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 Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:13 pm
  This is a private RP between Ishtar [Faylun] and Ah-Ra[likeLinen].Setting:Backstage of the circus "Hwahana Nirvana's" main performance tent, a lesson on how to fire-dance is taking place. Suddenly, both words and fists start to...combust?
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 5:57 pm
The dark, dimly lit backstage area was quite, save for soft breathing that seemed to huff in and out, slowly, yet very noticeably. As she slipped into the room, Ishtar squinted at the tables and furniture around her. Where was it? Walking towards a long, velvet-colored chair, Ishtar's bare feet made no noise on the aged Persian rug on the floor. Her clothes, however, clinked and chimed with each movement.
What on earth was she doing here, at the place that she had been so disgracefully tossed out of just a few days back?
Ishtar wasn't quite sure of her judgement, coming back here. Hell, she wasn't even sure of her sanity anymore. If even one little trapeze artist saw her skulking around backstage...who knows what might happen? The other performers might get the wrong idea that she---their ex-star--- wanted to be back in the show, wanted to be a part of their caravan again.
Nothing was further from the truth.
Placing a hand across her rouged mouth to stifle a yawn, Ishtar saw a shadow flicker across the floor. Ducking her head behind the table that was just tall enough to hide her, she saw a pair of sequined slippers, shimmering with rich embroidery, step into view.
Ohhhh, how Ishtar regretted the drink she had taken a few days back, the final sip of wine that had cost her this job. If she hadn't made that mistake, she could have been the one wearing those shoes. Staring a bit sadly at her own bare feet, the nails a soft ivory color, Ishtar promised herself that she wouldn't fall to temptation again. For now, though, she needed to focus on her mission.
Yes, she, Ishtar, was going to take back her fire-dancing torches from the circus's clutches. And, hopefully, she wouldn't lose her dignity in the process.
A flutter of sparks in the corner of her eye caught Ishtar's attention. Still crouched behind the table, she saw a young girl clad in a modest russet-red dress holding a torch. More importantly, Ishtar's torch. The girl had obviously decided that the stick was merely a tool for lighting up the room, as she was waving it back and forth. How was it she didn't now that what she was holding in her hands was an exquisite talisman, capable of captivating thousands of eyes? The room was getting brighter now, and Ishtar knew that if she didn't come out of her hiding place sooner or later, she was going to be discovered anyways.
Standing slowly up, Ishtar crept up towards the girl, whose emerald-green hair was caught up into two elegantly twisted buns. Pretty hair, thought Ishtar, but not quite as pretty as mine. Smiling a bit with anticipation, Ishtar let her shadow fall over the girl. Looming behind her, as the difference in their heights was quite extreme, Ishtar let a few words escape from her lips.
"Aren't you afraid that the fire will burn you?"
Each word hung in the air with a slow, exotic deliberance. For a second, Ishtar wondered if she had made a mistake. She had caught the girl by surprise, after all. Wouldn't it be funny if...she managed to drop a torch? thought Ishtar, quite confident that the girl wasn't trained to work---or play---with fire. Nobody could master fire the way Ishtar could...right?
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:33 pm
 Hwahana Nirvana. Eternal Blossom Heaven, hmm? They were Lunaria's notorious traveling circus, recognized for their talented dancers who were able to skillfully maintain a combination of sultry and feisty, their acrobatic skills were breathtaking; you get the point. Ah-Ra's relationship with the circus was that of on-and-off acquaintances; it wasn't the first time she'd been here. That being said, merely watching repeated albeit jaw-dropping performances would not quench Ah-Ra's thirst for peril and adrenaline. Her destination had been determined; she'd be going backstage.
Years of practicing sleuthing and slinking around shadows weren't going to be thrown away to deteriorate. Ah-Ra morphed into just another vine-climbing, corner-turning umbra of dusk. Her haven had been reached! Timidly, one tanned hand stretched out for the gilded knob, half-expecting a dead end due to locking out trespassers such as herself. To her jubilation, it turned without any trouble. Beaming with sheer giddiness, Ah-Ra practically hopped it, although retaining her ninja-status. Although the fading sunset attempted to illuminate the room, it would not suffice. She grabbed the nearest torch, which had a unique home of it's own; but it was just a torch. It immediately furnished the scenery with light. Just as Ah-Ra was about to hold her own confidential fashion show; this season's newest trend was about to become circus attire. An alluring but striking voice interrupted Ah-Ra's imagination.
"Aren't you afraid that fire will burn you?" the voice inquired. Ah-Ra immediately spun around, practically dropping the torch in the process. Due to her tense nerves and the bewilderment of being sent to Lunarian jail, (could it be considered breaking and entering?) wait her lithe arms and legs transform into a jello of sort. In the process of re-gripping the fiery, buring torch, Ah-Ra must've tossed it between both hands a dozen times before regaining her balance. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on the stage known as a forehead. Coughing to assure that she had achieved composure, Ah-Ra grinned. The girl standing before her was pulchritudinous, for a moment, the Korean envied the female's grace. Her hair fell in magenta beach waves, paired with rose-tinted irises. She had all the right curves in the perfect places, and with a bosom to support it.
Smiling once more, she replied with a cool yet amiable tone, "I think the fire should be intimidated of me! I'm Ah-Ra Hwang, and you?" she stuck out the hand that wasn't gripping the torch. It was a nice gesture that would symbolize a new relationship.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 4:56 pm
Ishtar raised an eyebrow, a bit disdainful of the newcomer. She seemed so naive...didn't she know there was danger at this time of day, in this area of the streets?
And touching Ishtar's things wasn't something that would endear her to Ishtar either.
Smiling, Ishtar's expression didn't reach her eyes. Reaching out to the girl, she grabbed the fire torch out of the girl's grasp instead of shaking her hand as expected.
Inwardly, Ishtar was taken aback by how she was treating this girl. But then again, after what had happened these past few days, she had learned not to treat the world so nicely. After all...she wasn't going to show weakness now, of all times.
For Lunaria's sake, didn't this girl know that they were in the middle of a war?
"I'm Mi---Ishtar. You can call me Ishtar." For a split second Ishtar almost used her old name, for reasons unknown. She realized that underneath a childish, warm exterior, this girl could be dangerous.
"...and fire will never be intimidated of you, darling. It may seem like it's your friend, but then at the last moment it may reach out it's many arms and singe your pretty hair." murmured Ishtar, her eyes hooded.
Indeed, the girl did have rather pretty hair, adorned with the latest fashionable hair accessories. Ishtar envied the girl's style, particularly the way she managed the twist of those two elegant buns.
Ish had once tried to put her hair up before a show---Jae had warned her that with her loose tresses were a liability. After all, it was simply tempting fate with long hair and close flames.
She had spent hours in front of the mirror, trying to put her hair up into a bun...and it was after several useless tries that she realized that she would never be able to afford all the hairpins and hairclips that would maintain that updo.
Now, looking closely at the twists of hair framing the girl---Ah-Ra, was it?---'s face, Ishtar realized that she must have her own hairdressers. Just your typical rich girl...Ishtar pondered. And why is she...slumming...it tonight? With another surge of envy that was soon becoming familiar, Ishtar smiled again as an idea formulated in her mind.
Fire...was it?
She loved playing jokes, after all. And who better to try out one than on this clueless Noble girl? Ishtar reveled in her newfound personality; somewhat sadistic and world-weary, only the new Ishtar could execute such a trick. This was the beginning of a new era.
"So, little Ah-Ra, I suppose we could train the fire to...listen to you. What about if I teach you how to fire-dance?" Ishtar said, her eyes lighting up.
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