you beforehand and leave you a list of ingredients for the apple cider."
But it was at that point that Isi noticed a ruckus at one of the other tables. He straightened up his back, trying to peer over the gathering bodies, but once he noticed the tell tale fiery green of his raevan's wings, Isi slapped his palm to his head and growled, "That ******** raevan of mine is going to ruin everything at this party, I just know it. He's such a god damn doofus sometimes, he can't keep himself in control! For all the books he reads, he sure is an idiot. Who is that he's harassing over there? Isn't that Zeke's girl? Oh damn, look at all the..." Isi almost made the move to jump off the barrel and hobble over to his raevan to give him a piece of his mind, but once he saw that Rivener was on the scene, as well as Aphismet who was watching from nearby, Isi relaxed and let himself sit on the barrel once more. He trusted his family to put Eiry in his place if need be. Besides, Isi wasn't sure how much more walking he could do today and he was saving himself up for the trip back to the car. "I'm sorry that Eiry's sure a ******** nuisance, Doctor. I guess that's my fault in raising him."
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