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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:31 pm
-Plot/Background-
This storyline centers around a particular city-state on a alternate, but somewhat parallel course of reality located in the area of the Northern Hemisphere that we call Europe. It consists of a vast and sprawling city, separated from its political neighbors by expansive countryside and a thick ring of forest encircling this small, but formidable country.
For, you see, in this line of cosmic existence there are more than just humans walking the Earth. Here, all the monsters and fanciful creatures of legend reside, each trying to secure his own niche in the world. For centuries, war raged between the various races and ultimately it fell to the humans, by virtue of their overwhelming population but physical and magical inferiority to the other races, to find a solution. Hundreds of years of war had solved nothing and so a diplomatic convention was arranged, whereat the leaders of each race would decide the fate of their people.
Eventually, the consensus was made that, for the safety of humankind and the mutual well-being of the other races, a large segment of land would be set aside, isolated from the human world around it, wherein the various parahuman peoples could live in harmony. This decision was made because of the relatively good relations between the non-humans, and the startling depletion of their ranks thanks to years of bloodshed. It was the best decision available and, despite the discontented grumbling of various parties, each leader came to a unanimous agreement.
This was several hundred years ago and times have changed. Despite centuries of isolatory legislation and the grudging harmony between the races, the population of this city-state, known as Haven, has swelled to the point that many daring individuals of various races have begun to forge their way out of Haven and into the world of humans. Some do well, others do not. Many parahumans remain at home in their city, continuing their existence in a society and culture that sprang from the ideologies and needs of the coexisting peoples.
~~~ You are a denizen of this country. You have entered into a time where you are free to forge your own destiny. Choose wisely, for whatever your course, there are sure to be unforeseen obstacles.
What's your story?
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:32 pm
-Races-
So, in case you haven't figured it out, you are free to be a member of just about any race (including human if you so wish). A list of possible races to choose from would include:
Werewolves Vampires Fae Elves (I will stipulate that I mean "Tolkien" Elves rather than "Santa's Helpers" Elves) etc.
Basically, whoever and whatever you want. If you come up with an idea for a more creative species that is not typically used or heard of, please talk to me about it and we'll see if it will work. ^.^
I will stipulate that deamons and angels and the like are not accepted. Only things that could have evolved naturally.
Supplemental Information*
In order to keep a certain degree of regularity, I'd like to give a set list of guidelines for the various races.
Werewolves
1. Werewolves have two forms: wolf, and human.
2. In wolf form, werewolves are nothing more than abnormally over-sized wolves
3. Only juvenile (age 13-16) werewolves are strictly bound to change at the full moon. All werewolves feel the urge to change but after 17 years old, most are able to suppress the instinct unless under strenuous circumstances (i.e. extreme: stress, rage, or illness)
4. Werewolves are able to change at will once they become 20
5. Changing from one form to another is exceedingly painful and usually leaves the werewolf in a sour mood for a minute or two.
6. Werewolves are able to heal at twice the normal rate of a human when in human form and when they are suffering from extreme or numerous wounds, werewolves will often change into their wolf form to speed up the healing to three times the normal rate of a human.
7. Werewolf blood is toxic to vampires. Small amounts are not lethal but large amounts are.
8. Vampire venom is toxic to werewolves. The venom acts much like a very powerful acid, burning away flesh and slowing down a werewolf's natural healing abilities. Much like werewolf blood to vampires, small amounts are not lethal but large amounts are.
9. The only exception to rules 7 and 8 occur when a vampire is born of sorcery rather than having been bitten directly. Under this circumstance, werewolf blood has no effect on the vampire and likewise; the venom has no effect on the werewolf. This is an exceedingly rare occurrence though as the only vampires born of sorcery are the ancients and very few of those still exist.
10. Werewolves do have an external allergic reaction to silver in its purest form but for the most part they can come in contact with silver as long as it doesn't enter their bloodstream via an open wound or something of the like.
11. Werewolf blood is the only known antidote to vampire venom in humans but must be administered within minutes of the actual bite.
Vampires
1. Vampires are able to go out into the sunlight but this slows down their super-human powers and the light gives their eyes intense pain. For this reason many vampires stay inside during the day but when they do venture outside they were polarized sunglasses.
2. Vampires cannot feed from dead humans. Once the human dies, the blood becomes very toxic and often times lethal.
3. Vampires cannot be killed by a stake through the heart. There are only four sure-fire ways to kill a vampire: if they drink large quantities of either werewolf blood or blood collected from a dead human, if they are torn to pieces by a vampire and then burned, or if they are torn to pieces by a pack of werewolves and then burned.
4. While vampires can go near garlic they do have a strong aversion to it. The smell and or taste makes them very nauseous.
5. Excluding the rule about vampires not being able to inject the blood of a dead human without lethal consequences, there are several other rules in regards to vampiric diet. The blood of any cold-blooded animal; i.e. fish, reptiles, and insects; results in what amounts to severe food poisoning.
6. Vampires cannot fly but they can flit. Flitting amounts to running very quickly over long distances.
7. Vampires have no innate aversion to religious symbols unless created via sorcery, which as stated above, is quite rare. The average vampire is not affected and some are even quite religious.
8. Vampires are unable to enter thresholds without permission, but this permission does not always have to be spoken word. For instance a sign reading "Open: Please Enter" as most vampire friendly shops would read is a suitable invitation. However, an invitation can be revoked, i.e a shopkeeper says "Get out and don't come back!", and in that case the vampire in question would have to obtain a new invitation in spoken word to be allowed back in.
9. Vampires are not "dead", they have a transferable condition that causes their body to not produce new blood (resulting in the need to drink blood to replenish their stores), makes them sterile (making it impossible to reproduce sexually), but also amps up their natural physical abilities to far above the human standard. It does however stop their heart and body from running on the usual electrical impulses, running instead on an unknown energy that has eluded human and non-human scientists alike. This results in a lowered body temperature, which is cool to the touch.
10. Much like the urge to change with werewolves, the urge to feed among vampires is irresistible to a newly turned vampire but can be over come with time and experience. The duration of time it takes to over come this urge and how long it can be held at bay is dependent upon the individual vampire.
11. A vampire can only be created by the transference of a vampire's venom into a human's system. Vampire's have voluntary control over this venom's release, allowing them to selectively turn. Vampire venom's only known antidote is a large quantity of werewolf blood in the five to ten minutes after the venom has been injected. After that time, the change is irreversible. Vampire venom has no effect on non-humans (with the exception of werewolves). Vampires are no longer created via sorcery because that magic was destroyed many thousand years ago.
*Please note that rules are going to be added as various specifications are brought to my attention.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:33 pm
-Rules-
For all intents and purposes, let's consider me to be god. What I say goes. I am free in my omnipotence to alter the following rules at anytime and will not hesitate to unleash my almighty wrath on the persons who choose to deviate from those rules. evil
That being said, I really don't want to have to do that. wink So please use your common sense and better judgment to govern yourselves so that I don't have to get all mean and nasty.
1) Absolutely NO Godmodding. There is nothing that gets on my last nerve quite like that. Seriously, it makes you no fun to rp with and will only end badly for you. Don't do it. 2) I really shouldn't have to say this but, obey the Gaia ToS. When you made your account, to swore to obey those rules in order to make sure that Gaia is and will continue to be a fun and safe place for everyone. 3) PM all profiles to me with the subject "Haven". Yeah, I know that it's not terribly original, but at least it's not confusing. 4) This falls under rule 2, but please, no cybering. No one wants to see it. I can't control what you do outside of this thread, but I would encourage you to either not do it, or take it outside Gaia. 5) As I said before, my word is law. I retain the right to amend any rule at any time. For the sake of fairness, I will send a message to all the people who participate in this thread in that event, notifying you of the change. Don't make me have to repeat myself. 6) All posts must be written in third person point of view. 7) All non-character posts must be written in OOC format. Use: ((text)), {{text}}, or [[text]].
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:37 pm
-Profiles-
Profile Skeleton:
Name: Race: Appearance: {a picture is preferred} Age: Gender: Orientation: History: {a brief biography} Occupation: Interests: Dislikes: Fears: Goals: Extra: {If there's anything else you want to add, put it here} Author: [b]{your username goes here}[/b]
-Accepted Profiles-
-Werewolves-
Name: Tala Mingan Race: Werewolf Appearance:  Age: 25 Gender: Female Orientation: Bi History: Tala comes from noble blood, her parents being kin to The Alpha who rules over the rest of her kind. As such, Tala was brought up in a world of strict discipline and diplomacy. Tala's parents had her privately schooled by an elf, and she was rarely allowed to interact with the general public. Her only companions were her tutor and the other children of the court. When Tala came of age, she defiantly struck out on her own, openly rebelling against her suppressive family and their wishes. She broke off her arranged marriage to another noble wolf, and set out to make her own way in Haven. This deviation was eventually accepted by The Alpha and Tala was granted the ability to do as she wished. Occupation: Tala has put her diplomatic upbringing to good use by becoming a private investigator/bounty hunter and for-hire liaison between various races or groups. Interests: Coffee, a good case, working out, eating, reading, outsmarting her quarry Dislikes: Wise-guys, being low on cash, not having a case, when the law gets in her way Fears: Needles, spiders Goals: To make a decent living, to be happy, to be able to do whatever she wants Extra: Tala currently lives in a rented flat above a coffee shop. Author: Lord Azar
-Vampires-
Name: Salevictor Rome Race: Vampire Appearance:
Age: Appears to be in mid-twenties. Gender: Male Orientation: Bisexual History: Although he surely does not care for law or government, Rome surely benefits from the Haven society, even as he steals their shoes out from under them. A vagabond with no known family, he simply takes what he needs--even when that includes the lives of others. Occupation: None Interests: Humans, werewolves--anything but other vampires. Dislikes: Other vampires. Sunlight. Fears: Though he would never admit it, Rome is deathly afraid of cats. This is a phobia of his. Goals: Take as much as possible, never be caught. Extra: Rome enjoys a good game; being amused. He would much rather watch others than talk to them himself, however. Author: zfatal
-Fae-
Name: Aminta Kennocha Race: Fae Appearance: Age: 23 Gender: Female Orientation: Unsure. She assumes she’s straight. History: Aminta doesn't like causing trouble, and so she remained in the background through most of her childhood, allowing her three siblings to take the starring roles in their family life. However, by the time she was in her late teens the pull of curiosity was so strong that she left Haven to find out a little bit about the world beyond her home. She really didn't consider it running away, and was confused when her parents came after her. That little interlude left her curiosity unsatisfied, and despite her parents' best efforts to impress the danger of the outside world on her, she's beginning to consider leaving again. In the meantime, she continues to look after her siblings just as she’s always done. Occupation: Aminta has a better head for finance than she would let on, and she’s currently managing her family’s business – which runs more to sewing and tailoring than anything else. Her hobby is sculpture, and it’s turned into a profitable sideline. Interests: Music (turned up as loud as possible, naturally), learning about other cultures and races, her sculpting, gardening, and occasionally dancing. Dislikes: Arguments, not having any spare time, being considered a child, being called a painter, and having trouble with the finances. Fears: Being alone forever, drowning, and getting lost. Goals: She wants to learn about the world outside Haven, to see her family happy, and to make a life of her own out of the family shadow. Extra: She’s getting ready to move out of the family home. Author: SilentShadowDreamer
-Elves-
Name: Aerido Thessliongarde Race: Elf Appearance:
 Age: Forty-six Gender: Male Orientation: Heterosexual History: Aerido is one of two children in the impressive House Thessliongarde lineage. Being the older of the two, Aerido has been established as the heir, while his sister, Feore, is free is to determine her own destiny. Dignified and established, as his position dictates, Aerido attempts to be fair in all things. His judgement is often put to test by his father. Occupation: This elf is not permitted to work by his family. Instead, he has and still is the subject of extensive education regarding any topic under the sun. Interests: Aerido is interested in the fine sport of archery, although he expresses a distaste in the killing of creatures for sport. He is also very concerned for the welfare of his rather more flamboyant sister--unfortunately, it seems as if his concerns were justified. Dislikes: Although one might think differently, Aerido is not very adverse to his given position in the family hierarchy. He is not rebellious or disagreeable to his circumstances--he treats his place as a duty, and fulfills that. Aerido is not fond of humans, for he has studied much of them and finds the human history distasteful. Fears: He fears for his sister's well-being. He is always afraid he might not meet the standard set by his family. Aerido is confident and collected, and is fairly certain that he can actively respond to any physical malady the world may throw at him. However, reading up on dangerous subjects grants no experience in the ways of survival. Goals: Aerido seeks to find and bring his sister's murderer to justice. He is even willing to abandon his position and good standing with his family to do so. Extra: Aerido is personally very wealthy. He is knowledgeable about a great many things. He may inadvertently come across as snobbish at times, though he tries to prevent this. Unlike his sister, he does not believe in the inherent goodness of all things. Author: zfatal
Name: Evelyn Marie Exudes Race: Elf Appearance:
Age: Appears to be in her late twenties. Gender: Female Orientation: Straight History: In the course of her lifetime Evelyn has learned three major things about life and the way she lives it. The first is that finding a job is not nearly as hard as it seems, just as she found her calling in the teaching of those less knowledgeable, but still able to learn. The second is that no matter how much you yell, the person you're yelling at will almost always attempt to dissuade your yelling for passion and you will end up with either a bruise or an empty wallet. The third, and final, is that those of wealth tend to spread their wealth farther when allowed. These three things have led her to one lifetime goal. Teach the Elite, so that they may pay her. She leads a comfortable life, not reliant on her pay, and dabbles in literature arts and meeting up with past students. Her favorites always seem to favor her as well. Occupation: Private Tutor Interests: The Education of the Elite, Books, History, Fine Cuisine, and Inventions. Dislikes: Small Spaces, Students who refuse to Learn, Plagiarism, and Rodents. Fears: Great Heights and the Loneliness of City Streets at Night. Goals: To pass on her knowledge to all who will accept it. Extra: She is not strict, but nor is she overly indulgent. Author: The Eternaly Damned
-Other-
-Humans-
Name: Kenby Sulu Race: Human Appearance:  Age: 24 Gender: Male Orientation: Straight History: Ken’s entire life has revolved around dance for as long as he can remember – his family moved to Northern Europe when he was barely three for the sake of dance, since his mother was a professional dancer until she was in a car accident that ended her career. She immediately turned her training to use to teach her son all that she knew, and from age five he began lessons. Now, nineteen years later, he’s happy with his career and he knows he’s lucky. However, he still has his hobbies, and his childhood dreams of vampires and the fae have become a deep interest in paranormal races. Occupation: Ken’s put his training to use, and at last he’s joined a traveling dance troupe. As the youngest member, he’s got a lot to prove. Interests: Music, dance performances, traveling, computers, cooking and paranormal species. Dislikes: Bad food, last-minute routine changes, divas, mockery, questioning of his sexual orientation just because he’s a dancer and people not showing up for rehearsals. Fears: Bees, getting hurt so he can never dance again, and being fired. Goals: Ken wants to be one of the best, and he’s willing to train until he gets what he wants. His other, more secret, goal is to find out everything he can about the paranormal races, and maybe even meet one of them one day. Extra: N/A Author: SilentShadowDreamer
-NPCs-
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:38 pm
-World News-
I will periodically post a new event happening either in Haven or the outside world. Sometimes this will simply be an interesting topic for water-cooler conversations. Others, events will change the course of everyone's lives. I will send out a PM letting you know that something has changed.
Stay posted! ^.^
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 8:44 pm
ANNOUNCEMENTS
7/12/09 This is where I will post all non story related announcements. Please glance at this post before you begin writing, just to make sure that you're up to date on everything.
That is all.
7/12/09 This thread is now accepting profiles. I will wait to open until I feel like there is a sufficient number of characters to make this worthwhile. Thank you.
That is all.
7/24/09 I now declare this thread to be open! Thank you.
That is all.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 10:20 pm
 Tala Mingan There are only two things that matter in this world... Tala awoke to the usual sounds of traffic and muddled conversations that greeted her each day. She'd just finished a job a day or so before involving a particularly nasty Fae named Alex, a boxcar of stolen Human contraband, and a very irate gnome. The details are confusing and complicated, so we'll dimply say that after three weeks of minimal sleep, 15 packs of smokes, four times Tala's body weight in coffee, a bruised jaw, and a fractured rib, Tala Mingan was not a particularly sunny person, but she was, for the moment, particularly wealthy.
Tala blearily pulled herself out of bed and, grabbing her robe, walked to the window to close it in hopes of muffling the pervading city soundscape. Wrapped in a sheath of opalescent elven silk (a gift from a previous client) she made her way across her flat. Along the way, she deftly tapped a button on her coffee maker which elicited a peppy electronic "Beep!" and began the heartwarming sounds of a fresh pot on to brew. The window closed with a dull thud and Tala sighed, her ears finding respite from the sounds of a thousand early-morning commuters. Again, she passed the coffee machine, who was buzzy whirring and clicking away happily, as she made her way to get dressed for the day.
Despite the miraculous healing abilities that were a trademark of her kind, Tala's rib and jaw still felt sore from her last ordeal, shadowy reprimands from her body. If it were up to her, Tala would still be asleep, but no, she was a busy girl. She was supposed to meet her next client downstairs in an hour or so to gather information about the job. True, she hadn't accepted yet, but there was hardly anything she'd had thrown at her that she didn't feel up to handling.
A pair of broken in jeans, a simple black tank top, a pair of black fingerless gloves, a sturdy leather belt, a combat knife, a onyx pistol (another gift from a grateful client), a pair of clean socks, and a pair of standard werewolf issue regimental combat boots completed her ensemble.
The smell of rich black coffee wafted through the air as the little coffee maker made a final self-contented "Ping!" announcing that her morning caffeine fix was hot and ready for ingestion. ... The most important is coffee.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:02 pm
Aminta Kennocha Living life…  Aminta closed her eyes tightly against the beams of watery sunlight that were somehow getting through the ragged cover of her curtains. She sat up wearily, letting out a long, irritable sigh. Staying up until three in the morning rhapsodizing over a new sketch had been a bad idea. But she'd known that when she'd done it. Cursing her idiocy now was certainly not going to help her get through the day. She looked up miserably at the curtains, noting the holes she could put her fist through. It was ironic, really, how little of her own mending ever got done when she lived two doors away from her family's sewing shop. But then, her job was the finances and the siblings, not the sewing itself. The finances. A muttered curse escaped her lips as she thought of the mess she'd left them in last night. She'd meant to go back and clean up, she really had - and maybe get some more work done while she'd been at it. But in the middle of neatening papers, a brilliant idea had shot into her head, and she'd gone racing upstairs to the attic storeroom she'd converted into her studio. She'd spent three hours sketching, and had collapsed into the cot she'd set in the corner many months ago. All she could think now was that it better have been worth it. She got up and walked across to her board to take a look, and a soft, ecstatic sigh escaped her. Perfect. Just perfect. It was no prettied-up piece of work - in fact, it resembled nothing so much as a monster out of her own eerie nightmares at the moment. It was nothing she would ever want in her own living room. But it was good work. It was really good work. After two years of doing sculpture as a paid sideline, Aminta knew good work from garbage. She'd done her share of garbage. This was not it. This was nightmare-inducement at its finest. It was menacing, cold, and oddly horrifying; perhaps not what she'd dreamed of making when she'd first started playing with clay, metal and wood, but it was what had made her name. Stroking her fingers reverently over the sketch, she smiled. It was going to be some of the best work she'd ever done, if the final work delivered even half of what the sketch promised. And that, in itself, was promise enough for her. Turning away from it at last, she went across the room to get her apron and choose a starting material. Perhaps bronze - no. Bronze was too warm for what she had in mind. Tin, she decided. Tin, black and worked until it was smooth as glass. That was what she was looking for. The finances would simply have to wait, as would letting her family know where she was. For today, at least, she was on an artistic mission, and if anything got in her way, this could be ruined. …through nightmares and dreamscapes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 11:55 pm
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Exactly three clouds could be seen overhead, in an otherwise perfect, all-encompassing sky. Looking directly up, only the fronds of a potted palm--well away from its natural habitat--hindered Rome's view. An innate sixth sense told the vampire that he was surrounded, dwarfed, by buildings. The oppressive, enclosed feeling caused him to nearly scowl in distaste. Through his boots, the solid cobble streets below gave a grounded sensation, so a vague memory of a deep crag, long since vacated, rose to the front of mind. The dawn would end and the sun would rise further, soon. Not many souls were about at this fine hour. The night chill lingered still, though, and formed cold, condensing spheres of dew that ran down icy, flawless white skin. It was only at dusk and dawn that the vampire appeared as marble white, however. In the darkness, his body seemed gray and powdery. Only in the light of day did he transform into an arctic pale blue, as if one had suffocated him to death many long years ago. His eyes shone a vibrant red at all times, framed by colorless, fine white hair. When extended, the fangs possessed the same look. All of this was complemented by the dark, dark blue--commonly mistaken as black--trench coat that Rome wore. Often, he let it open to reveal his bare chest. This particular vampire was fond of auto-erotica... he thought himself the sexiest thing in existence. The vampire, was vain. It is time for my final act of the night, Rome thought. With a powerful stride and a peerless grace to match, the vampire followed a particularly beautiful elf. She walked the streets alone--Rome found her trusting, and naive. Perhaps she should be taught of her errors, he reasoned. So, with one anticipatory grin, his pace increased. "What they don't know can't hurt them. I'll just have to find some other way."
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 10:17 am
Kenby Sulu…  Kenby sat in the middle of the dance floor, frowning studiously down at a sheet of paper. He was nearly positive that last night, the routine had been three steps left, leap, two steps right and pirouette, and then... Well, it didn't matter now, but this wasn't what it had been. The performance was in four days! What was the director thinking, changing everything so close to time? It really did feel like the woman expected her performers to be machines sometimes. Kenby tried not to resent it or her, but today, he was failing. He loved his work, but sometimes he wished he could practice it with others who he knew loved it as he did. He got up, looking around their rented space. It was a problem with being a traveling troupe - they had nowhere to practice unless they paid over truly exorbitant amounts to use someone's gym or basement or garage. This particular garage at least was open and airy, with a fair amount of light. But until the others came and it was worth actually cleaning up, he would have to watch out for oil on the floor and the like. The last thing he needed was to twist an ankle four days before a performance. His partner would skin him. And she'd be well within her rights, too - if he couldn't perform, that meant she couldn't perform. On the other hand, he needed the extra practicing time to commit this new routine to his body memory. He couldn't afford to let up on it even a little bit; as the youngest, he knew the director was watching him like a hawk for the slightest excuse to claim he wasn't putting in the effort. Kenby had a sneaking suspicion that she liked him as little as he liked her. So he examined the paper one last time. Then, carefully, he taped it to the wall, so he could consult it if he wasn't sure of the next step. The others probably wouldn't be up for another half-hour or so, since none of them knew that there was a new routine to learn in four days. His habit of getting up early to practice alone for a bit was the only reason he knew. He tugged idly on his shirt - it was getting too short, he realized. He'd have to find a new practice outfit, and wouldn't the director scream when she found out he needed to have his costume adjusted again. Maybe he ought to learn to sew. He felt bad always going in to the costume girls and asking them if they could possibly let it down for him. Mostly because if it had to be let down twice more, it wouldn't have a hem anymore, and then he'd have to get them to make a whole new costume. At twenty-four, this should no longer have been an issue. With a brief shake of his head and a last consult of the paper, he took to the right of the garage - his stage right, where he would be entering when they set up their open-air stage - and prepared to rehearse the new routine. He scanned the garage floor quickly one last time. His horror of oil spills and unseen nails was fair enough; the floor was concrete, and he was barefoot. But he saw nothing. Satisfied that he probably wouldn't end up hurting himself, Kenby began to hum along to a four-beat song in his head. Slowly at first - his warm-up had been interrupted by his shocked realization about the routines - he began to move through the steps. …artiste extraordinaire! In training, that is.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 11:24 am
 Tala Mingan There are only two things that matter in this world... Tala walked downstairs for her morning meeting, exiting the stairs through a door that let her into the back of the coffee shop above which she lived. As she made her way towards the main of the shop, weaving around crates and various machinery, she heard a thud and a startled cry coming from the secondary storage room. Tala adjusted her course to investigate the source of the noise.
Poking her head around the doorway, Tala saw a tiny brown skinned Fae, dressed in a off-white coffee stained linen apron, rubbing what would likely develop into a sizable goose egg. Tala laughed, startling the little green haired man, "I should have known it was you Oberon. What've you done to yourself now?" "I was trying to get a sack off the top shelf, but as I was pulling it down, one of the coffee mugs fell and hit me on the head." Oberon snapped back, irritated by both the throbbing knot growing on his skull and the fact that he had miscalculated the weight of the sack of beans he was trying to get. "Now," Oberon continued, "why don't you make yourself useful and lug that thing," he indicated the large canvas bag of coffee beans, "up to the front of the shop." At which point he stalked away, still rubbing at his sore scalp.
Tala laughed again, scooping up the bag and hoisting it onto her shoulder. It was no wonder that Oberon had trouble retrieving it, it had some mild heft even to Tala's werewolf muscles. It had to be at least seven times her old friend's body weight.
She strode after Oberon, and deposited the bag with a thump onto the counter he indicated. There were already several of the usual morning patrons seated about the shop, reading the newspapers, sipping their coffee, a few eating some of the food Oberon also served here. One thing that Tala had to give to her friend's credit was that he was an excellent cook.
"So what's the chef's special for breakfast today?" She asked, knowing that Oberon's mood would lighten now that the discussion was about food. "Oh!" He responded, his injury quickly forgotten, "You'll like it. Here, you go sit down and I'll bring it over to you. I want you to be surprised." And with that, the little Fae went busily to work, flitting about behind the serving counter.
Tala wandered over to her usual booth, waving politely to the patrons who recognized her as she went. Finally, she sat down on the brick red cushions to await breakfast and then her client. ... The most important is coffee.
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Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2009 2:49 pm
 House Thessliongarde
~Aerido~ | | |Into this coffee shop came an elf. Tall, lean, and most likely well-muscled under the old-fashioned, dark brown cloak he hooded his hair with, Aerido gave his surroundings a preliminary inspecting glance. His face was creamy white, with delicate features and golden eyebrows, and blue eyes. With one slender hand, he held his cloak closed, keeping his body hidden from view. The elf finished his precursory sweep, and then inhaled deeply through his nose, before walking further inside.
Although it was just a simple coffee shop, Aerido treated it as if he were covertly meeting some criminal to arrange a murder himself. The particular circumstances of his family prevented him from wandering freely, or interacting with 'lesser creatures.' Be this as it may, the elf felt that what he was doing was necessary, even if his own participation in it be required to remain a secret.
Eventually, Aerido laid eyes on Tala. With another glance around, he tried to walk inconspicuously (and probably laughably, considering this was a coffee shop) to her. Everything about House Thessliongarde emanated "old-fashioned."
Hoping he had not mistaken the person he was attempting to meet, the elf swallowed nervously before quietly asking, "Tala Mingan?"
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