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 Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:32 am
Emmy got skill, yes she dooo~
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:35 am
April 2007 Emmaleth The moon hung low in the dim navy sky as a stream of smoke streamed ever so slowly from in between the soft full lips of the fair angel, Kaiya. Her medium-length blonde hair hung over her hunched shoulders as she leaned on the railing of the balcony outside the apartment she now lived in on the fourth floor. As the busy traffic zoomed around on the streets below, she flicked the ashes of her cigarette and shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. She was wearing a pair of loose comfortable baby blue pajama pants with a thin white sweater. Through her sweater, the outline of her black bra could be seen, but she didn't seem to care.
As the smoke lingered around her, she cleared her throat. She felt overwhelmingly annoyed. It had only been a week since she'd gathered them all and they were already driving her to insanity. It started when she'd dropped in on Tasuku being bullied in an alley. It had been quite a pathetic sight, but she'd felt sorry for him and ended up saving his neck. In return he'd taken her to his apartment and offered her a place to stay. There she'd met Chinami, his baby cousin. Instantly, she knew that the little girl had not been normal. She'd arrived three days before the girl's sixth birthday and then within two weeks, after a very painful process, Chinami had grown small angel wings. She was a half-angel. Kaiya liked these two. They were just... Real people. She adored the small girl and was fond of the boy and could tell that he was extremely fond of her, although he seemed to nag at her so often.
It had hardly been a month after she'd moved in with then that she'd bailed another young man out when he got caught stealing from a street vender. He'd almost gotten into a fist fight with the authorities when she just happened to be walking by. She noticed certain features of his such as his ears and teeth and pinned him as a half demon. He was orphaned, and so he came to live in the apartment with them. Kaiya often wandered around at odd hours, after all, she was seeking them out, and doing a good job at finding them. It was a very short time after finding the half-demon, Natsuo, that's she'd stumbled across a young girl who was passed out in a back alley. Kaiya smirked at remembering her first confrontation with Hiromi. When Otohiko predicted 'vampire in denial', he really wasn't joking.
They built Hiromi a little tomb in the girls' room of the apartment for her to stay in during the day. She'd found four of them already, only two were left. Once Hiromi had gotten used to the apartment and Tasuku finally learned that she wasn't going to attack him, Kaiya had gotten news of a strange girl roaming aimlessly in Spain. She was said to resemble a cat or some other animal and many people were going into histerics. It was the end of January by then, and then she came back three weeks later with the hyper-active wolf maiden, Riruko, Tasuku had almost completely rejected the idea of having her live with them, but Kaiya had overthrown his power.
As she stood there and stared down at the street, her thoughts lingered on the final member of their group. It was early March and he just... showed up at the apartment. Unlike the rest of them, he had volunteered to join them. Ren, first son of Otohiko, king of Hell. Ren was the final member of the household and so... There she was, a week after his arrival, standing on the balcony, regretting life. Riruko had instantly become infatuated with Natsuo, and vise-versa, only he was in complete denial, which was extremely frustrating for everyone because Riruko was definitely not the quiet type. Hiromi sulked around all of the time, worrying Chinami and Tasuku spent most of his time working, then coming home to nag at everyone like a shriveled old woman. Ren would often be found throwing passes at any of the three women in the house.
She took another drag off of her smoke and exhaled it quickly, flicking it down into the street below. After a moment of stretching, she turned around and slowly slid the glass door open to go back inside the apartment.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:36 am
April 2007 Quote: Aijeleth raised a brow at the mortal before her. She rarely dealt with such creatures as wererhinos. Normally AJ was stuck hunting down renegade souls or demons. She also rarely worked with partners, except perhaps reserachers from headquarters.
Normally, the youthful-looking slayer went out onto the field alone, and all of her missions were rather routine.
"Wererhino..?" she said with a slight hint of amusement. Any sign of any emotion other than contentment or melancholiness was usually a 'slight hint' with her.
However, as she began to shower interest, the voice of Timmo came from beneath the witch.
"A little air..." he'd said followed by Jason's jibberish about his charts. Although she worked with supernatural beings, AJ didn't necessarily believe a lot in predicting the future or reading tarot cards. It was almost nonsense to her.
"Guess this is a popular room, huh?"
With Jason's statement, AJ's attention was turned to two beings entering the room. As the vampire and lycan entered the room, a small frown twisted on Aijeleths placid face.
Generally, it was a bad idea to team a lycan up with a vampire. This sort of behavior often arose from such a combintion, and it didn't have anything to do with the typical lycan vs. vampire stereotype. In nature, vampires tended to be more arrogant creatures while lycans acted with their wolf-like instincts. Vampires have an independent nature while lycans act better as a pack, so this arugment was so surprise to the Fury.
"How did everyone else's missions go?" the lycan asked the group who was already resting in the breakroom.
Clearing her throat, AJ uncrossed her legs and stood from the table, her chestnut bangs falling before her fiery eyes as she did so.
"My mission went smoothly. Just another typical hunt for me," she said lazily, not feeling the need to repeat her story again for the new arrivals. Glancing at the clock, she brushed her hair out ofher eyes with a weary sigh.
"It's been about a week since I've had anything to eat, and it's about that time," she said, looking around the room. She wasn't the most social person, but she didn't mind company either. "Would anyone like to head toward the mess hall with me?" she asked in her usual placid tone.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:40 am
February 2008 Emmaleth     A L R I G H T !Who's been
Touching my
M a t e r i a ! ? ___________________ ☼ Y U F F I E ♥ K I S A R A G I ☼ ___________________  "I can't believe I stick around for this! Cid's such a jackass. 'Why don' you run to tha store an' get some groceries like a good girl?' Pah! That sexist b*****d would be lost without me!" The complaints issued from Yuffie's mouth to meet no one in particular's ears were quite typical. Ever since Yuffie'd agreed to aid Cid in his shop, everyone had become accustomed to their screaming matches. Sometimes, people just shook their head and laughed. Despite all of their arguing, Yuffie and Cid were really the best of friends. It was just very... very hard to see.
Standing at a less than impressive height of five feet and two inches, Yuffie's stature was anything but intimidating. Her short black hair and chestnut eyes just made her seem like a playful kitten. One could suppose that Yuffie was a prime example of "Don't judge a book by it's cover." When she'd first met Cloud and the gang, she was extremely bitter towards Shin-Ra. While Cloud doubted her skills at first, he soon learned that Yuffie could definitely hold her own. Being a ninja from Wutai, her shuriken had never let her down.
But that was a while ago. She hadn't seen any action in ages, unless you count the numerous spats with Cid. "Well, at least it's a nice day. Last itme he sent me out to do 'woman chores,' it was lightning outside," she muttered to herself. However, as she made her way through the market, Tifa's tavern caught her eye. "Ah, Cid can go hungry for now. I haven't visited Tifa in a while. I wonder if Cloud will be around," she said thoughtfully as she moved up to the door.
Knocking on the door twice before pushing it open to pek inside, Yuffie blinked about curiously. "Helloooo? Anyone home?" she asked before slowly stepping inside. Cupping her hands behind her back, she looked around. Seeing no one in the room, she figured Tifa might be on break, and Cloud didn't seem to be around. That meant!
No one was watching his materia! Oh, how easy it would be to sneak up the steps and dig around Cloud's room, only to find the lovely shiny colorful materia hidden away in a box! She'd just have to grab it and hop out of the window! No one would ever know it was her!
Fingers laced before her with stars in her eyes, the little princess seemed to be lost off in her dreamland as she stood in the doorway. And then the luster in her eyes vanished and her hands fell to her sides. She'd forgotten that the children wandered around the tavern. That would dampen things. But maybe they were at school or something! Yeah, that's what these kids did with their time, right?
Ah, who was she kidding? Cloud and Tifa were her friends. She couldn't just steal their materia, no matter how just amazingly wonderful materia was! A sigh of defeat escaped her as she decided to be a good ninja. "Good guys never really win," she muttered.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:41 am
October 2009 Emmaleth The small mauve eye bobbed up and down steadily in the air. It was no larger than a basketball only.. it had small flippers as arms and a pointed tail as if it were a blob of paint someone had smeared forward. It blinked as an old woman smiled nervously at it, the creature obviously getting too close for her liking. "You think people living in Durem would be used to seeing such strange things," Em thought to herself as the black and white image picked up by the eye was transmitted to her mind.Still, the blind girl sighed and smacked her gums at the floating eye.
"Puru, don't be rude," she said to it. "Give the woman her space, don't you remember the talk we had about personal boundaries?" As Em started blankly ahead, she crossed her arms and the eye seemed to jump with alarm. It weaved through the air until it was hovering over the small girl's shoulder, seeming nervous. "It's alright, just mind your manners," she said to it again.It blinked and looked down for a moment. "Don't sulk, I need you to stay alert for me. You do no good to me if you're staring at the floor." Instantly, the eye looked back up to survey the scene once more. Finally, Em turned her attention back to the old woman.
"I'm very sorry about Puru," she began with a small smile. "He's like a curious kitten sometimes. He's only be active for a year now. He allows me to see," she explained, gesturing to her cloudy green-gray eyes.
"Oh, no dear," the old woman said, feeling guilty for having reacted to the eye the way she had. "It's just... A lot of strange things are here in Durem, but I haven't quite ever seen anything like that before," she finished."Anyways, I was wondering if you could help me out. You see, over there on the table are shards of an old vase that belonged to my great-grandmother. Some rowdy children were in here yesterday and knocked it off the shelf. It's a precious family heirloom and I was wondering if it were possible for you to fix it with your magic."
Em grinned.Luckily, mending spells were extremely basic and they were one of the few spells she'd managed to learn before her old master banned her from magic. "No problem! The Great Emmaleth can do anything!" she boasted. Rolling up her long bagging sleeves, she pulled her wand from under her ribbon belt. "Stand back!" she warned. With a wave and a flick of the small black wand, green sparks jetted out toward the broken vase. All of the pieces began to hover and then puzzle piece back together. Within thirty seconds, the vase landed gently on the table with a small thud and the sparks faded. "There, simple enough," she said with a broader grin and a small shrug.
"Oh, thank you!" the woman cried. Then, she proceeded to dig into her change purse. Pulling out some gold, she stepped over to Em and placed it in her hand, curling the blind girl's fingers over it. "Take this and get yourself something to eat and find a warm bed for tonight," she said.
Em just smiled again, her grin fading into something much more sincere. "Thank you, Ma'am. Don't be afraid to call me if you need anymore help," she said. Waving farewell, Em was led out of the small antique shop by Puru. "What a nice lady," she said to the floating eye. Even though it was just a manifested spell, she had come to think of it as a friend, deeming it a boy even though it had no real gender. "She really didn't have to pay me, though. I didn't do much. Then again, we're low on gold anyway and I am really getting pretty hungry. What sounds good?"
Not too much later, Em emerged from a small bakery, a fresh chocolate chip muffin the size of a soft ball in hand. As she nibbled on it, she and Puru continued down the streets of Durem. Then, something caught her eye. "A library," she wondered aloud. "I guess I could always read up on more spells, what do you say?" she asked, cocking her head. The image in her mind moved up and down, so she gathered that the eye was nodding. Alright, let's go then!" Side-stepping around other people in the way of the entrance, she moved up the steps and pushed the door open. As she stepped inside, she felt something crunch under her feet. As Puru looked down, Em discovered glass on the ground. "Huh, I wonder what happened here," she pondered. "Maybe it's not the best time to browse around here..."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:41 am
December 2009 Emmaleth ♥ Sienna Mariette Demaray ♥  Sienna just blinked, leaning to her side to watch as the two senior officers stomped off of the ship. Again she blinked as she straightened up and looked up at the man she was now left alone with. Boy, was he pretty, she couldn't help but think. Still, while pretty, he was too young for Sienna's taste so any sort of attraction that may have stemmed within her was soon dismissed. Still, when he turned to speak to her, the petite young lady merely grinned and rubbed the back of her head where she found there had in fact been a lump from her last encounter with her clumsy captain. "Likewise," she said happily.
Perhaps Sienna had bumped her head one too many times that morning or maybe she just didn't know quite how pirates worked just yet, but she was oblivious to there being any real trouble between Max and Lee. Then again, she had witnessed a touching moment between the two of them not twenty minute sor so prior. Confused, she followed quickly behind Alex as he made his was to the docks. Spying the physical fight going on between the two of them, Sienna ducked behind Alex, unable to stop herself from latching on to his arm. She hadn't ever seen a man hit a woman like that, or a woman take any hit like Lee had with such stride. "You think so?" she asked as Alex put a bet on the brawl being over soon. How was this normal at all?
Finally, the fight was over and Lee stormed off. Then Alex turned to introduce himself to her. She blinked, once more, as the entire sitution had dumbfounded her. "Sienna Demaray, new and best engineer," she said with an aloof tone as she reached out to shake his hand, but her blue eyes looked past him to try and pin point where exactly Lee had stormed off to. "Alex- if it's okay for me to call you that- I do believe it was our job to tag along with Ms. Anderson. She doesn't seem to be well now, or I would imagine after such a fight with a good friend," she went on, gesturing toward the captain. "And I think she just disappeared into that shady-lookin' tavern over there," she said, pointing at a rather seemingly decayed two-story building.
"She also has the coin purse I need for my patch-shopping," she added with a small nervous smile as she rubbed the back of her head. "If I don't start repairs immediately, we could be stranded here long enough for the navy, or... any of these other big scary men, to find and tear us apart," she finally finished. And off she went! Although, she stopped for a brief moment to lean over her captain. "Sir? I hope you're alright and you can hear me well. I'm going to go find Lee, but I just wanted you to know that, as long as you promise not to grab at me... I'll be staying here to fix your ship for you." And then she was off, half running towards the Tavern. She only hoped Alex would be behind her or that she reached Lee soon. Should anyone try to give her any trouble, Sienna wasn't versed in self defense whatsoever.. 
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:43 am
December 2009 Emmaleth ∞ H a r l e q u i n - ♥ - F e r n a s s i ∞T h e - R e q u i e m  The day had been rather uneventful thus far for Harle. She sat in her room in front of a mirror, fussing with her hair simply because she had nothing better to do. She often felt as if Elijah and Zanobi purposely excluded her from things because, had Elijah not been chosen to lead the guild, everyone knew Harle had been next in line. It was as if there had always been an unspoken rivalry between the two of them, as if they were a brother and sister fighting for their father's attention. They got along alright and even had some things in common, but Harle found herself straining to follow orders from a kid five years her junior. She still did listened to him, though. It was just hard for her to handle sometimes.
So there she was, sitting in her room yet again with no idea where the other two were at. Wrinkling her nose to the side as she let out a forlorn sigh, her middle and ring finger found themselves opening and wrapping around the bottom of a wine glass, just below the glass at the top of the stem. Swirling the thick red liquid for a moment, she paused before placing it to her lips, a blood red stain splashing like waves on the beach into her mouth. She took a moment to taste it before letting it slide down her throat and letting out yet another sigh. She fussed with her hair for another moment (as there was so much of the raven locks to fuss with) before rising from her vanity and moving across her room to the door.
Opening the door, she poked her head out and looked left and then right. Not seeing anyone of importance, she stepped into the hall and shut her room behind her, careful to lock it before walking away. Maybe she'd find something interesting going on if she just wandered the halls. She had to wonder what her small leader was up to. He was very well liked around the guild, and Harle liked him, too, but she saw past a lot of his cunning, as one of the things they had in common was knowing how to work people to get what you wanted out of them. Maybe she'd look around and try to find him. She wasn't going to let him forget that she was, in fact, his second.s p a c e r s p a c e r s p a c e r♥ - ♥ ─ ♥ ─ ♥ - ♥
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:45 am
May 2009 Emmaleth Wesley Pickford. Son of Arnold Pickford, who was the son of Stanley Pickford, who was the son of Charles Pickford. Wesley only knew his family history back to his great-great-grandfather. Which was fine, because he didn't need any more proof of what his future was going to hold. Wesley was the fifth generation in a row to follow his father's profession. He was in school training to become a private investigator. However, the field was becoming much harder to get into with education alone. At the age of twenty-three, four yers of college down, it was time for him to start looking for some sort of internship. He needed to get the experience needed to actually get hired.
With the semester coming to an end, it wasn't hard to find such an internship. It was just difficult because now he had to move away from his friends and family. He found an honorable department to work for, unpaid, to gain experience but it was roughly two hours away from everything he knew. Deciding that it was time to leave his childhood behind, officially, he began to search for cheap furnashed houses. Really, he was just browsing apartments and room rentals, but one particular house caught his eye. It was large, completely furnashed, and for some crazy reason, within his price range.
The weekend he decided to move, three of his friends decided they would accompany him. They argued that it was never nice to stay in a new place in a new town alone, so they were going to spend their three-day weekend with him. Upon arrival, they oo'ed and aw'ed at how nice the house was. They joked that it would be haunted and all that. Wesley laughed it off. As if he believed in ghosts of all things! The first two nights went smoothly. His friend, Stacy, had brought her cat, Molly. She was moving into the dorms next semester and they didn't allow pets, so Wesley had agreed to look after the cat until Stacy was in a place she could have her again.
It wasn't until the third night, the final night his friends were staying, did things start to get eerie. The weather outside was rainy, so they all decided to get a few drinks and watch old horror movies. Above the TV in the living room hung a large mirror that made the room feel as if it were more open and airy. Suddenly, his friend, Jen, jumped with a start. "Did you guys see that?" she asked, pointing up at the mirror. "What?" asked the fourth friend, Eric. "I didn't see anything," he shrugged. Stacy let out a yelp as Molly lept from her arms, hissing. "Molly!?" she called after her cat. "What the hell??" she pondered out loud.
"It was probably nothing, guys," Wesley reassured his friends. Yet he couldn't help but feel as if something were watching them from then on out. Maybe it was the cat in the other room... The others seemed to be on edge as well. The next morning they all departed, commenting on what a nice house it was but how he'd have his hands full with ghost hunters soon enough. He laughed and waved them off, telling them they were welcome to come visit any time.
Still, Wesley had to wonder why such nice house was so cheap. He had to wonder why the realtor was so eager to get rid of it. He was in school to be a PI, right? So be began investigating. It didn't take him long to discover that the house had been vacant for ten years and the previous owners were a family that had mysteriously been killed inside the walls. This disturbed Wesley. What bothered him even more was that there was a survivor. The young daughter, now locked in the hospital.
A shiver passed over his spine as he glanced up at the mirror again. As he did so, he heard Molly issue a low growl and hide under the high couch. With a frown on his face, he called Jen. "Jen? It's Wesley. Tell me, that last night here, did you really see something in the mirror?" The conversation was short. Jen said his house was creepy and all, but she wasn't sure if she'd seen anything in the mirror at all. Her eyes probably were tired and strained from watching movies in the dark. Hanging up the phone, the skeptical young man who had lived his life based on logic, decided he needed some answers.
Later that afternoon, just a day shy of living in the house for a week, he found himself standing at the front desk of the hospital. "Can I help you?" the lady at the desk asked. "Yes, my name is Wesley Pickford," he began, trying to sound professional and formal. "I've just recently bought a house-" The lady cut him off. "Oh, you're that boy, huh? I figured you'd be wanting to come up here sooner or later," she said, rolling her eyes.
"So, you know I'm here to talk to Anna de Lauro, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrow. The town wasn't too awfully large. Word probably got around fairly quickly. "She isn't allowed to have visitors. Isn't right in the head," the lady said, crossing her arms. "Seriously?" Wesley said, sounding distraught. "But this is urgent. I need to know what happened in my house!" he said, pressing his palms to his forhead as he tried to think of some alternative. "Look, I'll give you fifteen minutes with her, but that's it," she said, rising form the desk to lead Wesley to the room Anna was kept in. "Oh, thanks! Thanks a lot!" he exclaimed. He followed her, unsure of what to expect.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:46 am
May 2009 Emmaleth  The guardian angels of life fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us. It had been roughly three days since Cyric had been trampled by the car in order to save Dawn. The entire three days, he'd remained unconscious and, the entire three days, the rain continued to beat down. Luckily, the town seemed well-equipt for such weather. The streets weren't terribly flooded or anything. The fair was obviously cancled by now, too. The people, however, seemed to not be phased much by the rain. The only time they weren't walking the strip of shops was when the rain was too thick to see through. Otherwise, they went about their day with umbrellas overhead.
The mysterious angel who had assisted Dawn in getting Cyric back to the hotel merely popped in and out several times a day. He said little to Dawn, only assuring her that he was watching over them. He'd stay and make sure they were safe until Cyric healed. He would often show up with various types of food for Dawn and would swiftly move over to the young comatose angel, inspect his wings, administer fresh bandages, and then leave again, only to return several hours later to repeat the process.
After three days had passed, Cyric finally let out a small groan in his sleep. Luckily, it had been duringone of the other angel's visits. Hearing the sound of the younger angel begin to wake, the elder moved fast, lifting Cyric's eyelids to examine him. "Come on, boy. Wake up. You know very well I can't heal if you're only half here. Wake up, Cyric. I need to mend your wing," he continued to urge, a stern look in his deep brown eyes.
Cyric groaned again before scrunching up his face. He heard a distant voice. It was somehow familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on who it was exactly. Someone from his childhood. Someone who had been friendly. Slowly, grey eyes began to flutter open. "That's it, good boy," the elder angel cooed. Cyric appeared to be unaware of who was speaking to him, or his surroundings for that matter. The elder angel moved to help Cyric sit up. After Cyric was sitting, the other angel put his hand son the crumpled left wing. Instatly, a faint white light emitted from the hands. As he ran his hands along the length of the wing, the feathers smoothed, the blood clots vanished, and the bones mended.
This send a warm tingling feeling down Cyric's back that seemed to wake him up. As the bones re-connected, it also sent pinches of pain down the length of his wing and up his spine. Cyric gasped and winced in pain, but he was finally fully aware. Although, he was having trouble remembering the events leading to his broken wing. Finally, it all came back to him in a single flash. Instantly, he jolted up. "Dawn!?" he yelled, afraid because she wasn't in his line of sight.
"Easy!" the other angel cautioned, yanking Cyric's arm so that he'd sit back down. "You can come in if you wish," he then called to Dawn, who he'd asked to remain out of the bedroom until Cyric's healing was complete. If Cyric had woken up with the other angel wasn't there,things could have gone very wrong. An angel with a broken with was an angel with a crack in his sanity.
It was about then Cyric realized who the other angel really was. It hadn't been a dream at all. His uncle, Oric, was really there. His uncle that he hadn't seen in ten years. In the flesh. Caring for him. "O- Oric?" he stammered. "Where are you- how?" Cyric fumbled with his words. He was entirely astonished. What was goin gon?
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:49 am
July 2007 Emmaleth ..::[insert fancy introduction tag here]~> >>Username:_
>>Zayr
>>Password:_
>>431407110989K
>>Processing…
>>_
>>Welcome Zayr
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Slender hands danced across the keys of the ancient computer Zayr loved to use as she logged on and began fishing for her e-mail. Her father often laughed at her and asked her why she didn't stop and get a better computer, and her response was that she enjoyed the classic feel of the older systems. He'd even bought her a new system- it was still in it's box tucked away under her bed on the ship. She was such a stubborn girl sometimes, but that's what most admired about her. She had a way about getting exactly what she wanted, and at that moment, what she wanted was a long awaited e-mail from the one who really held tight to her heart; the lover that not a single soul knew about. He was her only real secret.
>>You have 0 new messages.
A droll look overcame those amber eyes of hers as her fingers found their way to her sandy boyish hair and buried themselves in the abyss. "That can't be right," she muttered to herself. Biting her lush bottom lip, her bronze face moved closer to the monitor as she began to click away. Silly boy, she thought as she worked. Always so cautious...
>>_
>>File: 1598745.Zayr.D:
>>Loveless
>>_
>>Processing…
>>That file does not exists would you like to access a different file?
>>Password override: Loveless
>>Processing…
>>File: 1598745.Zayr.D:
>>_
A smirk appeared on her lovely face as the file opened. How he managed to do it, she had no idea. Instead of showing up as an e-mail, somehow he'd managed to plant the letter to her as a saved file on her computer without getting tangled up in her e-mails. How clever! Zayr's eyes lit up with excitement as she began to slowly devour the words her love had sent to her in such a top secret manner. She had time to take as long as she needed while the rest of the crew was busy meeting with Sullivan. Things had been rough lately, so she felt that she needed to take in the encouraging words of Mr. Amazing.
Dearest Zayr,
It's been so long since my eyes have been able to feast upon your beauty. How do you do it? How you you keep my heart wrapped within those velvet wings when you're so far away? Just the memory of your voice causes my heart to freeze. I can almost see your smile and take in your scent. These trials we must go through to be together are almost unbearable.
Alright, now that I've got all of the mushy stuff out of the way, I want you to know that I really do miss you. It sucks so bad that I can't see you. I hope you don't mind me planting these letters into your computer the way I am. It makes them hard to track and if anyone found out I was contacting you, I'd lose more than my job. You're lucky I love you so much to do this for you. I really can't stand being away from you for so long. I hope that someday, this war between pirates and the SFPS will come to and end and we can move out to the middle of no where and breed our own little army of kids, just like you want.
Speaking of kids, I saw a little girl lost in the market yesterday. She was absolutely terrified, crying for her mother. I couldn't help but stop and ask her what was wrong. She held my hand while we wandered around looking for her mom. When the two found each other, they were so relieved. It made me smile and think about you and me. No matter how far away we get from each other, we'll find each other in the end and fall into each other's arms as if the rest of the world didn't exist.
I'm really sorry this letter isn't longer, but I've got to get back to work. I'll write you again next week, Angel.
I love you.
K.
An empty smile spread across Zayr's face as she finished the e-mail. She had to admit, her heart ached. She missed him more than anything. She adored how his letters always started out something like Shakespeare and then moved on to him just communicating with her. He was so quirky and she loved it. Her stubborn nature wouldn't let her have it any other way. He was the one she wanted. She'd have him in the end. <~[insert fancy conclusion tag here]::..
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:50 am
March 2009  Chiron Evander Chiron sat in his dorm. The sunlight was coming in through the window causing the dust in the air to catch the fawn's eye. A small sigh escape him as an equally small smile appeared on his face and he closed his amber eyes for a moment. "Hey!" a sudden voice called out to him. "Chiiiron! Are you listening to me!?" It was a familiar rather high-pitched voice that, even though he heard it every day, he just couldn't get used to.
"I hear you, Vee! Just hang on a minute. I was trying to finish up my summer math homework," he said patiently, wagging a finger at the small white rabbit-esque creature hopping up and down on the floor next to his chair. "Hehe! I love it when you call me 'Vee,'" she replied, pretending to swoon over the fawn. He sighed again and reached for a bowl he kept on his desk. Inside the bowl were a bunch of green apples shined to perfection. "Here, I know this is what you want," he said over the excited squeals from his pooka. "Now go play with the toys I made for you and let me straighten up here," he said, ruffling his hair and scratching at the base of his antlers.
"Sure thing, Boss!" Veedrix piped, tucking the apple under her left arm, where it barely fit, so that she could give him a playful salute before hopping across the room. Chiron watched her for a moment before shaking his head. I still don't understand how Veedrix was destined to be my pooka, he thought as he turned back to his work. He was careful to stash away his homework in a safe place so it wouldn't get ruined before he ran his finger along the window seal. "Just as I thought," he said with a small grimace. "Veedrix, stay here unless I call you. I need to go see about getting some cleaners to fix this place up," he said. The rabbit, however, was busy eating her apple and merely nodded in agreement as he walked past her.
The hallways were littered with new students. In fact, somewhere amoung then lurked his younger brother, Rhodes, who was attending as a first year. A ping of annoyance sounded in the back of Chiron's head as he thought about sharing his domain with one of the only people who could successfully get under his skin. Shaking the feeling, he looked around for a teacher or someone else authorized to get him some cleaning supplies. Others found it odd that he didn't just use magic to clean. However, Chiron saw nothing wrong with a little bit of elbow grease.
As he walked, he passed several familiar faces from old teachers to fellow classmates from various clubs he'd joined in the past, but one thing he noted inside of his head was that he had no real friends, which was the way he liked it. That meant there was no one to disrupt his perfect schedule or his study time. Thinking this over, he smiled, but he nearly tripped over a first year girl rounding the corner. Chiron merely took a couple steps back, amber eyes blinking in shock. The girl, however, must have been having a really bad day.
"Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" she stopped and looked up at him, eyes swelling with tears. Fantastic! he thought with a droll expression upon his face. "Look, it's no big deal," he said, forcing a laugh as he waved dismissively. "Yes it is!" she cried. "The other boys in my year keep making fun of me and calling me names because I'm a nymph! And I can't find any teachers right now. I'm so lost running around here with people pointing at me!"
Yikes, he thought, again scratching the base of his horns. "Well, I'm looking for a teacher, too. Why not tag along with me?" he offered, regretting it as soon as the words escaped his mouth. The girl, however, seened more than grateful. "Really!? That would be sooo nice! What's your name, anyway?" she asked. "Chiron," he said shortly. "Oooh, okay. I'm Pimlyn," she said, slightly embarrassed by her name. Chiron couldn't help but chuckle. "How about I just call you Lyn, then?" he asked. The girl smiled slightly and nodded. "Alright, let's find some authority. This place is a madhouse!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 12:51 am
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