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 Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 9:44 pm
Morty had a small piece of paper bestled between two claws and a pleased smile on his face. It wasn't a pleasant smile, although the demon was pleased, it sort of spread across his face like some form of virus, twisting his features ever so slightly untill finally it drew up his lips to let him draw in some air between wonderfully sharp teeth and return a small chuckle to the world. The fa'e had set himself up with a chair and a table in the common room, placing a chair on the opposite side of him as well.
Afterall, he was expecting company. That was what the piece of paper he held indicated, the little thing he had torn off that advertisment. The fa'e had of course been interested, as it said whoever had posted it was a new arrival. And new arrivals were always fun. And quite frankly, Mortimer wanted to see how people reacted to him now, to test himself out of unfamiliar fa'e before he did ones he had previously known. Social experiment, almost. That, and he was looking for some quick amusement. Sure, the arrangement had been made for him to tutor the new fa'e, but, Mortimer didn't honestly think there was much he knew that was... learnable. What the hell was he gonna teach him? Style? No. Manners? No. Any sort of book learning was out of the question. s**t, what was left? Flight and talking to rocks? Breaking things? Being an all around nasty sort of guy, or how about returning from death?
Whatever was coming, the tall creature was ready for it. He had gotten some glasses and a pitcher of water from the kitchen and was amusing himself by chucking the ice against the wall while putting his feet up against the table. Hopefully his 'student' would show up before he ran out of ice and moved onto larger things.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:00 pm
The warm glow of the Tzohar preceded Shai's arrival, staining the wood rich amber. One hand and a crystalline edge emerged first from around the doorway as the young Fa'e stepped in. His shards were raised in a radiant arc, a luminous corona that illuminated a surprisingly young face.
In his sundark hands, Shai held a slim leather wallet...bound with a thong and embossed. ”...Morty? Yes?” Wide luminescent eyes wandered over the reclining youth, his shards resonating absently with every icy impact. Something like a smile hovered at the the corners of his mouth, hopeful and patient.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:29 pm
Morty had been enjoying his ice smashing and there was now a huge puddle on the floor by the wall he had been chucking the poor abused chunks of frozen ice. A few holes had been made where they had obviously broken through the drywall and been lost forever, to create mold and just be a general health hazard. But now his fun was over, and was just as well, as the fa'e had run out of ice and was eyeing the glass cups. Just as his paw was inching forward sensitive ears detected movement.
And then his name. With little grace he greeted Shai at the door, reaching out a clawed paw-like hand to shake the others. Oh, this was certaintly more then he had been hoping for. Screw bigass wings or fins or tails, this guy was interesting looking as hell. Well, maybe not as hell, he'd seen hell, it was pretty damned internesting. But still, this Shai, would be more than enough entertainment. And his curiosity was swelling as his red-yellow eyes flickered over those shards, wings bristling out behind him. There was no masking of it, Morty was watching those things like a hawk with a s**t eating grin on his face.
Those weren't any normal floating rocks. I mean, for one thing, they were floating. And he could hear them breathing. But one thing at a time, speak, boy! "Yeah, i'm Mortimer. You can call me Morty. Shai, right?" He looked down, clucking his pierced tongue against the roof of his mouth.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:44 pm
Shai accepted the paw with those same wide eyes, grip offering little. "Wings..." He said, marveling with carefully spoken words. "Like Dawnah." Mortimer was certainly an imposing presence, shockingly exotic in his own way.
The metalbound shards dipped slowly, in reverence. Surely all Fa'e were as glorious, and for the first time, Shai felt the faint tug of pride in his circumstance. When he spoke, his eyes were still downcast.
"Yes. I am Shai. Aki said..." He trailed off, accent still thick as he held the wallet up and lifted his eyes with a small, bright smile.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 10:57 pm
Morty gave off a rather dark vibe naturally, sort of casting the gruesome aura from every essence of his being, and that smile was the sort of smile a little boy gave a bug before he tore it's legs off.
Smile faded and he was going to reply, namely to ask who the hell Dawnah was and why he shoul care, and his lips opened to speak when the younger male looked up at him hopefully, offering him the wallet. Oh, this, this was too good. He promptly took the offered piece of leather from the naive little creature. "You know, Shai, I like you more and more. C'mon, take a seat."
Talons clicked on the floor as he drifted back to the table and chairs, offering Shai one by knocking it over with his tail and then motioning to it with two fingers offhandedly while he rifled through the wallet. His attention was taken away from those pretty pretty things as he plunked himself down in his own seat, not even looking up while he spoke. "So what do you want to learn, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:18 am
Teeth. Shai noticed that first, absently leaning back from the larger than life smile. As the wallet was plucked from his hands, Shai swallowed and tried on a smile of his own. Mortimer...liked him? He wasn't shocked, exactly...all was as the Almighty wished, and this he knew. Still, there was something about Morty that made him feel a bit reserved.
""C'mon, take a seat." Not exactly a question. Shai fell into step automatically, despite the discordant shiver of the shards. They harmonized so neatly when Aki spoke...why did the facets refuse Morty's reflection? Though his gaze was still upon the other Fa'e as he sank into the chair, Shai was a bit startled by the rumbling question.
"Learn..." The word was repeated absently, eyes dropping to the wallet. Oh yes, the tutoring! Aki had tucked at least ten twenties into the leather fold, this Shai knew. He'd counted them easily, after Dawna's careful teachings! He glanced back up with a genuine smile, spots of light dancing upon the apples of his cheeks. Finespun hair settled gently back into place upon his brow, and he pondered the question with obvious excitement.
"Anythings! About Muati, about...here?" Shai wasn't thick, but his accent was. His attempt at Mortimer's nickname was laughable, though he didn't mean to be rude.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:30 am
"How about 'us'. The history of the fa'e..." Morty was going to continue with this, to carry on with one topic he could go on for hours about. Not that he really cared much about it anymore, with his death had come a sort of detachment to the group, a lack of caring about the issues he would have once thrown is life away for. It just seemed irrelevant now. His memory was still serving him well, though, so, why did he stop?
Because he had finished shuffling through the wallet and taken taken as much as he wanted then placed it back on the table. Arms folded on the surface, leaning forward with his wings folded as neatly as they could be. And now his attenion was caught on something else. He had tested his newfound strength, discovering how his rather useless ability with speaking to stones had gone, and found that he no longer needed a verbal component. So his yellow and red feline eyes watched the shards, and he spoke.
"What are you?" It was a direct question, spoken in the unclumsy vibe. Before he had needed to clumsily attempt to speak a language with words, but now it was just sending out the message. There was an unusual bond between these hovering objects and the one they were attached to, Morty couldn't feel it out, he could hear them breathe, but was only now paying attention to their words. What would they have to say? Would Shai know they were conversing?
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 6:51 pm
"History, yes! Yes please." Even Shai's enthusiasm was mellow, but he seemed genuinely excited. Settling in as Morty did, the naive young Fa'e was ready for just about anything....aside from the wash of scrutiny that shivered through him like a bell toll.
Shai stared, eyes wide and lips parted, at the predatory Fa'e before him. It was a powerful demand, and the shards strained on their tethers, but no true compulsion blossomed. When Mortimer's question was answered, no words chimed. Without fear, the harmony of the shattered Tzohar united and revealed itself for a single slow moment...an image of light so pure it was surely divine. Just a breath of light from the First Day, still awesome in its fading glory. Inscribed across the concept was an indelible command, surging with incandescent purpose.
Serve the righteous.
His eyes were still wide, hands tight upon the arms of the chair. Shai and the Tzohar were one, though divided in perception. After the reflexive flash from the shards, Shai himself suddenly found the will to respond...and flooded the crystalline facets of his memories with images of rain sharpened peaks, tossing seas and slick crumbling cliffs. These things he had seen, but it was this place he needed to know. Shai's path had taken him here, and it was this path that would take him home.
Home. The faintest memory of One-ness, of a return to that celestial embrace filled him, and washed back to Mortimer secondhand.
"Muati, what...?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 11:43 pm
The rather robust pupils seemed to snap into nothing, and where they shrunk it left red. They shrunk into tiny slits, just lines grazing the iris, the light was overpowering.
Perhaps it was because he wasn't used to this, nor had he ever seen anything like this in his entire life. Not even the radiant light of angels was comparable, this was, this was speaking. And he didn't like or approve of what it said. One paw raised itself to his face, rubbing his fingertips quickly over his eyelids, rubbing them till he regained his senses. Serve the righteous? Mortimer was trying to understand this, trying to listen with the utmost clarity he could.
And he did. A smile wasn't present, but he was practically purring in contentment with himself. Oh, this was ******** awesome. "What?" Attention returned momentarily to Shai, rubbing his eyes once more as though he were tired. The lesson was completely forgotten, he'd tell him later. Bloodshot eyes never left the shards as he spoke to them.
"Where's home? What is your home?" This was odd, when he spoke and listened to the stones, it was as though he was speaking to both of them, but it wasn't entirely like that... there was some odd seperation. "What are you called, and can the fa'e understand us?" Curiosity was too overwhelming. He couldn't help it. Never before had he experienced a stone like this, and the rock that was more sentient then others, he could only recall one such thing from his past... And it was because of this he found himself engrossed in the 'conversation."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 11:35 am
Home. Shai lowered his head, glassbright hair shading his smile. That was a question that was easy to answer. The shards spun silently upon their tethers, and an echo of that same Unity rippled through him. Home. Warmth. Grace. Heaven.
He didn't know the common word for it, he realized, but the concept itself was utterly universal. It was the duality of Morty's insistence that confused him. Shai was one, shards and all...though the true power of the Tzohar was vast and latent. His shattered memories held no images of a mortal body, though. The form of a man had been a final blessing, in his mind...allowing him to walk the path he'd only watched others walk before.
Some of those memories surfaced, glazed and faceted. Good men, and weak men...stones and blood and light and prayer. "Please..." Shai quelled the crystalline flashes from his past, trying to focus on present. For a moment, he wished more than questions could be pushed upon him so easily. All the things he wished to know were just a thought away. When he met Mortimer's eyes again, hope shone clearly.
"Please. Show me."
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 1:47 am
Shai's eyes met his and it was just too much. He tore his yellow and red gaze away, pressing his fingers to the crease between his eyebrows formed by a thoughtful scowl.
This was some ******** up s**t. Sure, the fa'e as a rule were ******** up. But this was a whole new level of messed-up-ness. And he had just returned from the grave, so for him to declare something strange, it had to be truely out of this world. And Shai was out of this world, wasn't he? His home was heaven?
Seriously. What the s**t. A sudden wave of apathy washed over the youth, leaning back in his chair and letting his head roll back so that the orange mane fell hapzardly. A slight groan as a headache came on full force.
"Sorry, Kid. Gotta call it quits, previous engagements or something." A balant lie, not looking back to the younger fa'e. An obvious lie as well, of course he didn't have anything to do, he had this meeting, why would he plan something else? Didn't bother coming up with a more elaborate scheme. This was too much effort, trying to figure everything out. He had too many problems of his own to bother with unlocking this puzzle. Why had he even started talking to those hovering rocks?
The intolerate essense of light. That's what he smelled like. And Mortimer was all too happy to stand up swiftly, wings dragging on the floor behind him as his shoulders drooped. Tired. Still not looking back, but calling out before he exited the building. it was too god damned bright in here. "I'll call you." And with that and a shuffle of feathers and talons, the great mess of pumpkin hair attached to his tail was the last sign of him. Other than the light trail of black oil and ooze the tailtip left behind, that was.
Fin
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