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 Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 7:56 pm
 ♉ █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║ ★ ║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█ ♉ ★Kanen'to:kon★ The back of Tori's hand stung with the rejection he was handed, though the 'cockatoo' didnt really find any offence with the gesture at all. He was aware of the jumpy nature, the way he staggered to and fro as if he were a drunk man. However, one large hand raised to nestle the braid to the right of his face. "Yes, I've come to look for some sturdy hands." And Mikah fit the script he was looking for-- although he may be a little too harsh to handle for the moment.
He'd fix that with some more unorthodox methods that he has-- although for his own sake they are for his religious purposes. Tori released the braided strand of hair, letting it fall softly against his chest while the blue-beaded necklace was entangled with the opposite braid; fingers working deftly to remove it. "You dont look as if you're in your best health, sit down-" More out of worry for the other, Yiska would join him, atleast wait for the Werewolf to follow in his stead if he was that insecure.
It was a wonder how this establishment would retain the powers of those who are less likely to be a positive influence-- were the collars that important? Tori had a hard time realizing that all their powers and all their wrongdoing was held up by such a device; which couldnt be disarmed unless there was a third party involved; like himself. The Indian took in the other's appearance, and other than the slanting appearance from the effects he was feeling, Yiska didnt see a reason why he shouldn't take Mikah with him.Mood: Concerned
Distress: 20%
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 8:11 pm
m i k a h
i should have known that this would happen from the start
this kind of function's gonna have to fall apart
i guess before i would have sworn that we were friends
maybe this problem points towards some larger trend ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I'm fine," Mikah grumbled brusquely, eying him suspiciously as he neared the bed. He didn't actually suspect this guy was a threat, so perhaps suspicious was a strong word, but he was feeling very bitter and in far too poor a mood to be terribly discriminate about where his irritation landed. Right now, this guy, this strange, effeminately mannered, kinda anime-looking dude, he was the only outlet he had. At least he was dimly aware that this guy wasn't the one who deserved his surliness, though; whether that made it better or worse. "I'm not sick or anything, it's just this dumb dog collar."The choice of words had been deliberate, but he regretted it immediately. He'd refused to sit, instead shifting to face the man as he sat upon his bed, hands navigating their way into his hoodie pockets and stuffing themselves deep there, still wearing that brooding scowl. "No big deal, alright. So what's this, you mean like-- just, manual labor kinda stuff?"He was reluctantly making an effort to hear the guy out. If he didn't screw it up, this could actually be his ticket out of here. The prospect sounded dull as heck, but anything was just temporary, and this guy seemed pretty chill; he could definitely imagine worse types to try and escape from. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
but I still don't understand
what this whole thing's about
and all the words that you said
are somehow stuck in my mouth
and this was going so well
but I don't know what I did
all I really can tell, is
i've been hit
i've been hit
i've been hit
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 3:48 pm
♉ █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║ ★ ║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█ ♉ ★Kanen'to:kon★ Perhaps this one's lack of concern for himself could lead to some intense medical issues.. Yiska was certainly not a fan of late-night hospital runs. Both eyes were scanning the collar around Mikah's neck, crossbones-- one charm he was not at all wanting; however this being's intent to somewhat obey by sitting on the bed had his interest up.
Of course, it could all be a display to win him over and bring the pet home. Which was reasonable, kept in a room until they were literally begging through the door at the guards who stood watch. He's seen that kind of treatment and for a Native; the display was disgusting. However, Tori had his eyes set on two who needed his help, and as far as he was concerned, this Wolf breed was in that spectrum.
"Of course, I own a farm and the female I have is reluctant to work in the sun." Of course, he wouldnt specify what breed she was, he didnt need tension to start right off the bad. "Manual labor, cleaning, tending to the horses. Things of that nature but nothing I would consider demeaning or harmful." Tori thought that Mikah would like a break from this solitude, he'd already gathered some trust from the Vampire he'd left back at home... only he was dreading the condition of the house should she have decided to ruin it.
"Do you like to be here? I'd say it's a bit lonely and damaging, wouldnt you agree? My home has much more to do." As if to persuade the Wherewolf; not like it wasnt necessary with how willing he seemed to listen now.Mood: Calm
Distress: 0% Color Me Fubar Just to let you know Im replying tbh
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2016 8:14 pm
m i k a h
i should have known that this would happen from the start
this kind of function's gonna have to fall apart
i guess before i would have sworn that we were friends
maybe this problem points towards some larger trend ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The female he had? Gross. It sounded like he was talking about dogs. He didn't miss, either, the way the man was eying the collar around his neck. That was to be expected, of course... whatever charms and colors were on it represented what the Hotel had decided was most important for buyers to know, naturally they were gonna check it out before making a purchase. He still didn't like it, though, didn't like being labelled, having else someone decide who he was, use their words to display him to the world. My eyes are up here, he thought dryly. His stare wasn't hostile -- if he was feeling hostile, this guy would have found out real quick -- but it was certainly not friendly, either. If this weird dude thought he was going to throw himself in desperate gratitude at the first buyer who didn't treat him like s**t, he'd be disappointed. Sure, he wanted out of there, and a not psychopathic ticket was his first choice, but he wasn't gonna fawn over him. He'd never been a particularly charming sort when he wanted to be, he sure as heck wasn't gonna fake it. A farm sounded alright though. Manual labor didn't exactly excite him, but it couldn't be any worse than school... and horses definitely made better company than people, he was sure. Nothing he'd consider demeaning or harmful. The guy certainly knew what Mikah, and other people in his position, wanted to hear. He pushed it a little too far with his next words, though, his attempt at manipulation irritatingly blatant to the world-wary boy. "Yeah no, I love it here," he drawled, tone dully, flatly sarcastic. "Really stoked about this whole slave thing, who wouldn't be."Even he knew that was rude, not something he usually ever meant to be, really, but that glimmer of guilt mutated instantly to annoyance, resenting its presence. He was a slave, damn it, he was justified in being a little spiky. It was like wrongful imprisonment, but worse, because one, he wasn't just a prisoner, he was a slave, obviously, and two, he wasn't at the top of the food chain in some prison with a bunch of regular humans, but stripped of his powers... and three, he didn't even get to complain about being innocent, because nobody cared. You didn't need a reason to enslave someone. He didn't give the man the chance to cut in, though, not wanting his attitude to turn away this opportunity when he had no idea how few and far between relatively not-psycho buyers would be. Shifting, eyes dodging away a moment before returning, those dark brows frowning low with some surly discomfort, he admitted in a mutter; "But uh. Yeah, I mean." A slight, awkward shrug of one shoulder, tilting his head briefly into it in reluctant surrender and twisting his mouth down a bit. "I could do with a change of scenery."He eyed him, wariness, defiance and uncertainty lurking all at once in his stare. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ooc: oops sorry, mikah actually didn't sit down! the 'i'm fine' was like a 'i'm fine standing, thanks'. nbd tho. but aa a reply!! : D
but I still don't understand
what this whole thing's about
and all the words that you said
are somehow stuck in my mouth
and this was going so well
but I don't know what I did
all I really can tell, is
i've been hit
i've been hit
i've been hit
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 9:31 pm
XXXXXXXX◈My DESPAIR is lessxxxxxxxxxx════════════════════ XXXXXXXXXXXXXdespair ⋱xx══════════════════════ XXXXXas it is` boredomxxxxxxxxxxxxxx═════════════════════ x
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There was no driver to tell to wait around for her. Rosemond had her own car for when she wanted to go into town where she lived. For this trip, she'd taken a taxi and paid without comment on the price. Her father was going to be picking up this tab, after all, though he didn't know it yet. But it seemed appropriate, since he had pushed her into this to start with. So she hummed a bit as she went into the Hotel that rose above her like a magnificent mansion, heels clicking on the tile. Her ears were straight up, betraying her anxiety, though no one who didn't know her could have guessed that. Not with the way she was practically strutting over to the massive desk in the lobby, making small talk in her heavy accent with the woman who handed her the papers to fill out, giving her a thin smile. Normally the bunny girl would be a bit more chatty, but her thoughts were consumed with what she was about to do. She had never openly defied her father before now and this was quite a plunge for the young woman.
Her hips were swaying a bit, her legs going for miles in the miniskirt and heels she wore, and she knew it. It gave her more confidence, looking good. Wasn't that why women wore lingerie, after all? No one knew but them and it added a swagger to their walk throughout their mundane days. Well, Rosemond wore what she liked, when she liked, although she hadn't worn many bright colors since her mother passed away. Wearing black like she was made her seem like some delicate artist, and that was how she wanted to appear. Something fragile, delicate, that had to be protected. It seemed the best way to find someone here, she had decided, and they could just deal with her attitude once they were home with her. What was important was finding someone with some alpha-male complex, she had decided, who wouldn't appreciate having some soft-spoken, smug pretty-boy around. It seemed the perfect solution. And once everything was taken care of, they could go on their merry way.
It seemed like a fine idea in her head, as she filled out her paperwork and returned it. Surprised by how fast the computer returned some matches, Rosemond blinked and took them from the woman. Nothing struck her right off the bat and she went to sit down with them to flip through it all. There wasn't many in her hand, but enough she wasn't sure where to start. "Hmmm....celui-ci semble intéressant," she murmured to herself, brushing some hair back from her face as she pulled out one paper. A crow...at first she thought they meant a regular shapeshifter and had made a mistake, but his history was...interesting. As was his personality. He had a few traits she was looking for, but nothing really else.
"Eh bien, il ne fera pas mal à aller voir et découvrir," she decided with a shrug, getting to her feet and shuffling the papers around in her hands as she went over to the elevators. "I would like to see him," she said, showing the bellboy the paper. He nodded and brought her to the correct wing. Where, she had no idea, looking around and blinking at the large man in the suit who met her to escort her to the room. Were they dangerous?
The guard knocked before the opening the door for her, gesturing for her to go in. Peering in, Rosemond took a few steps inside and flicked her hair off her shoulders. "Hello?" she said, before spotting the person of interest. He looked...fairly normal, at least at first glance, and part of her was disappointed. She'd been hoping for someone who looked more intimidating, more aggressive, that might make warding off any suitors that much easier. Well, perhaps first appearances would be proven wrong, she thought, pursing her lips as she took a few steps closer to him. "Vous ne regardez pas du tout comme ce que je pensais," she said thoughtfully, tilting her head a bit.
Kurohimemiya ooc // I'm just guessing he'd be in the uncommons, with weres and the like...
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:30 pm
|| Location: Upper East Block | Thoughts: Uhhh... what? | Company: Rosemond || Leon was restless. He was used to waiting for orders; he was used to sitting idly on orders. He was not used to sitting idly waiting for orders. Everyone here either ignored him or wanted to know what he wanted to do. He wasn't used to it-- it felt wrong. Everything about this place was wrong. Too white, too luxurious, not enough structure and order, and worst of all, nothing for him to do. He found himself exercising as best he could in the small room until he was exhausted, then showering and sleeping it off, only to do it all over again. He longed for the structure of his days as a recruit, the way he always had had a goal and a purpose. The day they had informed him that he had failed and would not reach that goal or fulfill that purpose had been the worst day of his life. And now he was here, restless and lonely and idle, longing for someone to have a use for him.
Two knocks on his door had him leaping to his feet and standing at attention, alert. He stared fervently as it opened, and a young woman possessing rabbit ears walked in. "Hello?" she said, and her voice... it froze him where he stood, unable to open his mouth to respond and draw her attention to him. Fortunately, he didn't have to-- spotting him, she walked closer, and he nearly sighed in relief. Finally, here was someone. Someone who might need him, who might take him home and give him a purpose.
"Vous ne regardez pas du tout comme ce que je pensais," she said, tilting her head, and oh. Oh no. He was already disappointing her.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, allowing his gaze to fall to her shoes. "I don't understand." Useless. If he couldn't understand her than what use had she for him? Surely she would leave, and find someone better suited to her, someone who could converse freely with her and not be such a failure. He bit his lip and then promptly released it. It was a bad habit he'd been developing which revealed his nerves. At the academy, it would have been trained out of him brutally. He was slipping here, becoming even more unworthy than he had been when he'd arrived. He had to do better than this if he wanted anyone to ever want him. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄  XX  XX  xxГxxƐxxØxx-xxИxxИxxИxx Lxxexxoxxnxxxxxxxxxxxx LOYALxxxxxxxxx PROTECTIVE xxxxxxxx LONELYxxx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Color Me Fubar OOC: Soooo... Leon has more issues than I initially realised. Oops.
Speech: #232E9B
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 11:54 am
XXXXXXXX◈My DESPAIR is lessxxxxxxxxxx════════════════════ XXXXXXXXXXXXXdespair ⋱xx══════════════════════ XXXXXas it is` boredomxxxxxxxxxxxxxx═════════════════════ x
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The bunny-eared young woman tilted her head again, this time at the sound of his voice. He sounded...a lot more meek than she would have expected. Maybe his papers were wrong? Debating on whether to simply leave, she gave a mental shrug. Oh well. If he didn't work out, she would have only wasted some time, nothing more. "I can speak English," she Rosemond assured him with a brief nod of her head. Looking around, she saw the chairs and went over to take a seat, seeing no reason why she should be standing around for this...interview, for lack of a better word. She gestured for him to sit down as well, though she was unsure if he would listen. He had the charms she wanted, the collar and color...he simply wasn't the physical type she had been hoping for.
"My name is Rosemond. I'm looking for a bodyguard," she told him. Her accent was a bit thick, but nothing to obscure her words, at least. "I have a problem at home that needs to be taken care of. Nothing of the violent sort, hopefully. My papa wishes to marry me off. For my own good." She wrinkled her nose at that, the gesture eerily reminiscent of the animal she turned into. "I can't stand the man. I certainly don't want to get married off. So, you would make sure no one forces me to do that." She gave a small shrug, trying to appear unconcerned and in control of the situation. In reality, Rosemond really had no idea what she was doing, if she was going about this the right way, but was determined not to let him know that. Wasn't she supposed to be the one in charge of this whole thing? She wouldn't get anywhere if she didn't take control.
Crossing one knee over the other, she watched him, almost like prey would a predator. Sizing him up, assessing him. "I have my own home, it's out in the woods. Lots of freedom and open space." She wasn't sure if that would entice the man or put him off. Either way, he may as well know that too, that he wouldn't be living in the cramped city.
Kurohimemiya ooc // He's so neurotic already! Lmao!
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 7:27 pm
|| Location: Upper East Block | Thoughts: Please, please let this be it... | Company: Rosemond || "I can speak English," she said, and oh. He didn't need to understand French then. That was a relief. Still, he couldn't help but continue to feel as if he'd already fallen short. He watched as she took a seat. She gestured for him to do the same, and he hurried to comply. He sat perched on the edge of the chair, back straight and hands fisted on his knees. His head was up, but his gaze lowered so that he was not meeting her eyes. He watched her lips instead as she spoke, listening intently.
"My name is Rosemond. I'm looking for a bodyguard." Bodyguard? At the word, he perked up. He could do that-- he had the training. "I have a problem at home that needs to be taken care of. Nothing of the violent sort, hopefully. My papa wishes to marry me off. For my own good. I can't stand the man. I certainly don't want to get married off. So, you would make sure no one forces me to do that." Leon nodded, to show he understood. He could understand why she would want a bodyguard, and that was the kind of protection he could provide. The task was simple, to the point, and he was starting to get his hopes up, despite himself. If she decided he was truly worthy of the task, he'd have a purpose. With an ultimate goal, it would be much easier for him to decide what to do, and any idle time would simply be rest in the lull of his mission. He wanted this, and he wanted it badly.
"I have my own home, it's out in the woods. Lots of freedom and open space." Even better. It would be easier to guard against specific individuals in the woods than in the city. If there were danger from a larger group, that would change things, but since the job was to drive off individuals, the location was ideal.
Leon was used to having to wait for permission to speak, and Rosemond had yet to give it. He was hesitant to speak out of turn, lest she get angry, but... sometimes a well-timed comment was welcomed by superiors, and she hadn't said anything else. Hesitantly, Leon raised his gaze to meet her eyes. He must have seen something there that encouraged him in some way, because he opened his mouth. "I'm confident that I can do what you need, Ma'am," he said, voice steady. "My training more than covers the skills needed for the task, and the location of your home is ideal for guarding against individuals. Are there any hard limits on how I can handle dissuading your suitor and father?" ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ XX XX xxГxxƐxxØxx-xxИxxИxxИxx Lxxexxoxxnxxxxxxxxxxxx LOYALxxxxxxxxx PROTECTIVE xxxxxxxx LONELYxxx ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Color Me Fubar OOC: Awww, look at him! He gets more confident when he's assigned tasks. What a sweet baby bird.
Speech: #232E9B
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 9:36 pm
XXXXXXXX◈My DESPAIR is lessxxxxxxxxxx════════════════════ XXXXXXXXXXXXXdespair ⋱xx══════════════════════ XXXXXas it is` boredomxxxxxxxxxxxxxx═════════════════════ x
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He was so...stiff. It was almost funny. Was he nervous, or simply always like that? She hoped that he would at least relax if she took him home and not look so horribly stiff and uncomfortable. If she was going to bring someone home with her to live with her, for however long a time, Rosemond would be much happier if they were able to enjoy themselves on some level. Otherwise she would feel much worse about making someone stay with her and put up with her. The girl gave him a small smile, hoping that might help reassure him. When he spoke, her eyes widened a little and she almost started to laugh, though not at him. Was he...was he already asking if he could beat them up?
She couldn't help herself. Giggling a little, her ears shaking slightly, the bunny girl nodded. "I would much prefer you did not beat up my papa. As for my suitor...if he antagonizes you, you are free to use whatever force you see fit." She wrinkled her nose, a gesture aimed at her suitor, not at the fact that the werecrow might need to use force to make him leave. "As far as I know, he does not know where I currently am. It is my...it was my mama's home. My papa built it for her and now it is mine." Ah. There was definitely a tinge of sadness when she spoke about her mother and her expression grew depressed before Rosemond shook herself a little and straightened her shoulders back up. "It is a private place. My papa may come and try to dissuade me, but..." She shrugged, an elegant little gesture that meant nothing and everything at the same time.
"You can call me Rosemond, if you go home with me. It won't bother me," she told him encouragingly, with a small smile directed his way. Fiddling with her hands on her lap, the girl looked down for a few minutes, thinking things over. "Do you think you would like to come home with me? If you prefer the city, or would prefer someone else, that's all right. I would rather have a bodyguard that chose to." She would be able to trust him more than someone she had to force to bend to her will, even if she was able to.
Kurohimemiya ooc // omgggggggggg I can't stand it!
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2016 1:37 pm
♉ █║▌│█│║▌║││█║▌│║ ★ ║█║█║▌│█║▌│║║█ ♉ ★Kanen'to:kon★ There was a pause in his thoughts, eyeing the creature for a long, silent moment. He'd corrected himself; Tori noted to himself. The man was wary of his attitude and was going to ride himself out on his offer whether he liked it or not; that was clearly obvious. The Indian was no amateur, he's dealt with people and creatures who would either better their environment, or destroy it. Mikah was possibly one or the other, although he couldnt quite place the man's intentions.
Yiska nodded to Mikah's comment, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back in the chair. "Im sure anyone would, I dont see the point in locking someone up without atleast an outdoor visit. No better than the slaughter houses, no?" But fear not, the Indian didnt have plans to back out because of the hostility this creature was bound to bring. He extended a hand towards Mikah in a continual gesture; "Could you tell me more about yourself?" Treating Mikah and the others like dogs wasnt his intention, but he was aware his wording might have led them to think so-- probably why he was often sassed by the Vampire back home.
While he waited, the Indian settled to glance out the window; such a nice view but unable to embrace it more than this must have been a struggle; even for a man with such a sturdy attitude despite his situation. That always seemed to puzzle Tori. How could someone remain so.. hostile while in a place like this for so long? Mikah had been here the last time he had arrived, no? Some of the inhabitants here have holed up for years atleast-- some of the papers he had read through were astonishing. And to think they weren't allowed outside of their room was preposterous. It made him laugh dryly, thinking that this may have just been a true processing plant for a slaughter house.
Another shift to adjust his legs, the Indian's hand found a braid to twist between his fingers, the coral strands seemed to be the focus of his attention; though he was clearly listening to some extent. Tori had an awful lot on his mind, and it showed with the subconscious movements of his other hand.Mood: Calm
Distress: 0% Eriyonai --Well you did say he sat on the bed in your last post, so Tori thought he had listened.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 9:17 pm
|| Location: Upper East Block | Thoughts: I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me. | Company: Rosemond || Leon smiled in confusion when Rosemond started giggling. He wasn't sure what he'd said that was so funny, but her laughter was cute, especially with the way her ears giggling. He found himself thinking that he'd like to see her laugh like that again, and often. He shook the thoughts off as she answered his question, although the small smile remained on his face.
"I would much prefer you did not beat up my papa. As for my suitor...if he antagonizes you, you are free to use whatever force you see fit." She wrinkled her nose adorably at the thought. It was distracting. "As far as I know, he does not know where I currently am. It is my...it was my mama's home. My papa built it for her and now it is mine." Oh. She was sad. And the way she adjusted her tense when speaking of her mother... Leon's small smile turned to a frown. Her mother must be dead, then. He couldn't exactly relate, but he felt for her. He knew that losing one's parent was supposed to be a harrowing experience. Rosemond shook it off however, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the emotional strength she was exhibiting as she forged onward. "It is a private place. My papa may come and try to dissuade me, but..." she trailed off with a shrug. Leon wasn't entirely sure what that meant. But what? His brow wrinkled in confusion. He wasn't sure how to ask what she meant by that.
"You can call me Rosemond, if you go home with me. It won't bother me," she said, distracting him from his confusion. The little smile she gave him was the only thing that kept him from panicking completely at her phrasing. If he went home with her. Meaning she hadn't decided if he was truly useful to her. He couldn't help but fret through the minutes the sat in silence, waiting for her to decide his fate. He had been getting his hopes up, but now he wasn't so sure. He had been as honest as possible about his abilities and whether he could serve her. Perhaps there was someone else in the Hotel, someone better than him, who could protect her effortlessly. Someone who spoke French and wasn't such a disappointment. It was both terrifying and a relief when Rosemond finally spoke again.
"Do you think you would like to come home with me? If you prefer the city, or would prefer someone else, that's all right. I would rather have a bodyguard that chose to." Leon sagged in his seat at her words, relief loosening his tense shoulders and rigid spine. She did want him, she did have a use for him. In fact, she wasn't sure if he wanted to serve her, which was utterly ridiculous, but also heartbreakingly endearing. Smiling warmly at her, Leon didn't need to think over his answer.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 8:03 am
 Howell I've lost my goddamn mind It happens all the time I can't believe I'm actually Meant to be here Trying to consume The drug in me is you Howell was playing with the ends of his hair as he walked through the gorgeous hotel. He admired it's beauty and tucked it away into his memory. Maybe he would alter his castle a bit, he was starting to get bored with it. Howell moved to the front desk and checked in, not sure if he would be spending the night there yet. He wanted to check out the market first and see if he would have a reason to stay. He never committed to anything unless he absolutely had to.
Howell was intrigued by the beings that they managed to keep there and he wondered how they ended up there. Yes, he could simply read the profiles of the beings and see what had happened, but where was the fun in that? He glanced at the labels on the doors, nothing really catching his eye until he found the one. It was like fate had brought the two together. Howell signalled an attendent to gain access to the room and then slipped inside."Hello, Maggie. My name is Howell. Tell me, how does a magician's cat end up in a place like this?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 9:18 am
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Margot was a cat, and as a cat, she was bored. So bored. There was very little to do and even the lazy creature liked to have some sort of stimulation, if only to have someone else to annoy. Propped up in the narrow windowsill, it seemed like an impossible feat for most anyone of human shape, the matagot was stretched out and sunning, a mirthless expression on her face. There was nothing for her to do and few people had expressed an interest in her. The crescent moon always seemed to scare them off, though it wasn't as if she had actively murdered someone. But the hotel considered her 'bad luck' and the whole 'prolonging suffering' as killing a master, even if she hadn't actually slit their throat, so she was stuck with it. Lucky she hadn't gotten slapped with a heavier collar, she thought the one she had was tack and ridiculous and had tried numerous ways to pry it off, obviously having absolutely no luck. The gown was draped over her figure, the shawl an absent add-on as she liked the pattern of it, rather than if she was cold.
Looking over when someone came into her room without even a courtesy knock, the woman raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed by both his entrance and his introduction. "My name is Margot, not Maggie. I didn't give you permission to call me that," she corrected him, her tone cool as she appraised him. A magician - one with actual magic, as if that was supposed to be some sort of bonus. "And despite the fairy tales, I am not a magician's cat." Those words were final and she tossed her head, returning her gaze back to the window. Now he would leave her alone, in peace, and she could get back to being bored. There was precious little else to do in this place, but she also didn't feel like putting up with fools and magicians - who were one and the same, in the matagot's opinion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 9:42 pm
 HowellI've lost my goddamn mind It happens all the time I can't believe I'm actually Meant to be here Trying to consume The drug in me is you Howell chuckled at the feline's easy dismisal of him. She certainly was a fiesty one, which was probably due to her lack of training."Ah, but you forget that magicians were the ones to give the Matagots the ability to transform. Magicians and Matagots have been allies for a long time now and it's clear that you met one at some point in your life, but you have not reached your full potiental yet. There is so much more you could do if only you were trained properly."Howell's tone was light and almost seductive in a way. He loved magic and everything to do with it. If he had the oppurtunity to help a Matagot reach it's full potiential, then he would. He studied the room for a breif minute before turning his attention back to Margot. He did not fail to see that it was simply a play on the species she was and not a proper name."Forgive me for using your nickname although Margot is not a proper name either. When you get further in touch with your magic and the spirit that resides within you, that is when your true name shall be revealed. But Margot will have to do for now."Howell played with the rings on his fingers, thinking deeply and assessing Margot. The little training that she did have allowed her to switch between human form and spirit form, but she was not taught much more than that. She had realized her abilities to bestow wealth on an owner if she chose or to prolong their suffering. Howell could see the wealth of magic just waiting to be unlocked within her and he was eager to help her reach it.
Howell studied the cat for a few moments longer before he made up his mind to purchase her. He wanted to teach her, but he also wanted to win her over. He didn't like it when people weren't head over heels for him and he was often charming enough to win them over eventually. That was the fun of it all. Making a woman fall was a challenge, but Howell always lost interest after that."I, Arywn Howell Price, offer you an apprenticeship. I will help you unlock the power hidden within you and help you discover your true name. What do you say Margot? I promise to never be boring."Howell flashed his most charming smile and extended an elegant hand. He knew that it was going to be a challenge taking on this girl, but he wanted it. In fact, he craved it. And he was excited to release her potential.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 8:29 am
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If she was in her magic-casting form, with pink hair and golden eyes, she would have looked even more bored than she did in her current human form. Just because a magician had given her the ability to transform certainly didn't mean she owned this one anything at all. As for being 'trained' properly, the matagot didn't know whether to be offended or not. Who said she needed or required any such training? Huffing lightly, the cat rolled her eyes when he said that her current name would 'do for now'. Well, it had damn well better, she had picked it out and rather liked it. She was allowed to choose her own name and not go around explaining it to fools like the blonde standing in the room. Unlike the man playing with them, she had no rings on her fingers, never much caring for heavy things on her fingers or paws. Bracelets, necklaces, earrings - unless they were incredibly heavy, she didn't mind those. But rings were just too gaudy, too weighty. As if they were anchors bringing her down and keeping her there.
Margot adjusted herself on the sill, fully expecting him to grow exasperated with her lack of conversation and leave. It wouldn't bother her in the least, despite her boredom, since she had the feeling that he was simply toying with her. As a creature that normally did the toying, it was a disconcerting feeling and the matagot didn't much care for it, eyeballing out of the corner of her eye. Whether he was thinking about something or staring into space was anyone's guess and she wasn't going to waste brain power making her own. Her eyebrow rose when he offered out his hand like it some sort of prize she had won and announced that he 'offered' her an apprenticeship. In other words, he had decided to buy her and she was going home with him. As for never being boring, Margot highly doubted that. Everyone was boring to her, it was simply what they were.
"I suppose I don't get much of a choice in the matter. If you purchase me, I have to go with you whether or not I even want to," the creature pointed out dryly, wondering if he thought she would be so charmed as to be blind to the reality of her situation. She shifted on the sill again, turning her head a bit so she could see him better. He was still standing there like a bit of a doofus, as if he expected her to take his hand and fawn all over him and his supposed charms. Rolling her eyes at that thought, Margot just shrugged and slid to her feet, stretching a bit in the same manner a cat would when disturbed and showing it. "So since I get no choice, I might as pretend that I accept of my own free will. No place has held me for very long anyway," she warned him with a smirk, refusing to take his hand. She knew how magic worked and wasn't about to get herself into a contract with a magician - one who thought he was charming, of all things.
That was dangerous.
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