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 Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 2:42 pm
It was the Youma Locke who was sent to fetch her; Zinkenite had seen it as less, hostile than strictly summoning her. The Youma’s whiskers reached out, probing into small cracks as he crept down the outside of the once beautiful castle of Earth, peering in windows and slithering in and out of cracks in the walls, sniffing and searching for one sent among many.
“Captain, Oh my Captain.” It called and slipped in another window, swiveling long fox-ish ears in a search for the young woman he was searching for.
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 10:01 pm
Compared to the wild of the Rift the castle Zanazziite found herself currently residing in was like a luxury hotel. Sure there wasn't electricity, or food, or running water, but it was mostly clean and she didn't have to worry about the more aggressive youma of the Rift coming after her. She had always gotten along rather well with youma, even more so now that Cornelius was part of her, but still there were some youma that were never going to warm to her, so it was nice being able to let her guard down inside the castle walls.
Currently she was taking a break from exploring the castle and was tucked away in a small room. The inner monologue she was having with Cornelius was cut short when she felt a youma approaching. The energy signature was followed not long after by Locke's scent and then his words. Her wings fluttered and her tail twitched, the youma inside responding to a youma he recognized as friendly. "Oh stop," Her words were a hissed whisper, making her raspy voice even raspier.
Rolling onto her back she stretched and then rolled off the rafter she had been lying on landing with a click of her heels on the stone floor. Turning on the spot lilac eyes landed on the youma. " 'Lo," Her voice was still rusty, her words slower than they had been before her venture into the Rift. For a moment she just stood there unsure of the reason of his visit, but then a thought clicked in her head. "The...General-King sent you...to get me?" It was the explanation that made sense, unless the youma was just dropping in for a social visit. If that was the case she was woefully unprepared to play hostess.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:22 pm
Locke nodded and flicked a slender tongue at her, long whiskers reaching out to brush at her before drawing back to his side. Fragile appendages for such a strong beast, they rested close to his cheeks and neck when he was not fanning them out to explore. “He passes on a kindness once shown him by Tanzanite. We think you will enjoy it.” Locke said and lifted to its hind legs to walk with you, leading you through the winding rubble littered halls to find Zinkenite. The youma paused in front of a sturdy door, old wood stained dark by time and whatever else might have touched it in these dark and hidden spaces of the world. Whatever sigil the door once bore was long since scratched away.
“Come in.” Called Zinkenite from the other side, finishing straitening the last of the handful of things that he’d put into the room.
Boxes of batteries stood on bookshelves, scattered amid handfuls of books, random selections from the ‘popular’ sections at the local bookstores. A ‘papasan’ chair, liberated from a second hand store at moderate cost, a bed, though it lay on the cold stones, was littered with thick blankets and pillows that she might adjust it to her whim.
“I thought, since you can’t really return to the home you once had, that we might make you something more of a sanctuary, a private space here within the rift, barring of course that you are needed.” He added, the last thought meaning that there could still be ‘drop ins’ of a sort. But it was a room, a bed, and small reading lights with batteries to make it more comfortable. It was perhaps…more than a little ridiculous if you counted the bathmat that was serving as a rug by the edge of the bed.
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 12:17 pm
Feeling the youma's whiskers brush against her Zanazziite didn't flinch. After spending months and months with only youma for company she had become accustomed to their more animalistic ways. The youma's words were intriguing and she dutifully followed after him without question. The hallways of the castle were becoming more and more familiar to her, but still she kept close to Locke not wanting to get lost- especially since she didn't know where they were going.
When they finally reached their destination the Captain's curiosity was definitely piqued. Dark claws pushed the heavy door open in response to the General-King's voice. What greeted the part-youma's violet eyes stopped her dead in the doorway, whatever she had been expecting it certainly wasn't this. For a long moment she stood there taking in the room. It was definitely a bit scattered and had that not-quite-finished style about it, but the bluenette barely noticed that. Just the fact that it was a room, her room was amazing. After more than half a year without a place of her own the idea of having her own space, her own space with a door was overwhelming.
Her excitement about the room was catching, her wings and tail nearly quivering. Pulling herself away from inspecting the room and turned toward Zinkenite. The wide smile on her face would be much less disconcerting if it didn't show off her fangs quite as much. "It's...wonderful." Two steps later she was next to the General-King and almost shyly she was hugging him. Even Cornelius got in on the hug, her tail surreptitiously twining around his calf to lightly squeeze.
She wasn't normally a very touchy feely person, but the gift of her very own furnished room merited the reaction. Only hours ago she had been searching the castle trying to figure out how she was going to turn one of the empty rooms into a suitable living space. Now she didn't have to worry about that.
"Thank you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 9:05 pm
His reaction to the embrace was likely hilarious, stiffening like he was petrified of the touch for a long moment before he carefully, forcefully made himself do something like relax. “I ah… I’m glad you approve.” He said quietly. “I…hmm…hrrm, yes, ah…I wasn’t sure what you…ate, or liked to eat, but we can bring you things, we can make sure that you don’t have to fuss.” He waved a hand and then carefully, very carefully squeezed her back. “Let me know if you need anything else, books, or… I’m sure we can arrange for a portable DVD player if that’s the kind of thing you enjoy after all.” He took a small breath and waved to a table. “I ah, brought take out for now, and tea.” There were tightly tied plastic bags sitting there with ‘Men at Wok’ written on the bag, “I am not a cook, actually if I ever do cook you should probably hope its simple, I brought some energy though as well, help you settle in.”
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