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Post by Nathalia on Jan 4, 2009 12:45:20 GMT -5
His body moved easily from side to side as he let his hips sway easily. His other half would have killed him if he could see him now. He gazed around himself, eyes half-glazed and a bit dazed looking. He needed to hear news of his son, where was his beloved Morpheus? Osias hadn’t heard from him in awhile and it was going to drive him mad, regardless of whether the Rat knew where he was or not. They should all be together, his son, his mate, and himself. Now that they finally had the chance, Mo was off doing somehting else. Granted, there was no way for him to have known that his father was out and about in the living plane but really, just wanted to see him...to touch him, to make sure he was still real too... He clenched his left fist without thinking about it, the nails digging into the palm lightly as he stalked the streets. All he wanted was for them to be together, was it really too much to ask? He let his right hand drag against a grimy building as he wandered even further, hoping it would be easy to find either news of his son...or an unfortunate this day... |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 4, 2009 16:14:49 GMT -5
She never did like the high class part of town for spying. She sat on the roof of the building, peering over the edge. A few people had walked by, but none of them were really interesting. They all looked to be falling apart at the seams because of everyday wear and tear. Old people, some probably young but destroyed because of the stress in their lives. None of them were pretty. None of them looked to be keeping any secrets. Peaches rolled her eyes. This night sucked. She would have a better time going back to the palace at this rate. There weren't even any drug deals going down. She continued to peer over the ledge. Her eye twitched when it caught the sight of blue. She perked considerably when she could make out the details properly. Lord. He was pretty! She choked back a squee as she continued to watch. Maybe he would be an interesting target to follow? |
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Post by seraaches on Jan 5, 2009 12:15:01 GMT -5
Once upon a time, he'd cringed from looking anyone in the face. Once upon a time, the knowledge that came to him would cause him to try and hide and most certainly, not meet anyone's eyes. A chance meeting had changed that. Ladarius didn't cringe anymore. That just caused trouble. His blackened tree, however, seemed to have withered his mind in a way as well. He walked boldly through the outer Bazaar, staring back at anyone who dared to stare at him, and announcing once, "Coloured sticks." That had the desired effect of giving himself more space. And then he saw the man. He saw the man and knew about the man's future and didn't care. He looked sortof like another man. A shudder shivered through the ram, but he had nothing to fear anymore. It was already gone. So he stared at the man, a distant part of his mind noting that this man didn't look like the type one should stare at, but most of his brain was taken up with thoughts about lager hops. |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 6, 2009 2:03:28 GMT -5
Finistris stopped dead in his tracks, head cocked slightly to the side as the Ram appeared. Another Avington? His gaze slipped over the blackened tree and he felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth. Ah! So, the rumors of this happening were true! He had wondered so... He stepped toward the man, keeping his expression benign for the time being as he watched people stray out of their way, an odd pair in an ugly place. The way the Ram simply walked right up to him and gazed was almost deliciously unnerving, he kept his eyes locked with those of the unfortunate creature.
”And who...might you be, my friend? You’d best be careful, this isn’t the best of neighborhoods, I’ve heard.”
He had not noticed the figure on the rooftops, it made no sound and he had no interest in what would hide from him. ”Are you looking for someone out here? Perhaps I could help you in locating them?”
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 6, 2009 2:22:22 GMT -5
Peaches was more than happy to be unnoticed. She had no intentions of being seen until she wanted to, and right now she was too happy watching the pretty man and the new arrival.
The colors were clear from her perch. He was an Avington ram. Though there wasn't the bright and happy blue but the blackened tree. He would have been prettier with the bright blue. Perhaps he was from one of the rumors? Then again with all the rumors flying around she couldn't quite tell who was what and what was who.
The ram seemed a little "off" though. That wasn't saying much--everyone was off. This was just a particular type, and the way he was staring didn't seem particularly "normal."
And why on earth was a pretty man like this doing in the Outer Bazaar? He stood out like a sore thumb because of it.
Peaches really wished she had some popcorn. It looked like there might be a show.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 6, 2009 3:43:01 GMT -5
Darius continued to stare, up, up, up at the man. The world was dark and ugly and it served this man right. That man. The man with the green hair. The horse, the mouse. "You're going to die," the ram said flatly. "You're going to die soon. You'll die poorly. And it'll be all of their fault." His ears suddenly twitched wildly. No, no, no, no, no! That man was here! He was disguised and here and it hurt. It burned his mind and he felt his tree dying all over. It died and woke and died and woke and there was nothing to make it better.
"You didn't hear them," he snarled with sudden animosity. "It was that man! That man with the green hair and his friend in red and they just stare and laugh at you with their angry smiles and the VIRGIN TEARS. GET AWAY FROM ME."
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 13, 2009 17:08:54 GMT -5
You're going to die..
The words felt like ice pressed against the Hisstor's back. What?
Virgin tears, man in green and man in red? What was this Avington on about? The way the Ram looked at him gave him chills for the first time since he'd been truly separated from his clan. Something about the way he stared...his voice seemed so sincere.
This had to stop.
His lip curled subconsciously as he activated a small ability and spat after the Ram.
"And who are you to utter such curses to one you've only just met, you mad dog?" He circled around so that he was in front of the Ram again. "You ought respect your superiors, look at me when I'm talking to you..."
Those eyes again, those damned eyes! He snapped upright and stared coldly at the man before him. "Verily, I make it so..."
An angry looking red stain suddenly spread across the ground between the two, and Finistris felt the grin pulling its way along his face as adrenaline rushed him.
Small Ability: Once a day, he is capable of causing a small mist to form slowly over the course of a minute, the mist will focus on an opponent if he can focus on their eyes. The mist is warm and once it begins to form, it cuts off all view of the rest of the world around the victim.
Moderate Ability: Once a day, he is able to cause the ground to change a dried, bloody red between himself and an opponent, simply by whispering the words "verily, I make it so". The ground will then begin to flake away if anyone other than the caster steps on it, slowly reducing itself to an incredibly slick surface that will spread up walls within a full minute. The surface does not affect that caster and causes most others to overbalance. Animal form can help one to stay a bit more on top of their situation, but many, especially if they try to move or run, will go sprawling. The spell lasts for a full three hours and spreads up to half a mile if the caster remains able to concentrate lightly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 13, 2009 23:58:40 GMT -5
Peaches could only guess at what they were really saying. She could barely hear from her place on the roof tops. Louder words were the ones she caught on the wind.
She did catch the yelling. Boy did she catch the crazy yelling. Peaches raised an eyebrow at the exclamation. Had the blue haired man even done anything to the ram? What the hell was going on?
She curiously leaned over the building as she watched the man converse with the Ram. It was frustrating not being able to hear them properly, maybe she should learn some magic to help with that? Or maybe she should use one of her abilities to get closer?
And then. Her other eyebrow went up in surprise at the sight of red. Her heart skipped at beat she stared at it. That.... that wasn't blood was it? Peaches choked back a gag, that came out as a rather loud whimper.
And yet she couldn't help but watch.
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Post by seraaches on Jan 14, 2009 0:05:43 GMT -5
The ram made a hissing sound as the blue-haired man suddenly stepped back in front of him. It wasn't what he was expecting, but, really, what was he expecting anymore? Nothing mattered! Nothing mattered anymore because the tree was withered and there was nothing left but death and decay!
The world was wet and dewy and warm and everything seemed to float away except the man before him. He didn't immediately notice the ground changing, though the snapping voice, the anger, caused a sudden change in the ram as well. He was suddenly cowering, head tucked down, ears quivering visibly from where they plastered down against his skull.
"I said no, I said no! I didn't want to tell; I didn't tell! But he was hurting me! What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to fight that!" The words, though wailed, were directed more towards the ground rather than at the man himself, but the Avington suddenly seemed to be trying to explain himself to the Hisstor before him.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 17, 2009 17:02:55 GMT -5
Small pieces of the ground before the two Cards began to flake away and roll lightly off like ash scattering in the wind. Finistris felt his heart rate increase with the promise of blood on the air. The man before him must be mad, look at him twitch! The Hisstor loved seeing those ears flatten in terror and the way his mouth pulled back, but those eyes had a flicker of something in them that he just couldn't stand...he wondered if it were an ability.
As it was...playing along with the Ram's speech might make him take an even stranger turn. Finistris couldn't help but wonder how far he could push the man before he killed him.
"You may not have wanted to tell but you did, didn't you? To think, I trusted you and look at what you've done!" He moved forward abruptly, moving to backhand the Ram across the face with his sharp, broken bone rings. "You should have fought them! Did you think I wouldn't have done so? Or that your love would have gone under as you did? Think what they must be feeling."
The last bit was a reach he knew, but surely this cursed Avington must love something.
Stepping back quickly, he snapped his fingers and activated another ability.
Small Ability: Once a day, he is capable of causing an opponent's body to shiver uncontrollably as though they were freezing. The spell will last up to a minute on any Card ranked King or lower, but only twenty seconds on Queens or Jokers. Many can still move while this is going on but not well. When coupled with his ground spell, they will have a hard time getting up at all.
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