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 Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:10 am
burned to ash
"So, what do you think?"
It's the first thing he asks them when he sees them; and a look of intense curiosity is on Chance's face, a stronger look than he's given anything (or anyone) on the island so far. He's standing, and his hands aren't in his pockets, but resting loosely against his sides, his right fingers flexing a little as though he's itching to do something with them.
And he is, although he's not sure what, exactly.
Asher is tall in person, even taller than Chance is, though only by a an inch or two. Their skin is pale, almost translucent, looking strangely delicate, with hair almost a ghostly white, long and draping all the way to the floor in length. White lashes and icy blue eyes that seem to stare straight into his soul are set in a long, narrow face, and everything about them seems cold.
Chance is fascinated.
"This is a strange invention," says Asher, extending a pale hand and curling their fingers against their palm. "I don't recall what I was like from before I met you, but it is...liberating...to be as I am now."
A smile creeps onto Chance's face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:21 am
high above the clouds
"So, what do you think?"
"I think that I have seen it before, master."
The dragon sounds amused. Gale turns his head to look at him, an expression of exasperation on his face as he says, "I mean, what do you think now that you can see it outside of my head? We've been used to the house for so long, I want to know how you feel now. And stop calling me master, it sounds terrible."
Jinhai's blue-eyed gaze sweeps across the newly remodeled Room 221 A and B, his expression relatively inscrutable; though they have been bonded long enough that Gale can read him without even needing to see him. Their thoughts have been merged for nearly four years now; it is just a bonus that they can spend time together like this, though the emptiness Gale feels inside of his head is strange after all this time.
"It is nice," says Jinhai finally, sounding satisfied. "It feels very comfortable to me, and very warm." He turns to look at his hunter, and there is a gentle expression on his face as he adds, "I am very pleased for you, Gale."
Gale smiles.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:31 am
kia ora ari
"So, what do you think?"
Ari sounds nervous. Arorangi isn't sure what to think, exactly; this is the most unusual situation he's been in since that entire zombie mission, and he's trying to figure out how he feels about it. Definitely positive; fascinated comes to mind, as does pleased, because the appearance of his weapon was not what he'd thought it would be.
Ari is very short; he comes up to Arorangi's shoulder and that is it - but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in the beautiful, swirling set of three tails that are currently flicking back and forth happily. They are in shades of blue, these tails, not one color, but many, all sliding together like a spectrum; and the fox-like ears atop his head of vibrantly blue hair are similar in colors to his tails. He is dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, or at least, he seems to be, and Arorangi looks immensely curious about everything.
He steps forward and claps his large hands onto Ari's small, thin shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"You are just the weapon for me," says Arorangi, both firmly and brightly, and Ari beams a smile up at him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:39 am
a grim situation
"Thinking about this for too long is unwise."
Grimshaw stands partially slouched over; his skin is dark and leathery and his eyes are black with gold pupils, hooded and filled with an intensity that is almost frightening. A mane of messy, partially braided black hair falls over his shoulders, and a pair of torn brown dog's ears juts out from beneath the hawk's head that over his forehead. His tail is long enough to drag along the floor, and feathers from his clothes have littered the ground already.
"I don't like thinking," he says, in a rough, guttural tone of voice, and Alistaire scrutinizes him with an expression of mingled interest and annoyance.
"I know," he says, and although they are polar opposites, although their minds are far from being similar, there is a strange sort of acceptance on both sides; they have learned to work around the differences, in fact to work with them, because if Alistaire is anything, it is determined. "But you do not have to do much thinking. I will think for you."
Grimshaw smiles, and it's all sharpness and teeth and hunger.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 11:46 am
nay(omi)sayers
"What are you thinking?"
He hasn't ever done this, in the past year and a half he's been on the island, though Ian supposes that it's long overdue. Considering their differences in the beginning, it's a miracle that they're even working together well now - and well is sort of an overly generous term, since Ian usually tries to placate Naomi and she tries to understand him.
It's a work-in-progress, but at least it's in progress.
"I'm thinking..." says Ian thoughtfully, tapping a finger against his cheek as he considers her. She is very beautiful, but also terrifying; her face is perpetually streaked, as though with running mascara down her cheeks, and her clothing is ripped and torn, all white, blonde hair tied up in an elegant, braided knot.
"I'm thinking that on my wedding night, we should put you in a golem with Shiloh's weapon Haruka, and you two can have yourselves a date while I have myself a spectacular time with my new husband," says Ian, with a deliberately cheeky grin.
Naomi sighs at his insolence, but there's a trace of a smile on her pale lips.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:33 pm
burned to ash
"A frost demon?" Chance asks, even though he already knows the answer, and Asher nods, sweeping long, snowy hair off of one shoulder. Chance muses over this for a moment, still standing in front of his weapon, and after a moment he reaches out, places his hands on either side of Asher's face and tilts their head first to the left and then to the right. The demon complies quite obediently, and Chance slides his fingers down their neck, then back up to their face. Everything is an examination, curiosity burning into him.
"Interesting," he says, and Asher smiles.
"Interesting in a good way or a bad way?" they ask, and Chance laughs, a light sound.
"Always good with you," he says mildly, and Asher lets out a hum of pleasure as Chance drops his hands away. "It's fascinating, really, how this works. I can only have you out for an hour or so, but it's nice to be able to see you how you once were."
Asher turns a little, glancing sideways around the room.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 1:28 pm
ash me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies
"Can you eat?"
"No."
"Sleep?"
"No."
"Fight?"
"I believe so, but not very well; this form feels very weak."
"What about - "
"Chance."
"Okay, okay. Do you have any memories whatsoever of your previous life?"
"No. I do get...vague feelings sometimes. Emotions. Maybe a flash of color or something, here and there, but otherwise no. It's a little frustrating, but I suppose that was the sacrifice I made for this life."
"Do you regret your choice to become a weapon?"
"I don't remember my choice enough to regret it, so I suppose the easy answer is no. The more complicated answer would be that I do sometimes miss having an actual body, or at least, I think I do, having been in one right now; but at the same time, I do like you a great deal and I'm pretty pleased we are partners."
"Thank you. I like you too."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 6:12 pm
ash me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies
"You don't feel any particular gender, is that true?"
"On the contrary, I feel both male and female. Sometimes at once. Sometimes separately. I believe it depends on how I'm feeling, but either way it's a comfortable thing for me. Asher is also a name that could be used for either a male or female, and so is Ace, which I find pleasing."
"Do you feel as though you've always been that way?"
"Yes. It's familiar and reassuring."
"Do I make you feel comfortable?"
"You do. I feel very calm when I'm in your head."
"I'm glad to hear that. What do you think of me?"
"...you're very mild. But you're also very guarded. I'd like to someday see if we can work together as symbiotically as if there weren't any boundaries between us - and really, Chance, there aren't, seeing as how I'm literally in your head all the time."
"True. And I'd like that someday too. You already make me feel more at ease."
"I'm very pleased to hear that."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 6:54 pm
gin rummy
He puts a card down on the table and says, "What are you thinking about?"
Gale is busy examining his own cards, and doesn't respond for a moment. "I was thinking that it'd be nice if I could do this with more often," he says finally, as he sets down a three of hearts atop the center pile. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's nice having you in my head, but it's also nice being able to talk to you face to face like this."
Jinhai tilts his head, a braid falling against his face as he contemplates this. "True," he says, and there's a gentle smile on his face. "I do like being in your head, but it's also relatively nice to be sitting here with you now."
Gale smiles, and they play on in silence for a few more minutes before either of them speak again.
"Do you..." Jinhai starts, and his wary tone of voice makes Gale look up, a curious expression flickering across his face. Jinhai seems concerned about something, or at least, conflicted, an uneasy look in his eyes as he says slowly, carefully, "You have...not seen Bix's ghoulfriend in quite some time."
His eyebrows raise in surprise. Gale says, "Ceres? It's been a while, yeah. Why?"
A flash of what seems to be pain comes and goes over Jinhai's face before Gale can properly grasp it. "...it is not important," he says, but Gale presses him by saying, "Come on, what is it? Why do you want to see Ceres?"
There is a long moment of silence. Jinhai's borrowed shoulders seem tense.
"It is...not her, exactly, that I wish to see," he says finally, looking away, and Gale suddenly understands. He sets his cards down on the table between them and reaches across to gently squeeze the dragon's cold fingers.
"I'll text her soon," he promises, and Jinhai slowly nods before the game resumes.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 10:14 pm
a grim situation
"Are you going to tell me?" Grimshaw asks.
"No," Alistaire says.
"You're acting foolish."
"I'm not acting anything at all."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 10:22 pm
you're a wizard ari
They're sitting in the testing room and Ari is on the floor while Arorangi sits at one of the tables.
"I like Lydia," Ari interjects into the conversation, which has been something about friends. He's pulled one of his tails into his lap and is stroking his fingers along the soft fur, fur that isn't really his, but that he seems to like anyway, even if its borrowed. "She has a fun way of thinking."
"She does," Arorangi says, and he smiles at the kitsune. There was a nice sort of warmth he gets from this conversation, he notices, and he's not sure exactly where it comes from; if it stems from the person talking to him or what they're talking about. "I like her too. She is very comfortable to be around."
Ari beams up at him, though the happy expression shifts a little after a moment, turning a little sadder. "Oliver is also very nice, but he doesn't seem to want people to care about him."
Arorangi lets out a small sigh, rubbing his face with one large, tattooed hand. His dreadlocks are currently pulled back away from his face and tied loosely with a rubber band in a ponytail at the base of his skull. "I know," he says wearily. "I have tried to convince him otherwise, but he is very stubborn."
"You will do it," says Ari confidently, and without hesitation. "If anyone is able to convince him that he is both wanted and liked, it is you!"
Arorangi laughs, and its a deep, booming rumble of a sound.
"I think you are slightly biased," he says.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 10:28 pm
nay(omi)sayers
They've been sitting for ten minutes like this - Naomi on one side of the room and Ian on the other, and even though they're not angry at each other, there's a certain amount of tension that stems from a series of conflicting emotions and opinions on serious topics. It's nothing new; since the start, he and his weapon have butted heads, but lately Ian has felt as though maybe they have started to understand each other a little better.
Or maybe he's just still giddy over his proposal to Shiloh going so well. Either way, Ian feels on top of the world right about now.
"You've already decided that you'd like a small, private wedding, have you not?" Naomi asks, and Ian gives her a small smile.
"I think that's what we'd like," he says musingly. "I still have to ask Shiloh about it, but I think that's both what we'd prefer. Nothing too huge or grand, because it's just the two of us, y'know? That's all that matters. He and I, together, forever."
"You are endlessly sentimental," says Naomi, but it's more exasperated than patronizing, and Ian's smile widens a little. "Where you will go on your trip after the ceremony? I believe it is called a honeymoon?"
"That," says Ian, putting a finger to his lips and winking. "is a secret. And by secret, I mean, we still haven't figured that out yet either."
Naomi sighs. "You are quite a piece of work."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 10:36 pm
burned to ash
"What do your markings mean, exactly?" Asher asks, and Chance turns around, halfway through putting on a new shirt (he spilled water down the front of his first one when he accidentally dropped his water bottle).
"Which ones?" he asks mildly, lowering both his arms and the shirt, sliding it down to his hands instead. "The scars or the tattoo?"
Asher waves a pale hand in the direction of his torso, where a multicolored, watercolor inspired splash of brightness and flower petals decorates a small portion of his front shoulder and part of his collarbone and chest. The little spindles of the dandelion image blow outwards over an array of colors. Chance looks briefly down at it and then back up again, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.
"Nothing, really," he says truthfully. "It was just an image I saw in a book one day, and I thought it was just...really powerful as a painting. I liked the use of color and the way the lines are. I'm not an artist, of course," he adds with a laugh. "But I do like to appreciate good art, and this was good art."
Asher stretches out a hand, touching cold fingers to Chance's collarbone.
"It's very becoming for you," they say, and Chance wraps his own hand around Asher's, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 8:22 am
ash me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies
"Remind me again of how long we've been on the island so far."
"Just a little over a month, which feels both a very long time and a very short time, weirdly enough."
"Do you feel as if you're settling in well enough?"
"Yes, I'm very glad to be here."
"That's not sarcasm, is it?"
"Not at all. I feel much more comfortable here than I ever did back in the regular world. I think probably because most of us are here for similar reasons, or maybe because this is a place that expects a lot out of you but still has good things about it. I'm not really sure how to explain it that well."
"What do you think of me?"
"As a weapon, I'm still getting used to handling a bow and arrow. I've never even held one before, let alone used one, so it's taking some time to get comfortable with it. But as a partner...well, you already know I find you endlessly fascinating. I like having you in my head, and I like working with you. I think that's a good thing, right?"
"It's a very good thing."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 8:26 am
ari(d)
It's warm outside, warmer than should be seasonally allowable. Arorangi takes Ari for a walk, and the little kitsune runs along the ground, skidding on the grass and letting out a yelp of happy laughter when he slips and falls. Arorangi reaches under his arms and pulls him to his feet again, and Ari beams up at him, eyes full of pleasure.
"Be careful," Arorangi tells him, and Ari practically bounces up and down.
"It is nice to feel the breeze outside!" he says, and his smile is both bright and infectious.
Arorangi follows along behind his weapon as they make their way onto the training field. They aren't going to fight, but Ari has wanted to see things from a different perspective now that he's borrowing a temporary form. It's rather endearing, really.
They spend the hour they have playing tag on the field until Ari collapses in a fit of giggles on the ground and Arorangi carries him back to the lab on his back, the kitsune's face buried into his dreadlocks, a happy giggle escaping every now and then.
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