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 Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 6:57 am
A smile appeared on Ardre's face, her reaction to the other Simu being just that. A smile that someone had noticed her, a smile of his bright demeanor, his flashy clothing. "My hair?" Ardre repeated, running her fingers through it with one hand. "I've never had it... done," She replied, a wee bit embarrassed, and feeling as though she was out of othe loop.
"I've never really had it cut," Ardre went on, "Just trimmed it when it got in my way, or got things in it." Her curly locks had been an inheritance from Hoshi and Shina, and thinking back, the teen couldn't help but remember that the girl in her dreams had had golden, waved hair as well. "Am I doing something wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 7:09 am
Sim was practically gawking at Ardre when she mentioned she never had it 'done.' One hand resting on his hips, the other pressed against his chest, Sim's expression changed into a mixture of awe and delight. "Do you mean to say that you're a natural? If you weren't so fabulous I could hate you," he stated without so much as batting an eye. "And NO you're not doing anything wrong. In fact whatever it is you're not doing, it works! I can't even begin how difficult it is to maintain my hair." he sighed, removing his orange kerchief from his head to reveal his short cropped hair.
"I'm not particularly aware how my locks shrank since I distinctly remember having longer hair before I slept. But if this is all a dream, then it doesn't really matter, but frankly I've never had a dream quite as realistic as this."
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 7:45 am
Ardre couldn't help a laugh, as she released a small amount of tension she had been holding in the form of a breath. "Then I'll continue not doing what ever it was I should have been doing in the first place," she joked and then quickly surveyed the hair of the other Simu, who she was beginning to feel more and more comfortable and relaxed around.
"I can't admit to knowing much about hair, but I like the color," Ardre said truthfully, with a grin. "It suits you." The color actually remembered the teen of a fox's coat, and the flowers that birds loved in their nests. "That's really weird, though, about your hair. I don't think this is a dream, at least not for me," Ardre said, but then that didn't make any sense. How could it be a dream for the other Simu, but not for her?
Suddenly, Ardre realized she had never introduced herself, and didn't even know the other's name. "I'm Ardre, by the way."
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 8:49 am
"Of course you would, few can deny that what I have on my person doesn't suit me." Sim beamed with pride, flicking off imaginary dirt from his colorful shirt.
"I am Lord Sammuelson Irum Me'arl, but many choose to address me simply as Sim. It's darling to make your acquaintance, Ari." Sim nodded, bowing and straightening up as he tied his kerchief around his head in one smooth motion.
"So this is not a dream for you?" he blinked, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "Huh... most peculiar indeed because for all I know I'm still on a cruise, asleep after a most delicious -but figure conscious- meal. Astral projection perhaps? Although I'm not quite certain what that pertains to as mother only mentioned it in passing during our shopping spree..." he wondered and pursed his lips in thought.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 9:21 am
Ardre laughed once again, and looked down at her cotton dress, to assure herself that she hadn't spilled on it yet. She didn't wear it a lot, but it meant a lot to her, for it was a relation to her dreams and childhood and memories, or some reason.
"A pleasure to meet you, as well, Lord Sim," 'Ari' giggled. "What are you the lord of?" She questioned, curtsying to him as she had to Ray.
The teen couldn't quite keep up with what Sim was saying next, and merely dwelled on one phrase as the other thought out loud. "Astral projection? That sounds really interesting, you don't know what it is?" She guessed that astral usually meant with the stars, and her father was an expert on stars, yet he had never mentioned that before.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 3:05 am
"Lord of? Why the walkways and catwalks and the ramps and the whole fashionably gaudy world of fashion!" Sim declared, striking a pose similar to the models he saw in some of Huni's old fashion magazines. "And a little realm somewhere in the back of my head but whatever else about it escapes me and it's not all that important." he adds in one breath.
"And as for Astral projection, it involves the body and the spirit being in different places. Although for the life of me, I can't even begin to fathom how that works." he chuckles.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 2:10 pm
"If you're Lord of the Runway, then I must be Dutchess of the Forest," Ardre joked, laughing with Sim. She had found that she did a lot of laughing around Lord Samuel, more than around most of the others. "Maybe you could come visit me sometime in my wooded palace, and give me some fashion advice." Though thinking on it now, perhaps Sim wasn't the one that most resembled Ardre's taste. It could still be fun.
Ardre blinked, her eyes drifting as she came to imagine how that could possibly work. "I envy anyone who has powers like that," she finally admitted, shaking her head.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2005 11:17 pm
"The forest?" Sim blinked, he wasn't all that comfortable in nature, or the outdoors. But it wouldn't stop him from going, inconvenient or not, Sim liked it when people believed in his fashion sense. Just in his fashion sense, anything else made him uncomfortable. "Well it's a good thing you informed me ahead of time, else I might arrive in chifon, lace or in other materials that risk tearing and being caught on a stray branch." he chuckled. "And Ari, I would simply die if you won't let me give you some choice fashion tips! I am, after all, a fashion savant!"
Sim listened and observed Ardre as she spoke her thoughts on Astral projection, "Hmm, I don't. I mean, the spirit can't wear clothes, at least I don't think it can. And if we can't wear clothes, then we'd all be naked! And... there's nothing fashionable about being naked if everyone's... well... naked!" he exclaims.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 6:32 am
"Oh, we don't have to go into the forest," Ardre admitted with a smile. "Outdoors is just where I feel the most comfortable." It put a damper on things that he didn't even seem to like nature, but Ardre was definitely having fun talking to this Simu.
The teen giggled as she thought of everyone in the world being naked, and shook her head with a laughing, sour face. "I guess we should all stick to clothes then, huh?"
A slight shadow, cast from a cloud shifting over the sun, caused Ardre to look up, noting the position. It had been much longer than she had thought, and she had promised Hoshi that she wouldn't stay long. "I'm so sorry, Samuel, but I need to go," she said. "Look me up in the directory, and call or stop by some day."
And with that, Ardre was nearly running towards the entrance, worried about letting down her beloved father.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 6:25 pm
Yeste' scratched the back of her head in a sweatdroppy manner.
Damn it... I paralyzed him...
"So... have you looked at these rocks? They're weird... lots of pictures that make no sense.... and they're kind of dusty..."
Yeste' ran her hand across one of the rocks, the one she had been sitting on, and looked at the picture.
She didn't like this picture... there was an angel with beams of light coming from it that seemed to be pushing a demon down into the deep, dark waters.... and strangely enough the demon in the picture looked alot like...like her!
"What the hell!?"
Yeste' definately didn't like this picture!
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 6:40 pm
Itsuki looked up when she spoke and furrowed his eyebrows. He knelt down so he could look at the large rock better. Watching her reaction, he followed her eyes and examined the same picture. He could barely make out the carvings but it didn't seem to add up to anything to him. "Eh." Was his response and moved on to look at the other drawings.
He wiped his hand across the rock but found no luck at interpreting any of the other scratchings upon the boulder. The boy scratched his head and shrugged. "These are weird." As he stood up, he felt the small stones at his feet and looked down. "...There are a lot of rocks for such a fruitful glade."
However, he found himself unable to take his eyes away from the rocks this time and kicked at the pebbles. Soon, his foot started shifting them around. What the hell am I doing? ...Am I looking for something? Finally, he stopped his movement and when he had prepared to look back at Yeste', a small stone caught his eye. He merely frowned and hesitated, forcing himself to look back to the teen instead to see how she was reacting to her picture.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2005 9:56 pm
However, Itsuki found himself unable to look away for very long. His golden eyes were drawn back down to the ground, almost against his will, and to the small stone separated from the rest of the gravel by his shoes. Unable to draw himself away any longer, the boy leaned down and picked up the small rock with his fingers.
It was a rather flat stone and it fit in the palm of his hand. However, it felt icy cold to him and made it rather difficult to hold. As Itsuki gave the rock a look over, he found nothing else particular special about it and contemplated tossing it back onto the ground.
But after a few moments, the rock seemed to lose its cool temperature and as it warmed up, faint red smudge marks appeared on its stone surface. He raised an eyebrow and tried to make out the smudges as they developed into a darker red, becoming clearer but still looking akin to fingerpainting. "...Kanji?" Of course, the boy didn't recognize it, the only asian writing of any kind he recognized was his own name. However, the strokes... the appearance.. it made his stomach churn.
Or perhaps it was the fact that the rock began to grow hot in his palm now. Despite the unpleasant heat, Itsuki couldn't bring himself to drop the pebble. He stared at it longer until he felt the heat... was it seeping down his arm? It felt like a liquid...
Blood?
To Itsuki's eyes, he began to see small rivers of red liquid drip from the stone, his hand?, and noticed the same reaction to his left hand as well. The boy backed up and looked frightened, his hands seemed to be smeared in the liquid much like the kanji on the stone. He tried to wipe away the stream going down his arm but found it had.. stained him?
This caused him to finally drop the stone and he tried to wipe his hands quickly, as if to get rid of the red pigment covering his skin. However, a few moments after releasing the rock, Itsuki noticed his hands weren't red at all. In fact, they were clean completely. W-what...
Illusion? He knew it had seemed real... He looked up at Yeste' and explained, "... I got dirt on my hands." No use looking like a lunatic. However, he picked up the stone off the ground and quickly put it in his pocket. This would definitely have to be investigated.
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 6:19 pm
"What? Huh? Oh... Ok..." Yeste' was paying no attension, she was concentrating on the picture.
The picture of the demon, her... no, not her... but... It looked so much like her... it had to be, didn't it? The face, there it was plain as day, it was her face on that rock. But the other one, the angel's face... Yeste' was unable to make out any features at all... it looked like no one, just a faceless head....
Yeste' cast her eyes away from the stone. It wasn't her in that picture, it couldn't be... could it? Yeste' told herself that when she looked back it wouldn't be her there being cast into the darkness of the water by the angel's light...
You know it is... you died, Yeste', and you weren't supposed to come back... We made it so you wouldn't... you're a tricky one you are... but we'll cast you back in the darkness where you belong, shadow demon... yes...
A voice hissed and whispered in her head, the voice switching from a high tone to a very low one, it sounded insane.... Yeste's eyes went wide... there was someone in her head! No... she was just being silly.... hearing things...
Yes, thats it, I'm just hearing things... Its that stupid angel's statue... thats it... its making me uncomfortable...
Yeste' sighed and looked back at the rock. This time neither the angel nor demon had a face... and she could barely make out the picture either...
Yeste' turned around and walked over to Itsuki, time to take her mind off of that picture and that voice...
"So... this party is pretty boring, isn't it?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2005 6:58 pm
Itsuki broke from his train of thought when she spoke and looked up at her. She seemed just as uncomfortable as he did right now and had a feeling it had something to do with her picture. If it was anything like what I experienced...
"Um, yeah. It seems like people keep coming and going." Or it looked like they would just disappear. ....but that didn't make sense.
"It also looks like its starting to get late." He looked up at the sky through the trees and had to admit how nice colors the light made in the clouds.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2005 9:49 am
"Yes... it is getting late, I suppose... but I like it better that way... Though, your guardian must be getting worried about you, Itsuki. Perhaps you would like me to walk home with you? I'll be heading that way anyways."
Yeste' smiled.
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