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Trio Maxwell-Chang Captain
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 Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 6:51 pm
 Stage: Gust
Stats
Strength - 20
Agility - 5
Intelligence - 15
Wisdom - 8
Charisma - 10
Speed - 16
Magic - 19
Spells
Air
Flight - Manipulate air around you to lift yourself and items you're wearing off the ground and fly. Skill depends on Agility+Magic.
Delicate Hands - Invisible hands created by air, used to manipulate objects.
Wind Shell - Focussed wind that knocks away missiles on all sides. Size of shell dependent on Magic stat.
Music
Echo of the Chime - Makes anything you wish sound like a windchime.
Calming Tune - Calms the listener down if anxious or worried. Does not work on anger or hatred.
Songshape - Changes a song into some other sound, including a different song, or voices, or whatever.
Don't know what a Chime Spirit is? Visit the Main Shop.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 12:01 am
[A small, formerly cluttered attic room has been cleared out. The walls are still a plain shade of gray-blue, bare of any decoration, and there are several boxes along one wall that have no place to go. A cot has been pushed against the opposite wall, covered with a thin beadspread. No more is needed in the stuffy attic, and even in the winter the one, cracked window is often left open. It has no curtains, and is badly in need of a good washing.
A small stack of boxes serves as a nightstand, which holds a few personal affects- a notebook, pen, spyglass, bell, and so on. Another open box holds a few clothes, but this is usually stashed out of the way.
In the corner nearest the window there is a small hole in the floor, made on purpose. Below is the room currently shared by Eriol and Viviana (and Outcry), the combined owners of the windchime, which still hangs in the window. The hole is small and cleverly disguised, but large enough to see clearly through from directly above.
There is a rope coiled on the windowsil, but is is rarely used, as are the stairs, as the room's tenant usually chooses to fly down to his bonded. All of his time is spent between these two rooms.]
[Zvonimir currently lives in Eriol and Viviana's room, this description is for future reference.]
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 1:17 pm
Name: Zvonimir (Satourne?)
Age: Unknown
Species: Chime Spirit
Residence: 87 Sugar Hill Road, Port Gino
Date of Arrival: March 17th, 2006
Sign: Aquarius/Pisces Cusp
Height: ...?
Weight: Airy?
Hair: Red, cut into a mullet without looking trashy
Eyes: Gold
Skin: Peaches and cream
Distinguishing Marks: None
Occupation: Part-time babysitter
Family: None (in care of the Satourne family)
Marital Status: Single, and not looking
Mind Strength: Unknown
Likes: Unknown
Dislikes: Unknown
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 7:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:26 pm
[Reserved- Family. Mostly Viviana and Eriol, but the rest of the household will be mentioned in brief.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:31 pm
And one to grow on. Everything after this is considered IC.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:33 pm
Eriol sat back in his chair, head tilted over his shoulders so he looked at the top of the door to his room. Where was everyone? The girls in his family had gone out shopping hours ago, and should have been back already. Karan and Xue were playing some board game in their room, and had been all day, leaving him all alone.
Well, maybe not ALL alone.
Flipping himself upright again, Eriol pushed his rolling chair away from the desk in front of him, slowly gliding to the crib by the window. At one point in time his desk had been in front of that window, but since a couple months ago it was shoved clumsily in the corner. The light that leaked in through the window was filtered through gauzy blue curtains, another new addition to the room. "An all this," Eriol mumbled to the beings in the crib, "jus for you."
Two pairs of eyes looked up at the bored teen. One, liquid black, took him in solemnly. The other, deep gray, lit up. The girl attatched to them put her hands up and giggled. The funny man was there again! He usually made funny faces at her, but sometimes he would talk and sing, and she liked the way that sounded.
The owner of the first pair of eyes, a miniature whale coated in a thin layer of vapor, wiggled his tail indignantly. He wasn't sure he liked all the funny faces.
Not knowing any of this was probably a blessing for Eriol, who watched the two for a few more moments. Ever since they showed up his life had been turned upside-down, and often he wasn't sure if he liked the change.
"Eriol-niisan?"
A slender girl in an obviously foreign garment that was a cross between a dress and a robe tapped the doorframe. "Can I come in, Eriol-niisan?"
Sighing, Eriol slumped back into his chair. "Sure Ying," he replied, gesturing for her to sit on the unmade bed. "What's up?"
The jumi entered slowly, picking her way over a couple piles of clothes and books, and sat on the bed, putting a nicely sized shopping bag on her lap. "Did you have a good day?"
"Eh." Still bored, Eriol fiddled with the end of his sleeve; a few threads were coming loose and it needed mending.
"We had lots of fun. DS-okaasan says that we should do it more often. We found lots of pretty things to spruce up the place."
"Uh-huh."
"I got a new bedspread, and Yeine found a picture frame that has hearts on it for the family photo we're going to take."
"Uh-huh."
Ying frowned. "And we bought a clown suit for you."
"Uh-huh."
"Eriol-niisan, you're not listening!" Crossing her arms huffily, Ying looked away pointedly. She hated when he zoned out on her like that,itmade her feel like she didn't matter at all!
Eriol tilted his head back again, only for a couple seconds. "I'm sorry, Ying. Izzere anythin else ya need?"
"I just wanted to give you something," Ying said quietly, holding out the shopping bag.
Immediately Eriol softened. "Ying, I-"
"Just open it. I got it for you and Viviana." Standing, the girl went over to see her "niece" while Eriol fiddled with the bag.
Inside was a delicately crafted windchime. It was a crescent moon, with several clear crystal prisms dangling off the bottom. The two points of the moon were connected with a sturdy piece of twine, which wound around eachother and attatched to a loop for hanging.
It wasn't really Eriol's style, but he liked it anyway. Red seemed to be one of Vivi's favorite colors, the moon shape reminded him of Karan, and the designs inside the moon were a lot like Yeine. The crystals themselves seemed to represent Ying, always sparkling and glowing with energy.
"Thanks."
Ying looked up from the cradle. "Sure. Need help hanging it?"
"Nah." He was more than tall enough, and the hanging loop was just large enough to slip over the curtain rod. The chimes dangled near one end of the window, reflecting the faded, filtered sunlight and casting it into the darkening room.
"Sort of brightens up the place for you two- er, three."
Eriol looked at Viviana, who was busy trying to catch a lone spark of light, and nodded his agreement. "Yeah, it sorta does."
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 8:35 pm
Bits of air started to collect, gathering around the newest addition to the room. The crystal chimes clinked together, creating a sound that was definitely enjoyable, even beautiful. The window was open, yet there was no sign of a breeze, nothing that would stir the delicate instrument. The only thing that streamed through the window was sunlight, which filtered through the crystal shards and into the room.
The music did not go unheard. Squealing with delight, Viviana reached up, pawing her hands at the fragments of light cast throughout the room. They moved constantly, running up and down her extended arms and legs. A few covered Outcry, who snorted and fluked disapprovingly.
The air around the chime slowly changed, becoming red on the edges, though it was still just air. It began to swirl around, becoming a barely visible spiral that wove around the chimes, still stirring them into melody.
There was something pretty over by the other pretty thing! Kicking her legs energetically, the girl tried to roll into a seated position. It didn't work. But she wanted to see what was happening to the pretty music-making thing! Still, unable to get a closer look, she decided to go back to chasing the sparks of light. There was one, and she managed to get her hand around it! Clutching her hand in a tight fist, she looked back at the chime. Was all the color falling off? She hoped not.
On the contrary, the bright red became more saturated, coloring all of the air that was remotely near the chime. A form started to become visible, but it was fuzzy, barely discernable. It still looked for the most part like a patch of red fog.
It was a bit disappointing, really. With all that red stuff there, the light was disappearing. Each fragment flickered briefly, and went out as the crystals were obscured by more red-toned air. Even the one she had managed to catch was gone when she opened her hand. Thoroughly upset by this, Viviana began to whine loudly.
Tucked in bed with a book and music, Eriol pulled off one ear of his headphones and looked around. "You okay, cookie?"
No, she was not okay! She couldn't get a proper look at the pretty music thing, and the sparkly light she'd caught was gone! Equally upset, Outcry lashed his tail and snorted again. The light had been frivolous, but the music was nice enough. When had that faded? The whale could not tell.
"Yeah, I'm comin. Hold yer horses." Eriol tossed the covers aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed, somehow lurching to his feet while holding the book in front of his face. Only when he was standing did he put it aside, making sure to mark it first. Then he made for the crib, taking Viviana in his arms and rocking her gently. It had taken some time to learn how to do that, but he was improving, and she was calming down.
He gave a glance to her daemon, but he too seemed a bit calmer. "Tha's better. Wha got you two so riled up anyways?"
Viviana didn't understand the question, but she waved her arms frantically at the chime. It was fogging over, she couldn't see it anymore!
Blinking, Eriol looked at the windchime. It seemed fine. Somehow the window had gotten open, which was odd, but the windchime was perfectly still. It was a calm, sunny day, and bits of reflected light were starting to decorate the room again, but there was no music, nor was there any sign of red other than the windchime's base.
"Ya must've been dreamin, cookie."
Outcry flailed indignantly, while Viviana simply sniffled and tucked her head to her chest, snuggling closer into Eriol'd chest.
"S'okay. C'mon, maybe it's time for dinner." Shifting the girl's weight slightly in his arms, Eriol headed for the door. When he was about halfway there he called out. "Hey, can someone grab the whale?"
Once the two had vanished, red pooled back into the air, masking the chime once again. A faint laugh could be heard before the wind dispersed again, though it could have been an odd combination of clinking chimes.
The only one there to hear was Outcry. And while it made the daemon nervous, he was also intrigued. Something was going to happen.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 9:17 pm
It was a new day, still early in the morning, and once again the red-toned breeze stirred the windchimes into a display of music and light that filled the room with beauty. Viviana was thrilled, pawing at the air with all four of her limbs, the bell on her ankle joining the symphony.
Eriol looked up from his desk crossly. A thick notebook was lying upen, and the teen took a moment to massage his cramped hand before returning to his notes. "Couldja quiet down, Vivi?"
The wind seemed to stiffen. After a few seconds the chimes quieted down, but the music did not. A melodic voice commented softly "I apologize, I believe I started it."
The pen dropped onto the paper, and Eriol whirled around, apprehensive. "Who said that?"
"I did." The voice was somewhat melancholy, and seemed to be coming from the window. No one was there. The only thing out of place was that the light reflecting through the windchime was red, for some reason.
"I don' see anyone. Show yerself!" Was someone spying on him, or worse? Eriol began rubbing his fingers together, creating sparks in case he needed to defend himself.
The voice sighed. "As you wish"
The wind stirred again, and the red separated from the chime until it was clear that the coloring was not merely a trick of the light. The air itself was a light scarlet, and even took a form that was vaguely humanoid.
"Is this better?" the air asked quietly, tone unreadable.
Delighted that the pretty musical thing decided to show itself, Vivian hurled herself at it. At the very least she tried to, pushing up with her arms, but the most she could manage was sliding around on the sheets, bumping Outcry every few seconds and giggling all the while.
The girl's surrogate father was not so pleased. "What're you supposed ta be?" he asked wildly, still not letting his guard down. "A ghost? Why'd ya jus show up alluva sudden?"
"All of a sudden?" the wisp asked, confused. "No. I am not a ghost, and I did not show up suddenly today. I have been here for several days in fact."
"Ye're lyin," Eriol hissed unkindly. He would have noticed a honking red ghost thing!
Hurt, the wisp withdrew, causing Viviana to start whining and Eriol to take a step forward. "I am not lying. You never noticed me?"
"No."
The music person couldn't just leave! Sniffling, Viviana pulled herself closer to the red bit of air, trying to grab it but failing spectacularly. Outcry snorted at this, showing his dismay at the behavior of all parties, or perhaps just that they were all ignoring him.
"Really?"
No, he was just saying that to amuse himself. "Yeah, really?"
"Oh." A tendril extended to Viviana, brightening the baby's attitude significantly. "She did."
"Well goody for you," Eriol vented, then remembered to take a deep breath. Attacking something he probably couldn't even touch would be stupid.
While Eriol was taking a moment, the vapor saw its chance. "I'm not a ghost. I'm a spirit. I was attracted to the beautiful windchime you have here. You don't mind, do you?"
"Don' mind? I- nevermind!"
He'd had enough. Turning his back on the spirit and the chimes, Eriol walked out of the room, returning moments later with a baby carrier. When he did, the spirit was gone. "Good," he muttered, buckling both Viviana and Outcry in and taking off. "We're goin' out, kids."
Viviana did not struggle. Instead, she squeezed the toy that Eriol had packed in the carrier, listening to the sweet sounds the spirit had infused it with. Whoever he was, he was nice!
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