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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:09 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:02 pm
  There is a small note tacked to the door, but it doesn't make sense until you enter the room. It says 'Wash your hands if you want to touch anything.' Inside the room, to the left, there is always a basin of water which is next to a small soap dispenser.
The room is dark. It has only lanterns for light, mostly red ones. To the right, there is a soft bed whose covers are neatly made, and the heavy drapes are pulled aside with a tie, clipped with a moon-shaped holder. In the frame of the bed there are bookshelves and boxes built to slide underneath it. On the left there is a heavy desk with clawed feet wedged into the corner. Its surface is mostly covered with bottles of all shapes and sizes, some uncorked, some empty. There is a small space in the middle, as though a book lays there often. There is nothing there now, however. Underneath the desk there is a small cold box, camouflaged as drawers.
Next to the desk there is a very comfy red chair, soft velvet. Apart from that, the room seems relatively undecorated. Are those ... bunnies, sitting on his bed?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:04 pm
Dovleac appears to be mumbling to himself. He is holding a questionnaire, and sitting in his desk. Is it for new students? In any case, he is reading all the questions aloud, and appears to be refusing to write anything down. So I guess anyone who wants to know him should probably listen well the first time.Who are you?
xxxxxOrpheus Dovleac. I am son of no one, sibling of no one, friend to absolutely everyone and everything. [he seems to have snorted and moved on to the next question, as if he was making fun of himself]
How old are you?
xxxxx17. Wait, am I? I think so.
What are you like?
xxxxxLike the best witching hour you'll ever experience. Spiked drinks? No, music, the kind that pulls you under. Or makes some people cover there ears. You know, that kind. I'm not always easy on the ears.
What are your best traits?
xxxxxHumility, staggering humility. Actually, I guess my music is the only really good trait I have. My voice is good for the kind of rock I like, and anything with strings, I'm game to play it. Apart from that, I guess I'm talkative and friendly. No, no I'm not-- I can be friendly when I feel like it. I'm not always so good.
What are your worse traits?
xxxxxI keep raising my eyebrows involuntarily when someone says something stupid. I know, it's belittling. Can't seem to stop. Tend to be reckless. I like making people afraid, for themselves, for me. Some ex called me an adrenaline junkie.
What are your favourites?
xxxxxFavourite... whats? Uh, alright. Kind of vague. My favourite food is anything with pumpkins, or if that fails, orange things. The night time. I prefer kissing to hugging -He pauses, laughs, and mumbles- I was kind of kidding, but that was so bad I wish I could take it back. Oh wait, no one can hear me. Moving along. How many more questions are there?
What kind of magic do you favour?
xxxxxLanterns, fire, music. The dead dance fabulously.
Who do you respect?
xxxxxThe Reapers, without a doubt. I respect and idolize them. If only you could fuse a rock genius with a Reaper... I'd be in paradise.
What do you fear?
xxxxx Nothing. -He sounds disgusted, and discards the questionnaire; looks like if there are other questions on there, he's not answering them anytime soon-
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:05 pm
Roleplay Logs
Relationships
... Salem: Bandmate, best friend.
... Philemon: Equivalent to a soul mate, loves him intensely and irrevocably.
... Requiem: Acquaintance. Likes.
... Falys: Acquaintance from Academy. Dislikes.
... Shea: Acquaintance. Neutral.
Additional Info
Text Colour: #ED5800; persimmon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:07 pm
Inside the pillowcase, if anyone is to look, there is a large but otherwise slim book with a black leather cover and ridges along the spine. Does Orpheus -sleep- on that? Probably not, as it seems like it would fit in the hole left amidst the bottles. It's likely lying there when he is home. However, alone, there is an air of secrecy, like he doesn't really want anyone to read it. If you open it, I'm sure you'll find out some of his secrets, though...
xxxxxThere's nothing here but his name and a pretty strange pen drawing of a jack-o-lantern-- wait, did he draw hearts all around it? Kind of girly...
PG 2
xxxxxFinally, some writing. It starts out very even and gets bumpy as it goes along. Maybe he should have bought a book with lines in it...
xxxxxI don't know what other witchlings feel in terms of family. I'm going to start off with this, because now that I'm here, it seems like everyone really ... has some kind of background. I don't, not really. I didn't have parents or siblings, but not in a tragic accident way, I just never knew them. What I learned about was how friends can be a family, and how guitar can save a life. That sounds really lame, but it saved mine. It gave me something to work towards. And without family, I didn't know what I could be. The power I could have.
xxxxxNot that I'm very powerful at the moment, ahaha. It's hard being away from home, though. I used to live with a series of older friends. Mostly couples that would take me in for a while. So I got used to these familiar faces. It's hard not having that, here. Although I'm pretty comfortable.
xxxxxBetter switch topics before I get all blurry-eyed. Anyway. Hobbies! I'm not good at a lot of things, to be honest. The last time I even touched a plant it just died instantly. All I seem to be able to grow is squash varieties. Spaghetti squash, melon squash, pumpkin. I can bake, but I can't cook. Not very manly. I'd like to say I make steaks with the best of them, but it's more like a make a mean pumpkin scone. Not gonna let anyone know that's how it goes. Kind of embarrassing.
xxxxxAnything with strings, I can play. That's what I'm best at. If it has strings, then give me a week, two max, and I can play it. Not perfectly, that takes years, but there's just something I understand about it. I'm not very clear on what kind of magic I'm good at yet, but I started dabbling with things via my instruments. It's like having a conversation with a good friend, and while I forget I'm trying to figure out my magic, that's when things happen. Or things with fire. I once played my guitar next to a bonfire, and that was insane. Images appeared out of the flames.
xxxxxI hear someone outside. Gotta hide this.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:13 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:14 pm
The ice box, hidden behind a drawer facade, keeps all of Orpheus' food items. He has very specific tastes, and not everything in there is shareable. It appears to be mostly beverages too, with hardly any desserts.❶  ❷  ❸  ❹  ❺  ❻  ❶ It says something about how it's organic. Organic milk? Wait, there's another milk pack too.❷ This milk pack is not only organic, but a multi-vitamin heath milk.❸ It's just a big bottle of cold spring water.❹ This one must be for special occasions. It's a rose water, and it appears to be more full than the other ones.❺ Nearly empty in warm months, it's a minty cool tea that Orpheus loves.❻ The only dessert, a bright orange flan which is distinctly delicious, as far as Orpheus is concerned. Well, he also loves orange foods...❼ Food.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:17 pm
The desk has a slew of bottles, and most of them are unlabelled. I don't think it would be a good idea to touch anything...
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⑴A cream to prevent sunburn. It's not very strong, so clearly he wouldn't mind a tan... Is it even strong enough to do -anything-?
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:18 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 5:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:08 am
It’s in my blood
xxxxx Not literally. The chaos fragment is in my blood, and mixed in with my tea, but—perhaps if the chaos fragment within the tea is part of me, then music really is, as well. All of my magic revolves around my music. Spells to change temperature, spells to confuse, to calm, to frighten: it is my voice reaching out across the distance to bring me victory. It’s my voice in the violin, in the harp, in the flute.
xxxxxI’m better with music than with words, but I’m great with both. I’m not humble. I can’t afford to be, because I want to become a Reaper one day and it won’t serve anyone if I’m too weak to take a stand. So why should I be afraid? Of what? There’s nothing I’m afraid of. I can’t be.
xxxxxEven if I was, my music would calm those fears, even erase them. I could play someone off a cliff, I could have them dance to the underworld. That is the power of music. There’s one problem: in order to fight, I have to play. In order to play, I have to take my violin out on the battlefield. My hammerspaces make it infinitely simple to keep my instruments with me, but if they break? Or I am unable? I need to train my voice, so that I can still sing my music. Right now the notes fail, or waver, and the magic breaks. I can’t afford to have this glaring weakness.
xxxxxI want to learn new spells, but that will have to wait until I am stronger; for now, I need to train my voice.
xxxxxPlaying music to an audience is unlike anything else. There is a power to my music magic in which instead of taking more energy to manipulate a crowd, it takes less: the more people who believe in my music, the more people I have sharing this vision, the easier it becomes to maintain. It’s surprisingly easy to manipulate a crowd with music. But I don’t do it to be cruel or for ulterior motives. I love music, I create worlds in sounds so I can immerse my listeners. Salem helps, of course; when we play together, we can do anything. That’s how I feel. It’s a friendship I won’t discard easily, but he’s a Majin; I never thought I could tolerate Majin at all, I thought they should all be punished.
xxxxxIt’s not true. I know that, now. Salem showed me that even batshit crazy Majin might not be too terrible. I doubt he’ll go his life without consuming the heart of a witch, however… and on that day, my friend becomes my enemy. There is no choice, there. To take a heart is criminal and unforgiveable.
xxxxxOn the other hand, Philemon has shown me that perhaps Majin can be cured, per se, of their affliction. Their desire to consume hearts. Is it an affliction? I’m not sure that it is, I think that they are no different apart from their cravings. But I can’t really say. I was born Human, and that’s all there was to it. I’m learning to accept Majin for what they are, but the Witch Eaters are still disgusting to me—unforgivable. I can barely tolerate their presence. It’s hard to sit across from one and know what they’ve done, that it can never be taken back. They’re branded for their lifetime.
xxxxxOne day, I’ll bring rest to those who suffer in such a way.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 9:12 am
A Family
xxxxxIt never bothered me that I didn’t have parents. I had families, they took me in, I’d live there for a while and then I’d move on. That was how I was raised. My parents had a lot of friends, and that kept me out of group homes or orphanages. Until I was old enough to go to the Academy, and then I graduated, on my first Grave of Fairies trial. I don’t have to be afraid. I don’t have to worry. Even if I never had one family, I had many.
xxxxx And then Philemon came along. I met him suddenly, and without warning or reason, fell in love with him. It wasn’t at first sight; it was the second he took my arm to walk with me that I realized how I felt. And now, when I had no family before, I am suddenly loved by one individual unquestioningly. He reciprocated my impossible feelings.
xxxxx But I don’t know what to do now. I don’t know what it’s like to be in love, I don’t know what it’s like to try to love only one person. I don’t have to try exactly, because there’s no one I want but him. It hurts my lungs and my chest when I have to go away, it breaks my resolve and crumbles my desire to hole up alone. His soft smile, his gentle heart; he is all the light that I’m not. I am more comfortable in the dark, with my music. He seems to chase those shadows away, every time I hold him. And I always want to hold him.
xxxxxI’m not afraid of anything. I’m just not. But if I was afraid, I’d be afraid of losing Philemon. I didn’t even know that I could love anyone this way, and I didn’t ever expect to have a family of my own. Now that there’s a chance, what can I do…? If I lose that, I don’t know that I can ever get it back. I’m not afraid. I can’t afford to be afraid. Being afraid makes weakness, weakness allows someone to strike at our heart and ruin what we love, what we work for.
xxxxxPhilemon got into my heart without even trying. He just slipped right in, with those pretty blue eyes and that sweet angel hair. I love him, unquestionably. I hope I fit into his life like he fits in my heart.
xxxxxI met Rajih, and I saw Theo very briefly, but I’m not sure either of them accept me. I guess I’ll find out. Even if they don’t, I’m not going to back down. I’m here to support Philemon, regardless of who supports me. Besides, who else will bake cookies for Philemon’s club members? He’s intent on finding those who are Majin-friendly and create a movement of peace. It’s cute, and sweet, and I hope that he somehow succeeds.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:55 pm
A Family
Can I still become a Reaper, even after what I’ve seen?
Yes.
It doesn’t change my desire to save people, or help them. I have to become one even more, now, if people are at risk from rogue Reapers. If there are most of those monsters, and the only ones who can fight them are Reapers, then that is my clear course of action. I used to want to be a rockstar Reaper, flaunting my musical genius and kicking a** at the same time. Now I want to be a saviour on top of that; the notion is ridiculous.
What makes us change, grow, become more than we were? I have different goals than I used to, I think differently. I still rushed in to fight. There was nothing else to do, was there? They called for help, so I played my music to fix that monster in place. A mononoke used some vines to help, I was lucky there was someone else who could answer the call; magic to hold something in place is rare.
I’ve realized something more and more, though. I love Philemon, but what happens the next time? What if both Theo and I are in danger? He didn’t hesitate to run from me to Theo, he wasn’t by my side while I fought the thing, stood in place, exposed. It was some cranky Ars Lilium who protected me. He looked like a strong gust of wind would bowl him over, muchless a Reaper gone bad. I guess it was luck, or strength of magic, but we were able to avoid death. I don’t intend to die anytime soon, much less as a witch. One day I’ll make it, and I’ll become the Reaper I mean to be. I’m aiming for this one goal, and nothing else. I’ll stand beside Philemon as long as I can, as long as there’s room for me, but… I should have known that idea of family was too good. I was stupid for thinking it was possible for someone like me.
In the end, I’m nobody’s family. Blood family is first. I have none. Bandmate, friend, boyfriend: I can be all of these things. But I’ll never have family, not even the kind I had growing up. I miss them sometimes, those people who let me sleep on their couches.
At least the bakery is doing well. My secret passion has turned into a semi-career; it pays better than my music, although that hasn’t stopped me from doing both. I sleep in short naps, basically. People have been requesting a meeting with me, they want to know who created these treats. They’re curious, and I’m not really sure if I should let them know who the baker is. I’d disappoint them, wouldn’t I? I don’t look like a baker. I don’t have a soft, welcoming personality. I don’t even have some sense of wonder about the world: It’s all we’ve got, it’s s**t sometimes, but we make great things out of what we get. Music and cookies, that’s what I make.
I wonder what everyone else puts out into the world? Philemon is healing, of course. Salem, music and craziness? Speaking of Salem… I think I met his other side, the original owner of that body, at the Ball. He was well-spoken, and somehow kind to me. Not proud of what I did after the ball. I couldn’t relax, or get rid of what I’d just seen, felt, realized… Couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Probably went out and drank until I fell asleep at the bar. Probably that. Not sure.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:56 pm
Who can say? Never again. I just set fire to an entire roast, and had to get someone to put a frost ward over it so it would stop flaming. Did you know that magically enhanced cooking can actually resist typical methods of putting fires out? I didn’t. I do now. In fact, I am fairly certain I will never attempt to cook again as long as I live. Baking, sure; there’s something easy and sweet about a fruit pie, or glazed bread. I don’t really think that I’m going to be cooking dinner for anyone anytime soon. I hope Phil is a better cook than I am.
Wait, is he? I guess I haven’t asked about dinner, that’s interesting… I should probably investigate. Even if I know that Phil’s first instinct will be to protect his brother, I still love him. Just him, nobody else. Guess that’s not really something I can change, is it? Don’t really want to. Even if it’s not family like I’d like to believe in, maybe it can be someday. We’re both new to this, both fairly young.
I love him, I really do. How can I show that…? I made cookies for his Majin thing, I’m trying to be supportive. Feels a little weird. I guess it made me realize that I don’t care about whether or not someone’s Majin, I just care whether or not they’ve hurt someone. I’m not a caring kind of person, or at least I never thought of myself as one. I’m fundamentally pretty selfish. But something about Phil makes me try harder to be a good person, maybe because he’s such a good person.
Sometimes I worry, still, that he’s going to change his mind. I worry that this dream is going to end, and I’ll go right back to my leaky apartment with the rats and the heat wards to try to evaporate some of the moisture. Not that I slept in my bed too often; I usually went home with some chick or another. Phil’s the first man I’ve ever been interested in at all. And I’m not just interested in him, it’s… the moment I touched him, the moment he took my arm, I fell in love with him. Just like that. Like a fairytale, if they were real. If they had happy endings. I hope this stays like a dream, I want to stay with him. Something constant, something consistent…
Does love make us weak? Does love make us fragile? Is love a point by which we can be exploited? I can’t answer that, really, because I don’t know. I do know that for whatever weaknesses it gives us, it also bestows upon us measurable strength: I am trying to be a better person, I am facing my fears, I am trying to be what I thought I never could be. Someone stable, reliable for someone else. Someone to lean on. Someone who saves others. That’s what I’m aiming for, despite all these trials and despite my misgivings. I still have such a long way to go.
My only hope is that I’ll make these guys proud. Even if they someday stop loving me, at least there will be that. But I hope that day never comes…
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