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 Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:39 pm
Kisha laughed. "A few. No need to be alarmed my dear, the ones around here keep to their manners." She grinned and twirled a lock of hair around her finger.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 4:47 pm
"Oh good." Posey sighed heavily with relief. "I had a nanny once who told me lots of tales of sucubi. They were very scary sounding. But! Miss Kisha, what are you doing here in the Underground?" She sipped at her tea finally, her mind starting to manage its way toward calm.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 5:52 pm
"Oh, just Kisha please. No 'Miss' is needed." Kisha laughed, then waved a hand in the air. "I came here with my brother. We are usually together in places. You get friends where you can, when you live long." She laughed again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 10:37 am
Miss Seraph Aphrodisia took a long drag off the cigarette and shrugged her slender shoulder. "All sorts of stuff really. My brother says it's all morbid though", she said. Aphrodisia picked the sketchbook up and offered it to the man. "You can flip through if you'd like. Nothing really fancy though", she insisted.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:09 pm
Aphrodisia smiled as she watched the sketchbook's pages pass through his fingertips. Shrugging at the man's question as she returned her focus back to his face she tried to remember aloud, "Umm.., well. For a while I suppose", the girl gripped one of her drawing pencils tightly. "A few years atleast", she nodded, that seemed about right.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 3:49 pm
Posey smiled at the woman, nodding her head once for confirmation that she was to call her just "Kisha".
"Is your brother here with you today?" She asked, craning her neck to look around for any man that appeared to be like a demon. (She wasn't sure why she thought if Kisha looked so cute why a brother would scary!)
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:32 pm
"Not directly today. He's probably holed up at home," Kisha said, with a dramatic sigh. She stretched her arms up above her head, yawning. "He plays as being a muse, but he has not inspired any art that is amazing. It is a little disappointing."
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:45 pm
Posey nodded sympathetically, taking a sip of her tea at the same time, while mulling over the idea of a succubi-brother (an incubi, perhaps?) who was a disappointment. With no brothers or sisters of her own, she only had the various workers in which to compare the feeling with, and surmised that the two were not at all related.
"What does he inspire? Music too, or something else?" She asked after setting her tea down. She was doing some serious thinking while Kisha spoke and hoping the kind lady didn't mind so many questions from a curious girl. (But, in the event that she did, Posey figured a good pout would bring the woman around.) The young girl had never encountered a supernatural creature before, granted she had heard they lived in The Underground, but with such a strict father it was hard to get out and actually speak to one. She then decided with gusto that she would not let such an opportunity as this pass her by! If need be, she would force the lady into a shopping trip or to snacks just to keep her with Posey!
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 9:52 pm
"Ah, unlike me, he inspires art. Dull, dead, unliving art." She sniffed, frowning. " I cannot understand it. And he has this accent, from Russia. We have lived there the last, oh 10 years or so. I personally do not like it, but he picked it up." She cleared her throat, mimicking her brother's voice, "and he speak in broken English like zis." She sighed, voice returning to normal. "Still, he is a good person."
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 7:46 pm
Posey continued her nodding to her new friend, though she held her tongue on how dead art could be. It wouldn't do to also praise another art form in front of a muse!
Though, she could not hold in her loud burst of laugh when Kisha imitated the so often horrible English some people would speak with.
"That's awful, but I know exactly what you mean! Once we had a maid who was from Romania and spoke just like a gypsy! Father instructed all the other servants to help her change her speech, but she just wouldn't!" Since the incident mentioned happened when Posey was much younger, she still found the whole thing highly humorous and under certain circumstances would even attempt to imitate the woman.
"I'm glad that you still like him. I don't have any siblings, but I have heard that sibling rivalry is just awful!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:31 pm
"Well, if you want, you can have some of mine," Kisha said, teasingly. With a laugh, she continued, twirling a curl of her hair around a finger. "It is not so bad, but I haven't been with all of my siblings in many years." She hummed thoughtfully, chewing on her thumbnail. "So, Romania you said? And a maid?" She giggled, smiling.
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