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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 4:12 pm
She nearly launched herself at the window when she heard Sevati's familiar tapping and hoot, somehow fitting her crutches under her arm between the bed and the window. These sprockets were making her go crazy, luckliy though, she let them all out into the house and they were pretty well dispersed by now.
Letting in Sevati, Zanna carefully untied the letter and brought the owl with her back to her bed, which she flopped back onto before opening the letter and reading it, twice over just like he had hers.
Once she got to the last part of the letter each time, Zanna simply blinked at it, unbelieving. It was a joke right? It had to be, everyone else outside her family and Sarria seemed to be quite scared of her, and she liked it like that.
With fear came power and she couldn't seem to quite control Elijah. She could and she couldn't, maybe that was why she enjoyed spending time with him. Wasn't as predictable as everyone else she had met.
That and he had those ******** awesome tattoos, and his mention of having gotten more tattoos made her murr softly under her breath, which she stopped the moment she realized she was doing it.
"Blasted hormones..." The teen muttered with a smile still lingering. Really she hated this... maybe.
After some debating (the tattoo winning over), Zanna sighed and decided that that would be the reason if anyone asked her why she was acting like this. Yeah... Just the tattoos.
The teen was oh so very confused.
Time to read that letter again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 4:13 pm
[Reserved for Lijah/Zanna AIM RP]
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 7:14 pm
Zanna, rather tired after the night's visit and what not, flopped entirely onto the bed once she heard the door next to hers shut. She grinned, yawned lightly, and then eventually drifted off to sleep. Only this time, she seemed to actually be dreaming, a rather rare and vivid one that seemed to invoke her senses and entire body. It was quite weird.
Rora was tired of dreaming, but she knew she was going to do it. It was odd, the further away she was from others, the more she dreampt with them. At least, that was her theory, the only way Rora could explain the sudden return of falling into other's dreams.
This time, she found herself ... exactly where she was. Not quite, but it was close. Same sort of women, same attitude, even clothing that was almost the same. The city wasn't as elaborate, the area a little rougher, and most of the Amazon women or girls had only one breast. It was an odd sight, to Rora who glanced down. She still had both, thankfully.
The teen blinked as everything came into focus, her eyes taking everything in as her hand instinctively tightened around her spear. In fact, all her weapons were with her and her cast was gone, left leg good as new sans cast. Sweet.
Looking around, Zanna felt rather at home in the town she was at, except for the fact that everyone seemed to be missing a breast. Her eyes went down and she sighed in relief when she still had both of them, glance returning forward and noticing another girl who actually had both of the girls still attached. She looked rather familiar actually.
Aurora started to wander around, not raelly too distrubed by being here. She'd probably find the dreamer without any trouble, that person being either male, or still with both breasts.
She soon found the other, Zanna. Zanna didn't look pale or weak now, she looked quite comfortable. And normal...
Well, apart from that spirit sprocket circling above her head. That wasn't normal to this kind of world. Maybe Zanna had a spirit sprocket.
"...Uh, hello!" Aurora called, making her way right over to the other. "Who's above you?"
She hadn't noticed the two spirit sprockets wizzing around her until now, which had seemed to capture some attention already. Looking over at the girl, who she now noticed as Rora, Zanna raised an eyebrow but made sure to put on a rather pleasant, for Zanna at least, look. "What are you doing here... Surely you're not of these people..."
With her eyes still on the other teen, Zanna reached up and first grabbed one sprocket, pausing for a second before grabbing the second, stuffing both into a bag strapped around her waist. It seemed to come out of nowhere but still, it served it's purpose and Zanna asked no questions. Why is this girl in HER dream anyways, not like she much liked the girl as it were.
"Um, not really. At least, I don't think so. I only live in Greece, I'm not from it or anything. This is your dream, so I guess this is more suited to you than to me." Aurora glanced around, as if expecting some sort of odd Zanna-addition as she said that. "I just ... I guess I wander in dreams. It's really strange."
She watched the bag appear for Zanna, and the nthe sprockets being shoved away. Did Zanna dream about them a lot or something? She seemed to be pretty cool and collected here.
"So it is a dream... Good. Is this what you did to Elijah?" Her eyes narrowed slightly at the last comment before relaxing her face and looking around where they were trying to figure things out. "So does that mean I'm from Greece? The designs don't match up it seems..."
Her hand went to her stomach as if to look around for someone else like her, but there were none. Sighing, she gave a spin to her spear before returning it to it's previous position. "I'll just assume this has something to do with the drugs I'm on... I'm used to them by now... So lets have fun with it." Zanna paused and chuckled, closing the distance between the two and smirking lightly. "So darling Rora, why are you here in my dream... and not your own?"
"Yea, you didn't magically come here or anything." She blinked, and nodded. "Uh... I suppose he woke and remembered? Yea, but I didn't do it. I think, anyway. I don't really know how it works, I just do it when it happens. I don't even know how to get out of them."
Aurora blinked, and shrugged. Fun? ...she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of 'fun. "I'm... Not sure. Maybe I don't have a dream to dream right now."
"Ah.. Is there even a purpose to this dream? Last time I dreamed... I dreamed of my cubby, and it was so vivid, just like this one... Mean anything to you?" Might as well ask her, since she seemed to be some sort of dreamwalker of sorts.
The spirit sprockets buzzed and clanked in her pouch, they seemed to be rather angry and hurt that they had been shoved away so easily. They never got to hang around dreams and this was fun!
"...who knows, dreams don't let you know till after. Did Elijah get his tattoos, or were they just apart of the dream?" Aurora glanced around, watching Amazon women brush pass them, ignoring them. There wasn't as much odd stuff in this dream. Maybe Elijah was just strange in the head. She'd always suspected as much.
Aurora glanced back at the pouch. "I think they want out?"
"Yes he did... Very beautiful, does that mean I get to learn how to do something?" Sighing, Zanna decided to start walking with the flow of most of the woman walking around, assuming that Rora would follow her to wherever they were going.
"They'll live... Just sprockets..." Zanna shrugged and gave the sprockets a warning whap through the bag, causing a grand metallic squeal to come from them both, the two quivering from the blow. Wimpy sprockets.
Aurora followed ZAnna slowly, watching her step as she went. It wasnt' that she didnt' trust Zanna, she just didn't know what to expect. "I'm glad they came out okay. I don't know, maybe? ...do you feel like doing anything, now I mean?"
She watched the bag get hit. Rora didn't even have sprockets, so she wasnt' sure if they'd felt that or not. Probably not.
It's like she knew where she was going, even though she didn't and it felt rather strange, her eyes flickering around her as if looking for a sign or something. It was strange though, no matter how hard Zanna looked, she hadn't seen one male yet and it was comforting yet weird.
The sprockets slowly stopped quivering but didn't stop whining to be let out. It'd be so cool to look around this place, maybe if they whirled hard enough they'd escape?
They both ended up at a palace like place, made of mudbrick that was painted a shining white. As usual, there were only females. But there was something interesting, there were two throne like places up a raised Dais. One woman sat there, soft skinned and dark haired, looking like she'd never raised a bow in her life. She looked innocent and calm, and yet there was something about her that made Aurora want to watch her step.
But the other seat... it was empty...
The walk was nice, weather was beautiful and none of the women seemed to treat her as if she were just meant to be there. Pretty damn cool to see all these strong women, and when they reached the palace, Zanna saw the woman and raised an eyebrow, holding herself up higher as her grip tightened on her spear. This girl was too calm.
The empty seat looked rather welcoming, so she gave a dismissive sideglance to the trophy looking girl and moved towards the empty seat. It was her dream and she was going to ******** be king, or queen rather, while it lasted.
Aurora was a bit nervous about Zanna's boldness to take it. It looked kind of ... important, really, and even if this was a dream, dreams were based on memories and the situations based around those memories, and could sometimes cause physical hurts to pass through realms. She was surprised to watch the women drift backwards as Zanna headed straight for that chair, competely unsurprised.
The Queen, for it was obviosu that was what she had to be, gazed calmly at Zanna with her eyes. Aurora tensed, unable to be sure if what she'd do. As sweet as she looked, there was a very sharp dagger on one side...
And then that Queen leaned over, and kissed Zanna very gently on the lips, whispering, "Welcome home."
Aurora almost fell over.
She held her ground up until the kiss, which took her rather by surprise, causing her to blink at the other woman when she herself kissed back, just as gently. It was only when they pulled apart did she sit down, even though it seemed so wrong, everything felt so right. Her hand still held onto her spear, just in case this was all for show, either way she went with her instinct and smiled to the apparent queen. "It's good to be home, what have I missed?"
Might as well milk the woman for imformation, she seemed wise enough to know some good information. Turning to Rora finally, she cocked an eyebrow and smirked, amused at the look she was giving her.
The other Queen started to talk, with very general talk. She talked of 'conquests', of cities that had gained and lost power with forign Green and Latin names, of the number of baby girls blessed to the women. The things that were most interesting though, was how when she'd say Zanna or her own name, or even soem random names of others... it never seemed to be quite heard by Zanna or Rora. The dream wasn't complete, or something was being blocked by Zanna's own mind. Something cruical.
Aurora sat down on one hard basket, and rubbed her forehead. You learnt something new, every dream.
The Queen was speaking to her, but it was like she was lost in a stereo speaker, and it was very hard to hear her, like picking up faint static on a radio even. Well ********, maybe she could get her to tell her what this place was, where even so maybe she could visit. Her mind quickly formulated a plan before Zanna smiled and waited for a pause before interjecting.
"What about her?" The 'Queen' motioned towards Rora on the floor in front of them, "What shall I tell her about this place and where it is? She's not of our blood and not welcomed here, a spy on our lands..."
The Queen stiffened a little, and for once the faintest sign of emotion, jealousy, seemed to drift through the placid exterior. But that jealosy was gone as soon as it came, and she shrugged. "Is she from Troy? Women are always welcome, unless they are servents of..." The names faded, as the Queen listed them off. Something in Zanna's mind didn't want to remember.
The dream was starting to darken around them both now, a sign that Zanna was waking.
Zanna peered around as everything began to grow dark, remembering that it was actually a dream and not real only then. Her eyes moved from the fading queen and surroundings to Rora, as if daring her to tell anyone about that kiss. "What now?"
Though the question was probably fruitless, it didn't hurt to try.
"You wake up." Aurora shrugged. "You should probably write everything down the second you wake, because dreams tend to fade into the mind again." She didn't seem too bothered by it, standing up and stretching as she yawned. The dream was about to fade out, as Aurora added, "That kiss was the most interesting part to me, anyway."
And then Aurora felt herself surface into wakefullness, the real dark of the night filling her sight.
Once Rora spoke everything faded away and her eyes slowly opened to find herself not in a palace but in her 'room', causing her to jump somewhat and look around to make sure this was what it really was. It was real.
Doing what Rora said, she grabbed her journal and began to write, not really knowing what to do about, or think about that kiss. She'd deal with that later.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:31 pm
Zanna's Journal The past few days have been really weird. Well really really ******** weird, but nice in some strange way. By strange I mean we kissed. A lot. ******** rocked too, and there's nothing wrong with it because he's not a weak male, he's stronger than me and that's saying something. But back on the kissing, he tasted so good and I have no clue why, which is why these hormones or whatever the ******** they're called are really pissing me off. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO! Though, I DO know that it's rather nice to be with him. He's strong, warm, doesn't annoy me, and has ******** cool tattoos. So I guess it's okay? As long as he doesn't take away time from my training or anything like that, which I don't think he will. It's good to have a friend like him. He's even coming with me to the marketplace, though I don't know if it's just because he'd rather do anything than go back home of if he wants to spend some time with me. Whatever. As long as I get out of the house. Spending time with him is just like dessert it seems. Dessert that's really addictive. Like cheesecake. In my world of cheesecakes he'd probably be chocolate coffee mocha cheesecake with oreo crust and what ********! Now I want cheesecake, or do I really just want him? I think I just want him because I compared him to cheesecake. Stupid males. At least I'm not like Aurora, throwing myself publicly at every teenage boy that she catches scent of. If I EVER find an appropriate male, the things we do will be private and REMAIN private. There's no need for the entire world to knokw of any affections that I harbor towards any male. If I am like my dream, a queen... then there cannot be anything that would make me week or even seem it. Nothing ot jeopardize my strength and my image as one to be reckoned with. But it was just a dream, so I don't think I have to worry about it. It was just so... real? Though, it only happoned once, so I'm just going to push it aside for now. I think the shower just turned off, so I shall stop writing for now in case he decides to try and look over my shoulder or something. Till another time. -Zanna
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2005 2:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 2:32 pm
Now that they were finally back, Zanna glanced around through the darkness towards the very imposing mansion before shifting her eyes to her cubby. They should both be able to fit in there, so with a muffled 'this way' Zanna lead Elijah towards it, running her fingers along the Maori carvings on the outside before opening the door and ducking inside.
Stepping down the stairs she made her way into the 'living room' which was basically the main room of the house, containing an inground queen bed as well as a fire place and an inground couch of sorts. Dressers were built into the walls to save room and were also decorated with the same markings as outside. In fact, they accented most of the rooms and wood in the 'cubby'.
The teen took the stuff from her back, dumping the clothes on the bed and setting the newly bought bow and quiver in the corner out of the way. Halfway forgetting that Elijah was right behind her, the other half not quite caring, Zanna stripped off her usual pants and pulled on the fur skirt, which was rather comfortable for being a skirt in her opinion. It slung low on her hips and came to just below mid thigh.
It was then she looked down at her shirt and stared, debating to herself whether she should change into something else or not.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 2:37 pm
Elijah had his back turned to her when she initially changed, as he was quite interested in these markings. Something had clicked in his head when he saw them, bringing about a feeling of familiarity at the sight.
He turns around, and was about to speak when he catches sight of the skirt. His mouth, currently hanging open, falls silent and might as well be catching flies. Trying to cover himself up, he forces words to come out of his mouth- probably a bad move on his part, but anything to be caught gaping.
"So.. the markings on this place.." he stammers, swallowing shortly, ".. they there for a particular reason? Like one of those, ward off the demons type things, or.."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 2:45 pm
His stammering voice snapped her out of her debate, figuring her top would do for now. Hell it was comfortable enough. "Ah... I have no clue, I saw them in a dream. They comfort me actually..."
It was then she turned around at caught the look on his face, raising an eyebrow before turning back towards the bed, bending down lazily to pick up her discarded pants and toss them in the hamper in the closet. Everything vital stayed covered when she bent, but that didn't mean the skirt didn't creap.
Finally, Zanna made her way back over to him, an innocent look covering up her devious smirk underneath, continuing the conversation as if nothing happened just to see his reaction. "Why do you ask about them?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 2:49 pm
Elijah tries his very best to continue breathing past the moment that she bent over, finding it difficult to when his eyes continue to be on her.
He lets out a hasty breath and sucks in another one when she draws near him, shoving his thumbs into his pockets and gripping the outside. "No reason, other than them seeming a little familiar to me when I saw them. S'prolly nothing though."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:09 pm
"Oh well," She thought for a moment before continuing, eyes drifting up to the markings for a bit before moving back to his eyes, tapping an index finger on his chin. "They remind me of your tattoos now, even more comforting it seems..."
Leaning a little closer, Zanna pressed her lips to his in a thanking kiss before pulling back just as quickly and heading to the kitchenette that was on the other side of the 'bar', which seperated the living room from saide ette. "Thanks for coming with me today, meant a lot... Anything to drink or eat?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:13 pm
Elijah shakes his head, keeping his hands halfway in his pockets. Regretfully, he gives her his reply, "Nah, I'll have to pass. I'd best be going back home now - Tobes is more than likely, er, back from his trip so he's probably wondering where I am right about now."
He didn't enjoy continuing that lie, but to admit that he was a bit homesick seemed to be the worse option at the moment.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:22 pm
Blinking, she tried her best not to look disappointed in the news, shrugging her shoulders instead as she turned around and stepped back into where he was. "Raincheck on the flight then...?" Zanna gave him a hopeful look as she stood in front of him, eyes lingering a bit on his tattoos for some strength or comfort...or something.
"You're always welcome you know... with me and my family..." Mostly me, she thought to herself after the response, not really too good at saying goodbyes, especially since she had gotten used to him being with her. And damnit! He was a good blanket. "Do you have to go?" It was quiet, and she wasn't quite sure why she had said it outloud, but she did, her dark purple eyes gazing questioningly up at his blue ones.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:33 pm
He gives her a grateful smile, slightly sad in nature, and brushes two fingers across her right cheek.
"You knew I had to leave at some point. Did you think I'd come live here with you forever?" Well, the words had sounded better in his head than aloud, but he doesn't have a talent for farewells either. "Raincheck for the flight, yes. I wouldn't pass up the opportunity."
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:42 pm
Her head tilted slightly, towards the two fingers, nodding somewhat in a somber agreement. "If he gives you any trouble about visiting, write me and I'll send Slush to reconcile... Either that or send you a tranc dart gun..."
Zanna gave him a lopsided grin before stepping against him, her arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. She didn't know if it was more to comfort her or him, but she enjoyed it nonetheless, savoring the now familiar scent of him for when he left.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2005 3:44 pm
Elijah kisses the top of her head, returning the hug for no more than a few seconds. "Ehh, don't worry yourself about me. I owe you that flight, and nothing'll stop me from fulfilling my promise."
He pulls back, taking a step towards the exit, his eyes remaining on her. Wordlessly, he gives her a small wave before turning away completely and disappearing from sight.
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