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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:22 pm
The air was getting cool, and the day was beginning to catch up with them both. Chin was careful down the gangplank, but when her feet touched grass, hurried back to their room. They hadn't explored all the panther hideouts on the grounds but that could wait until tomorrow.
Sabriel yawned, stealing some of the scarf for himself as the day's hero. He'd narrowly escaped panther attacks, getting hit in the head, and being burned...that was enough for one day.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:16 am
Riyu had been bored that morning and decided to go for a walk. Whistling to himself, he cleared his mind of all thought, one of his odd habits. He had just been kicked out of his mother's house again, because his family was having a reunion. His mother had been quite apologetic as usual, but Riyu was quite used to it by now. Since he gets thrown out so much, however, Riyu became quite the wanderer.
During his walk, he made several wrong turns without realizing, and somehow ended up on a strange path leading off to a new territory he had not yet explored. Going a bit further down, he faintly can hear some music. o-o? Hm...interesting...!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:20 am
Ike sat on the edge of the bridge, his eyes closed, playing his violin. He was getting far too into it to notice much else aside from his own movement; his own music. He kicked his feet in time, scuffing them against the rough sides of the bridge.
Rabid had an opened novel in her lap to make for a quick recovery, because she was, in truth, just sitting and listening to her son. She, though, had the presence of mind to see someone approaching from far down the path. She raised her arm high above her head and waved, wondering who it was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:25 am
Drawn by the music, he smiles as he recognizes it is from a violin. As he gets closer, he appreciates the music a bit more-it's nothing like his son's banging of pots and pans at home, though at times he can appreciate that as well. He squints and sees a small squirrel boy and what he assumes to be as his mother.
Once he is close enough, he waves. He decides against speaking so he doesn't interrupt the child's play.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:32 am
"Bonswa!' Rabid greeted the man in Creole and held out her hand for him to shake, "I'm R...they called me Rabid." Introducing yourself with a nickname such as hers was never quite easy.
Ike's ears snapped backward at the sound of his mother's voice. Was there someone else here? He stopped playing abruptly and whipped his head around. Gah! Random stranger!
The boy quickly grabbed his violin case and began to pack everything away. Nobody was supposed to see him play! That's why they'd come out so far!
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:46 am
He offered his hand in return and shook it vigorously. Though he looks to be a highly intelligent older male, his childishness is apparent right away.
He seemed a bit disappointed that the young lad had chosen to stop his playing.
^^;; "Hey now...that was some good violin you played there!"
o-o "And I'm not harmless!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:50 am
Rabid retracted her hand a bit quickly. His touch kinda itched. She rubbed her hand on her pant leg to try and get the tingle to stop. Her smile didn't disappear, though.
"That's my son. Malachi."
"Ike," the squirrel boy corrected as he spun around to face the man, his violin case clutched tightly in his lap, "Hi."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:53 am
He smiled at the boy. "Nice to meet you, Ike!"
The sun glinted off his silver necklaces. He bent down slightly and pointed at the violin case. "Mind playing that again? I rather liked it."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:59 am
Ike peered down at the case in his lap before peering back up at the man.
"No," he said quite seriously, his eyes following the cross around his neck.
"Er...excuse him," Rabid scratched the back of her neck, "He doesn't like audiences much." She laughed nervously and gave her son a kind of 'be-nice-or-I'll-be-forced-to-strangle-you' look.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:03 am
"Ah, I see. That's too bad." Notices the look Rabid gives her son and smiles. "Eh, don't worry about it too much. I know what it's like."
Follows Ike's gaze to his necklaces and holds em up. "Like em? I'm going to get a demon insignia on the second one soon."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:07 am
"Alright," Rabid gave a small smile. Only then, though, did she notice the cross on the end of the man's chain. Something was definitely not right about him, but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Get it away from me," Ike stated simply, his pupils narrowing into slits. He knew enough to know that Vampires and religious icons didn't mix well.
"Malachi!" Rabid shook her head at her son, "I'm sorry. We...err...crosses can cause severe pain. Or death." She grinned broadly, pointedly flashing her fangs.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:12 am
Blinks, then hides the cross necklace under his t-shirt embarassed. Flashes an apologetic smile, backs slightly away from the two of them and rubs the back of his neck. "Aa...I apologize for that..."
Wishes his father would grant him the demon insignia already. Sighs. He should've known better by now, realizing that wherever he usually goes, his mother's blood is usually cursed for their existence. Times like this make him hate his mixed heritage.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:15 am
"It's alright," Rabid shrugged, "There's not many Vampires out here. let alone halfies. It's not your fault." It was times like these when she hated her background.
Ike continued staring, having to turn his head slightly to get around his blind spot. He didn't like the creepy guy standing so close to Mummy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:23 am
He sweatdrops at the mention of half-breeds. Plays with the other chain necklace a bit nervously. "Are half-breeds not appreciated around these parts?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:26 am
"They'd better be," Rabid laughed, "I am one. More of a...tri-breed...but still." Ah, the joys of being a social outcast.
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