Daevid
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Post by Daevid on Feb 7, 2004 1:54:48 GMT -5
((What is going on here? Can I post? What is happening in the story?))
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Post by Kisa Higurashi on Feb 7, 2004 2:01:21 GMT -5
(OOC: Well, I believe you can post before you're approved. Basserov doesn't have a big problem with that.... And as for what's happening, it kinda depends....)
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Post by Jakean Mythyara on Feb 7, 2004 2:02:25 GMT -5
((ooc Don't forget to check the rules dude!  |
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Daevid
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Post by Daevid on Feb 7, 2004 2:10:43 GMT -5
((Thanks... dude))
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Post by Yoko on Feb 7, 2004 2:16:06 GMT -5
Yoko looks away, then begins to go back inside. She stops at the door.
"I've never been, really. I've just heard the stories that my mother told me. I have family there, I know that much..." She looks back at him. "My search so far has been for fairies living amongst the humans and such. But I guess it would be about time to find where the others have gone." And she steps inside.
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Post by Surma on Feb 7, 2004 2:33:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]I stoped running and looked at the sky.[/glow]
"Master master please stop running."*Huffs*
[glow=red,2,300]"I....I miss them."[/glow]
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2004 3:20:16 GMT -5
Bassarov watches Kaieka knit in shear fascination. He wonders where this new hobby came from. From what he understands, knitting is an activity for older women.
The rain outside has turned to sleet and there is a cold wind.
"Could you knit me a scarf?" Bassarov asks politely. He wants to encourage this new hobby. "Red maybe..."
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 7, 2004 3:23:22 GMT -5
The stranger at the door doesn't seem too enthralled to talk. I leave the door standing open and turn to Bassarov.
"What? I thought you were writing a book or something." Da'mn, I was going to surprize him with a sweater, and now I won't be able to surprize him at all. No, I will not make him a skarf... I pout and walk away.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2004 3:29:22 GMT -5
"I was. I was writing about Communism and Sex. We have our own theories about it. Lady Violet I think wrote a book about it before she became so high up in the party. Now I'm stumped. I need to do some research. I should go to the library and pick up her book."
Bassarov leaves, since Kaieka seems in a bad mood again. The one constant in his life is the fact that he will never understand her mood swings. Oh well, he wouldn't love her if she wasn't a challenge.
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Post by Jareth on Feb 7, 2004 3:34:47 GMT -5
Bassarov's companion opens the door for Jareth.
"i don't know if you remember me from earlier or not but i am Riku's friend Jareth. He said it was ok if i stay. May i come in?"
Lady Kaieka looks at Jareth and allows her to pass. Jareth notices a pair of knitting needles in her hands.
"You knit? I use knit a lot when i was a child. What are you going to make?"
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Post by Kaschei on Feb 7, 2004 3:36:13 GMT -5
Kaschei finally memorizes a new spell. Once that is done he sends a telepathic message to Jareth.
"You will observe any rebel behavior and report it to me. Make up behavior if you have to. This goes for Riku as well. I want to crush them all. Lin-Sat has gone soft. If he won't, I will. Lucern will be destroyed. I merely need the evidence to justify these actions."
Kaschei touches the black swan. He closes the connection and returns to his studies.
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Post by Kaieka on Feb 7, 2004 3:42:28 GMT -5
I look back at the woman in the door. I give her a half a smile before turning and walking away. I do not want to hear about her wonderful growing up knitting experience. She comes in behind me and shuts the door. I do not glance back at her.
I am pissed off that Bassarov found out what I was up to. I sulkily walk off to a dark corner and sit there in the shadows with my yarn and stuff.
I don't even feel like making him a sweater anymore. I toss a ball of yarn and it goes rolling down the hallway. No! I will knit him a sweater. I will knit him the best da'mned red sweater he has ever seen. I get up and fetch the ball of yarn. I undo the end and loop it around the long thin metal... um... sticks.
I start to fumble around, tying knots, holding the sticks like chopsticks, something is bound to work. This can't be too hard... the girl at the door knew how to make it work.
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Post by Hayven on Feb 7, 2004 3:52:16 GMT -5
"Many fairies may have been killed by Red Infinity. Red Infinity kills any race that threatens their power. Though, I know a fairy who works for us..her name is Beloviel. I can not talk now. I hate speaking. Words are the tired tools of humans. Humans can not express beauty but through weak and pointless noise." Hayven sits quietly and closes his eyes. His hair changes to a deeper shade of blue. His skin turns greener. Through some strange process his is able to control the pigmentation of his skin. He wishes he looked more like a plant and not like a person. He wants to be an Iris. aFter 10 mintues he finally speaks again."This body is a mimicry of the brutish form of humans. How they are such careless stupid creatures. The universe was not made for them. They dispose of beauty and currupt all that is natural....their disregard for life flourshes as the environment languishes. I'm thirsty. Water me. I demand water." Plants can be demanding. It is best that most can not speak.
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Post by Yoko on Feb 7, 2004 4:06:18 GMT -5
It stung Yoko's heart slightly what he said of humans. Yes, she did admit that most were what he said, but not all. Not her father. Even to this day, she remembered his kindness and love. But wasn't it for humans why she always hid the fairy inside herself?
She nods at his demand for water and magically refills his bottle. She doesn't know why she didn't think of that before...
"I'm sorry I do not have a more effecient way of communication..." She began as she gave him the bottle. "But... I am half human as well.. " She then sits, and stays quiet.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2004 4:06:45 GMT -5
Bassarov goes to the library and locates the book he is looking for. The book is thick and despite the subject, looks dry.
The only highlight is the photo of Violet on the inside jacket cover. She looks younger and less stressed than she does in recent months. He reads her bio before he starts the book.
"She is an amazing woman....if I would have known her...I might have stayed with Red Infinity."
This may or may not be true. He is simply impressed with her ambition, drive, and leadership.
He spends the afternoon sitting in the library, reading her book. She is a good writer and is thoughful in her arguments.
He checks it out and has an epiphany.
"Kaieka didn't want me to know she was knitting! Oh no, that's why she was so upset. How can I be so oblivious to these things?!"
He hurries back to the villa.
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Fight me?That's a laugh..I was made by the Kwi-Ohang Tree to overcome all evil. Your a joke.
