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Post by Vyn on Aug 13, 2008 20:29:56 GMT -5
Xiven would be wise indeed to keep Poe in her detached state, away from her rationality and that deeply ingrained sense of duty to her bindings. She was not free in any sense, not from the 'curse' of her people nor of her master. In all honesty, she was not even free in her own mind. Except, of course, when she drowned herself in her opiates and poppy seed concoctions where everything was light and unreal. Her bindings barely existed there and she would have no problem with parting with them there.
"The Palace of Hearts? I've never been there before. Never left these Woods, really." Which Woods she meant was hard to tell, but it was a trained sort of ambiguous; simple half-truths. "Or Corvistowne for that matter..."
The finch smiled back, feathers ruffling with brief happiness. She'd get to travel too! It was as she thought of traveling that the first inklings of nagging doubt began to pull at her. She was forgetting something, she simply knew it. Or, perhaps someone... For a moment Poe lowered her head to her wing, trying to think and failing.
Oh well.
"Cake? Yes, that'd be lovely."
(I'll have Imre briefly stick his nose into the thread in a few posts, so she can explain that she's going on a 'trip'. Being so tied to her family, I imagine it'd be odd if she vanished entirely. XD)
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 13, 2008 21:00:48 GMT -5
"Cake it is then," Xiven said waving a hand to one of the waitresses or whatever they were called in this cafe--coffee house place. The woman came over though, still staring at Xiven's lack of bindings. People just didn't get it did they?
"I'd like a piece of strawberry cake, and get this lovely lady whatever she wants." Xiven said smiling. She was on her best behavior, even though she would love to help so many Torques take off their bindings. However there was that stupid curse. In her opinion it didn't exist, and was just some crazy thing that her mother insisted on talking about. She could take off her jacket and it didn't kill her.
Her tail twitched happily when she was quickly presented with strawberry cake. Mmm. Sweets. It was the one thing that she adored but didn't let herself have very often. Today however, she had a lovely craving and was going to give in.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 13, 2008 21:32:28 GMT -5
Poe didn't often treated herself with sweets and cake, mostly because she couldn't afford it on her meager 'allowance', but Xiven was offering and she could only assume that it would be rude to deny at this point. As the waitress arrived, she smiled shy and ordered demurely. Nothing special or even that sugary, but still a delightful little splurge for the finch. Muttering quiet thanks on the return of the cake, Poe nibbled eagerly at her treat and listened as the next poet stepped up onto stage. She had originally intended to go sing, but she had forgotten all about that. "I haven't had cake in a long time... You're very kind, Miss Xiven." Poe smiled slightly, the expression awkward on the finch's features but growing more genuine the longer Xiven spoke with her. While the girls enjoyed their cake, Imre flew through The Wood to a small, isolated spot on the Border where he could slip into Torquehelm unnoticed. He never liked being noticed by any number of people, but he had a duty to his sister to make sure she didn't get 'lost' while chasing her dragon. Skulking through the late afternoon, the mixed region corvid made his way toward the coffee shoppe where Poe was supposed to be waiting.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 20, 2008 22:01:11 GMT -5
"I'm glad you think I'm kind," Xiven said happily before taking a bite of cake. For a place filled with emo people.... the cake was good. It was a pleasant surprise. Bad coffee, mopey people, depressing surroundings but fabulous cake. At least things were looking up.
She sighed when she finished her entire piece. She crossed her legs and set the fork on the plate with a slight clink of silver on china. The feline watched the bird in front of her. Those really were terrible bindings. How could she live with them everyday. Wasn't she in pain? Wasn't she terrified that she would move in just the right way that she would die?
Xiven found her ears pinned back to her head at the thought. Then a screechy poet managed to find their way on stage. Lovely. "Why exactly do you like this place, Miss Poe?"
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Post by Vyn on Aug 20, 2008 23:15:07 GMT -5
Poe was, in fact, in constant fear of moving just the right, or wrong, way and eventually ending her life with those terrible bindings. Of winding up like... The finch shook her head lightly, pushing those thoughts away as quickly as they had come. Now was not the time to think on such things. Xiven was changing it, wasn't she? Taking away that horrible nightmare...
"Why?" She lifted her gaze to the poet on stage, expression tinted with confusion. The screeching rhymes were callous in her ears, making her wince a little now that she was paying attention. "I... like to sing here sometimes." The finch smiled dreamily before her gaze rotated away from the stage and...onto a two-toned figure. "Imre?" She questioned a little, more to herself than anyone else.
Imre scanned the area quietly, glad that the shoppe was busy enough to keep from staring. The screechy poet was terrible, but he ignored them. If they made everyone's ears bleed for long enough then no one would notice him and stare... At last his gaze landed on Poe and she was...with a stranger. Slowly he made his way to the table, peering between the two of them. Don't stare, don't stare... "Hello Poe. How are you?"
She was still drinking her opium tincture, however, and that wasn't a good. She rarely came home at such a high state.
Poe paused, brows furrowing in thought. How was she? A smile abruptly touched the edges of her beak. "I'm going traveling with Xiven. Tell Parzifal not to worry."
Imre's gaze swung to Xiven, brow arching. "Traveling? ...Where are you going?" This question was directed more toward Xiven, curious to know what this woman had planned for his sister.
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Post by Kiki on Aug 22, 2008 8:12:39 GMT -5
Kari and Vyn receive 1 token each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe. This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe. Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 23, 2008 20:42:27 GMT -5
"You sing? Well that's interesting." Xiven said as her ears pulled back in protest. Good heavens, if this kept up she was going to throw the remainder of her coffee at that horrible poet.
What was with people and not quite respecting rank here? Whatever. It would happen often, she was sure. The feline eyed the boy up and down. Well he was certainly strange.. what was with his rank? "Maybe you should introduce yourself properly dear boy," Xiven said quietly as she sipped the last of her coffee. "But, I plan on getting those bindings surgically removed. I imagine that you can bind her again... less lethal this time."
The feline set her cup down. She had heard another name mentioned in the conversation. Was this Parzifel person a sibling as well? Oh dear, what had she managed to stumble into? Her tail swished as she switched her gaze to Poe. There was something weird about that boy. It was almost as if she was seeing double when she looked at him. But there was no point in making a big deal over it. "Your family is willing to let you leave for a short while, I hope?"
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Post by Vyn on Aug 23, 2008 21:38:29 GMT -5
The word 'lethal' was like a pebble letting loose an avalanche, filling Imre's mind with a flood of memories he longed to never think of again and warping the hunched form of his sister into a barely recognizable face. The avian shuddered, his feathers fluffing up at awkward angles.
"Less lethal." He murmured to himself, watching his sister's happy oblivion as she drank her opium concoction. There was no way he'd let her end up like mom, Parzi would understand and Vren...he'd cover for her. The adolescent crow shifted his posture and eyed the feline again, humbling himself a little for the Queen now that he was sure she didn't appear dangerous to Poe.
Years of working for Vren had him well trained in his manners when he felt the need to put them to use. "I'm Imre, Poe's brother, and it's a pleasure to meet you mean what you said. Excuse my rudeness, miss." The younger male offered the feline a bow, smiling awkwardly beneath his mask. What would he do if she didn't keep her word? There was no time to think on it. "I'll take care of arrangements at home, she can go."
Poe perked considerably to Imre's response, missing all of the ominous undertones the conversation had for her brother. She was lost in her own daze and quite happy there. "Thank you, Imre." She beamed happily over the edge of the cup, having long tuned out the poet. Maybe she would sing soon?
Silence caught Poe's attention at last, drawing her eyes to the now empty stage. The screechy rodent had finally stepped off and the stage was unoccupied. "Do I have time to sing before I go?" Her eyes lifted to Xiven, hopeful. The events of the evening had her feeling genuinely happy for the first time in...well, as long as she could remember.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Aug 23, 2008 22:03:40 GMT -5
"Of course you can sing if you like. We're not in any particular hurry as far as I'm concerned." Xiven said with a warm smile. She looked back at the boy. His reaction had been rather... odd. He probably had some sort of traumatic experience... who didn't in this place?
"Are you going to have a bit of tea or coffee?" She asked the boy. "You've come all this way, it would be ashame if you didn't take a break." Maybe that would cover up her previous transgression. She sighed. What was her issue with men anyway? She shook the feeling off as she traced her finger around the top of the coffee cup.
She wanted to hear what Poe was going to sing. Hopefully she had a pretty voice after that mouse-rat-whatever was on the stage her poor ears needed something that wasn't going to make them bleed.
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Post by Vyn on Aug 23, 2008 22:57:00 GMT -5
Imre, while he didn't like the prospect of lingering that long, slowly nodded to Xiven and hopped up lightly into a seat. He didn't touch Poe's opium mix, but did flag down a waitress for a cup of tea.
"I will stay a little while and listen to Poe, I think. She's got a very lovely voice." The bird smiled awkwardly, not at all sure how he should be treating this stranger. She seemed trustworthy, or...well, at least genuinely concerned about his sister's bindings. And her own were gone as well. Once more his feathers ruffled with unease but he smoothed them back into place fairly quickly this time. "May I ask how you met my sister..?"
Poe's smile blossomed into pure joy when she was allowed the time to sing as she had planned. Today was a good day. Which was somewhat sad, because she could not think of any truly happy songs verbatim. So, of course, she would have to settle for one of her older songs with a happier lilt. That would work.
So she shuffled carefully up on stage and settled down before the mic, not looking at the audience but feeling their half-interested gazes on her nonetheless.
"The valley green was so serene In the middle ran a stream so blue... A maiden fair, in despair, once had met her true love there and she told him... She would say...
'Promise me , when you see, a white rose you'll think of me I love you so, Never let go, I will be your ghost of a rose...' "
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