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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:51 pm
The night was cool, and the wind faint, giving a very comfortable temperature for most who enjoyed a mild climate. In Evelyne-Aglaya's case, she had a wide range of pleasant climates. Being a nature demon supplied that trait. But nights such as these were cause for a low stress environment, and mood, which made her insect companions very relaxed. They didn't flutter about as much as they normally did, and remained comfortably perched on the demoness as she simply stood on a healthy patch of grass, near a few tree's. Below Ev's waist were long roots ingrained into the soil, in their natural form of multiple strands, rather than the sculpted legs she would contort them into. Her body was as stiff, and still as the tree's that she mimicked, arms resting at her sides, posture perfect from years of upbringing for it to be. Masked eyes were sealed shut, basically in a very deep mantra. She was feeling the earth, and the plants that were around her, roots going deeper to touch base with more. But for the most part, she was just meditating and relaxing the one nice night that'd come to Amityville in some time. Snow and cold had plagued it for awhile, keeping the Grand Bois cooped up indoors, along with her critters. They would take as much advantage of this moment as they could.
Her swarm of moths covered all along her slender arms, hung from her skirt, and the few feathers that covered her chest, nested in her thick wild hair, and lined along her torso. They were practically as still and subdued as she, only moving or shifting if a light breeze picked up, or they had to readjust their position.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 8:19 pm
He couldn't sleep. Sure he could resort to using his recording to put him to sleep, but Roch was pretty much slept out, and besides, for the first time in a long while, it was a good night to go hang out! So he slipped out of the reaper dorm and headed down the path slowly, his hands shoved into his pockets as he went.
He almost walked past her. He only caught sight of her from the corner of his eye, where he pulled to a stop and looked at her for a long moment, wondering if he should interrupt. She sure looked happy there, didn't she? Were those... roots?
Unconsciously he moved closer, a curious expression on his face as he tried to figure out the answer to that question.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:44 pm
The first thing to alert the ghoul of the boil's approach were the tree's, followed by her moths that began to come back to life. Their wings all started to unfold, and lay flat, before lifting again to press together. This motion was repeated at a fairly lackadasical pace, showing no sign of alarm, merely rousing from their restful mindset. Soon enough, Evelyne-Aglaya was reacting as well, her head tilting down to meet at the same eye-level as Roch, a polite and calm smile peeling along her lips. The dark eyes behind her mask peeled open too, and the insects that littered her body began to lazily walk to various different places on the Grand Bois` body, "Hello there~" her smooth voice finally uttered, a few of the moths lifting of her body to flutter and spiral at a very leisurely pace around her, and eventually casually drift on over to Roch to hover above him. Three managed to land on him comfortably, one on his shoulder, another on his back, and the third on a tuft of his mohawk, inspecting him curiously.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:19 pm
"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to... wake you, I guess?" Roch said, glancing at the moths curiously. "I just wanted to know... those are roots, right?" he asked, pointing at her legs. "Jack that's cool! Are you part tree? Dryad, maybe? Or what?"
So rude, punk boil. "Can you, like, live off of the ground like that?" he asked, completely oblivious of the fact he might be being rude.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 5:36 pm
Her gentle smile didn't waver, perhaps just slightly to grow at the corners, as the boil spoke, a few more moths flitting over to daintily land on him for a closer look. She giggled softly, and briefly, "Oh no, you're fine. I was just enjoying the night, is all." as her roots were pointed out, she glanced down at them, a few digging deeper into the soil, "Why yes they are~" another giggle escaped from her at his impressed response straight away, a hand lifting to cover her mouth so as not to be presumed rude, "I am a Grand Bois. A nature demon. A few of my family members were given some of natures parts. My mother has leaves that grow from her arms~" slowly, a few roots began to lift from the earth, to find new territory nearby, and burrow down once again; as if they had a life of their own.
His question's were actually quite fun! not many asked her about her.. appearance, but she was always happy to enlighten others! "For awhile, yes, but it wouldn't be enough to sustain me for an active lifestyle. But I would retain the same sort of life as one of these tree's. Only able to stand here~" her head turned, and a slender arm lifted to indicate to one of the grand plants.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 5:55 pm
"That... sounds seriously boring," Roch said after thinking about it for all of five seconds. "And eating is like, one of my favorite things to do." He cocked his head slightly, turning it to look at one of the moths on him. "Do they eat your clothes a lot?" he asked abruptly. "Or do you got them trained? I mean, are they just drawn to you, or what?"
He had no clue why certain people attracted bugs so much.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:26 pm
She laughed lightly, "I don't do it often. But if worst came to worst, and I had no way of getting food, I'd be able to go into a slower state, to keep myself sustained." she explained. Her roots lifted out of the ground some more, this time to lift her up higher, and quickly begin to coil with one another to form the shape of 'normal' ghoul legs. It took them a bit, but they eventually smoothed out, and kept their hold.
With the following questions posed, she watched her moths too, "Oh sometimes, but they learn not to." not that she wore much anyway... "we have an understanding, them and I." seemingly... out of nowhere, a few more moths appeared, and took to fluttering about the ghoul, and landing on her... as well as some perching on the boil's shoes, and the ground around him, "If you're worried about your own attire, don't worry, they won't partake in it. It's only a few that I come across in the wild who have the tendency to~"
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:43 am
"Huh," he said, looking down at his favorite vest and the moths that seemed happy to be sitting on it. Well, it WAS leather, but he didn't really like the idea of there being even a chance of it gettin' ate. "That's cool," he said, giving her a grin. "But I was gonna pick up some spare cash tonight, so I should probably get goin'," he admitted. "Until my drummer gets back, I got no gig, see?" he added, starting to back up.
"Oh, the name's Roch, by the way," he said. "Roch Scythe."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 5:46 pm
As he spoke of his plans tonight, her interest piqued once more, the moths fluttering up around her, and a few off of him, "Are you a musician then?" she asks with curiosity. Ah but she might be keeping him now! As surely she would indulge in more questions, and well.. that could go on for sometime!
with the giving of a name, she curtsied a little, and replied with her own, " I am Evelyne-Aglaya Yeva Verochka, but you are free to call me simply Ev. It's a pleasure meeting Roch~" her moths bowed their wings as well, laxing them fully, and then letting them rise.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:48 am
"I'm a guitarist!" Roch bragged, grinning slightly. "I come built with one, even," he added, holding out a fist to the side. FEAR gathered around his hand, taking the form of his sharp guitar. "See? I guess that ain't quite as interesting as being able to be like a tree, but I like it." Ev. There was no way the punk boil would remember her full name--hell, he hadn't even caught it when she said it the first time. "If you play an instrument you're welcome to try out for my club, y'know? I'm the president of the Fright Music Club--although you might have a tiny problem with my vice pres." He frowned, thinking about it. "How flammable are you?"
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