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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 24, 2008 0:45:32 GMT -5
She needed to take a brief vacation from the courts. Otherwise she was going to explode and go on some sort of rampage. Thankfully she had some control of her emotions half the time. Then again if she hadn't she would have exactly like her father. Xiven really didn't know what to do with herself sometimes. As hard as she tried to be different from her parents, things could be linked back to them. There was something she had that her mother didn't. That was a particular gold strip along her back. She wanted to see why her mother was so inclined to wear her bindings. This place was dreary. She was happy that she had brought Fluffy along. Not like it was a choice... after being stolen like that the Queen wasn't about to let her Ace out of her sight. That didn't change much though. People were looking at her like she had three heads. So she didn't wear bindings, was it really that weird? Maybe she should find an inn... the carriage wasn't going to come back for a few days. |
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 24, 2008 15:31:32 GMT -5
 This particular town in Torquehelm seemed to have settled on a majority vote of being freaked out by the binding-less, green-and-gold-and-purple-marked Torquehelm/Corvie mix. Her sheer weirdness factor on most scales that people measured things by probably didn't help, and so there was a rather large personal bubble surrounding her as she walked slowly and dreamily along. At one point she started to turn another corner, as she had been doing on a fairly regular basis, when the silver bell around her neck rang pointedly. Helen promptly froze in place, and then turned away from the corner, giving it a wide berth as the silver bell once more became silent. Not that way, then. Bad things happened that way. Of course, the detour lead her to see the rather entertaining sight of someone from the Courts in the Torquehelm town. Not only that, but a someone who also lacked bindings (and wings, for that matter). How interesting. How very, very interesting. She stopped where she was, apparently ignorant of the fact that she was getting in the way of a few people, and stared intently at Xiven. [ooc: Hi. Have a creepy wanna-be/gonna-be seer staring at you. =D] |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 25, 2008 1:14:37 GMT -5
Xiven felt a chill, and slapped the back of her hand across her neck. That was a feeling she hadn't had in just about forever. She shook her head and glanced at Fluffy. She needed to think of a way to keep her safer... stupid people. Fluffy was more important to her than most people so... sigh.
Her ears twitched. It felt like someone was watching her. Like... they were staring a hole in the back of her head. More so than usual. She looked around, watching the other people and where their stares were going. So she wasn't the only one people were looking at?
It took her a way to piece all of the staring together. Her eyes finally saw the figure that was looking so intently at her in the distance. Green, purple, black, and not a single bit of white. There was no form of binding either.
Xiven found herself staring back.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 25, 2008 11:21:46 GMT -5
As soon as it was apparent that her interest had been found and returned, the deer nonchalantly approached the Queen, golden tail flicking occasionally (and drawing the usual mix of scared and awed whispers). Glassy purple eyes noted the rank with disinterest, before once more focusing on Xiven's lack of bindings. Unless, of course, earrings and a necklace were supposed to be bindings of some sort. Mother had broken handcuffs...but then again, he also had the tail-cuff with the piercing. So maybe the handcuffs didn't count.
"Amongst all those of bound mind and soul, you walk free and unfettered, open to the sky above you," she commented as soon as she got close enough, her voice the usual sing-song as she meandered through her words. "Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess; we seek it thus, and take to the sky. Ripple form on the water's surface; the wandering soul knows no rest." That was more of a quote than anything, lost words from an ancient epic poem.
[ooc: *sighs* First Angeal, and now Genesis. Helen likes Crisis Core too much.]
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 25, 2008 13:14:55 GMT -5
Xiven was at a loss. It wasn't every day someone walked up to you and started speaking in a sing song voice some random poetry. This place was a whole new level of weird. But... at least this person wasn't so depressed over absolutely nothing.
"You seem just as free," Xiven muttered. Probably much more, this woman seemed like she was on cloud nine. Or something else entirely. Either way, the feline couldn't ignore her, low ranking card or not. "And who exactly are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
She raised an eyebrow. She knew full well that absolutely no one knew that she was an active member of the courts. It's not like her name was well known for anything. She was still painfully young for a court member, but it wasn't every day such a low ranking card walked up to her like this.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 26, 2008 23:36:51 GMT -5
It was probably only an element of Helen's personality that she approached a Card with a much higher rank than she with absolutely no concern over the fact that Xiven could probably slaughter her easily, and get into absolutely no trouble for it. A Queen of Hearts, taking out a measly Four of Diamonds? Not at all a problem. Helen didn't seem to really care, though.
"I was born with no bonds of any sort, though it took some time for me to convince others of such a fact," she said dreamily, twitching her tail. Had she known the bindings that Xiven had sported before breaking free of them, she would have been highly amused; they'd been bound the same way before discarding the star manacles.
However, when asked about her identity, she looked utterly startled by the entire concept, as if it had never occured to her. It wasn't like she'd never been asked, though. Finally she gathered herself together to provide what would hopefully be a satisfactory answer.
"I am the seeker of dreams and the future. The blind seer Cassandra, though not nearly as doomed as that worthy person," she explained; she had become at least a little bit obsessed with the myth of Cassandra, if only because of the researcher who addressed her as such.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 28, 2008 23:25:37 GMT -5
"Cassandra?" Xiven repeated. This woman wasn't blind, she just seemed to be absolutely crazy. But in this place it seemed to be crazy or soul sucking depressed. She didn't want to deal with it either, but it wasn't like she was going to admit she was wrong and change her vacation plans.
"My name is Xiven." She said with her ears pulled back for a brief moment. "You wouldn't happen to know your way around this dreary place would you? I'm looking for an inn to stay in." One that doesn't consume living beings whole with the sheer force of angst, perhaps?
This was going to drive her insane. This was going to be the worst week in her entire life, wasn't it? Next time she would actually listen to her mother when she said "no, that's a bad idea." Argh. Maybe she should admit defeat and go home.
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Post by Shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 21:59:56 GMT -5
"It is a name." Not her name, but a name none-the-less. Not only that, but it was a name that she would respond to, which was better than some of the things she had been called in the past.
"I know this place as well as any might. Maybe not as well as some, though." Helen tilted her head to the side a bit. "Were we elsewhere in Torquehelm, I would take you home with me." Her mother would probably be intrigued by the noble - she assumed this was a noble, because of the fact that she bored a letter and not a number. Well, he'd either be intrigued or mortified that she'd dragged the woman home, like any child dragging in a stray animal and claiming, 'He followed me home! Can I keep him?' Only this was more than a random cat or dog.
"Are you coming, then?" She turned to take off, golden tail flicking like a flag to beckon the pure-blooded Torquehelm woman onward to...somewhere. Hopefully the inn.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jul 30, 2008 13:17:48 GMT -5
Xiven wasn't quite sure how to react to Helen. The girl was strange and now she seemed to be leading her around like a lost puppy or some such nonsense. However... this was as nice as people seemed to get around here. If she had bindings she imagined it would be a different story. Of course, she really enjoyed the fact that she was free of this depressing place.
That wasn't here or there. She had to pay attention. Taking a tight grip of Fluffy's leash she moved forward. "I'm coming, I'm coming." And the feline was really hoping that she would make it to the inn. This person just... could she really trust her? Then again it's not like a four of Diamonds could take her in a fight, she was sure of that, and it wasn't as if she had done something dangerous.
Maybe she should stop being paranoid and have faith in some people.
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Post by Shinigami on Aug 29, 2008 23:49:13 GMT -5
At first it seemed as if she actually was taking a fairly consistent path toward a particular destination. That path detoured when the silver bell rang again, and Helen promptly - without any warning at all, turned aside - from the initial path that she had been leading the Queen and her companion on. The deer detoured around a specific block of streets, shifting in toward the block and then back out again based off of when the bell rang or didn't ring. Faintly, over the sound of the usual dreary complaints in Torquehelm, came the distant cries of a fight of some sort.
It was undoubtedly dangerous, at least to a Four of Diamonds who had nothing more than her lack of bindings and odd reputation to preceed her, though a Queen of Hearts probably would have no trouble at all dealing with the perpetrators.
"What odd dreams have you dreamt, in your castle so high?" the deer asked absently as she circumnavigated the dangerous area. She didn't even seem to have noticed Fluffy's existence, as if the Ace were nothing more than yet another piece of luggage being carted around by the varuous visitors to the sleepy (and depressed) little town.
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