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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 16, 2010 2:45:08 GMT -5
Oh, Suits. Suits. There... There were no words. First her brother, and now... This was just... this was too much to take, and coupled with the sudden tight feeling in her own body... She let out a quiet whimper and gripped the bed tightly, unable to find the words to speak for a long moment.
She'd never been close to the newly-dead King, but he'd done a damn good job with what he did, and he'd always seemed like a good man. Now he was...
There was no way Ceren could stay in the room a minute longer. She took a few deep breaths to try and steady herself, then shook her head and stood. The... children? were being carted off to the bathroom to be cleaned off, and taken away from the corpses of their mothers. That was good. At least things were under control in one area. That way, she could take a moment to compose herself. She stepped from the room, leaned heavily against the wall, and took a deep breath.
At that moment, Yarrast emerged from the room as well, heading down a hall.
The dislike that she already felt for the man surged into suspicion, and frowning, the Sparrow turned to follow the man. The way he'd been looking at her made her feel uncomfortable, and she didn't like the way he was leaving the rest of the group. He didn't belong here.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 16, 2010 10:14:39 GMT -5
Mirriam blinked at her sibling. That was all the reaction he was going to get out of her in this state. She didn't wince, or get upset, or sickened, because she wasn't capable of any of those emotions right now. She merely nodded, and found it interesting that it should cause so little emotion in her sibling, as well. She made a note of that for later. "No. Birth is not supposed to kill the mother, and no one is supposed to explode." She blinked at it again, reaching out her wing claws for the towel. "And you're supposed to be a helpless baby. But a lot of things about this situation don't make sense."
He was also supposed to have a name. Mirriam was still working on that. She thought if she could get a theme going...it was part Highlander, so maybe some sort of gemstone or flower name? But most of those were too feminine. "What about Morgan?" she found herself asking, ears twitching. "For your name." It was a strong name, she thought. But if it wasn't well received she might put off the name search until she had her emotions back. Names could be emotional things, she reasoned.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 16, 2010 13:53:04 GMT -5
Awkward silence.
Ez gripped the mop handle tightly. "Ceren?" he said after a moment. He received no answer. Wasn't she just standing outside? The sparrow closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remain calm.
He poked his head out of the door. "Ceren?" he called again. There was no sign of her in the hallway. The sparrow's wings puffed up. He snapped the mop handle in furry, throwing it back into the room. He slammed the door shut storming towards the lady's room.
He tried to smooth out his feathers before walking in. Hopefully no one had drowned. "Ladies," he said before coming into view. It was enough of a warning. "We're going on a little field trip upstairs once you're all tidied up."
Gigi jumped at the sound of the sparrow's voice, and backed into the edge of the tub. She let out a small squeak of surprise before trying to compose herself. "Are you supposed to be in here?" she asked with a frown.
"No," said the sparrow flatly. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the girl that had destroyed his brother. "But today is a special exception. Considering I'm the only titled noble around. I'll be outside, please... hurry up."
He walked right back out of the bathroom and waited in front of the door.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 17, 2010 19:36:23 GMT -5
((The Palace seems colder than it did before, how...odd.
Unpleasant and almost downright chilly. Best dry those children off well.
A most bizarre sensation settles over everyone, a feeling similar to claustrophobia, though the determined can overcome it with ease, it doesn't mean that the discomfort goes away.
An odd sound, almost like the chiming of a bell rings out three times, and then ceases...the Palace of Diamonds donated its only large bell about 40 years ago when the bell-tower collapsed...
Yarrast hurried off down the hallway, unable to hear the following Bird due to his own hoofbeats.
Turning corners and walking quickly, he keeps his head hunched, almost...guiltily...
He trots up towards the Queens chambers...alone but for his follower...))
~Nathalia
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 20, 2010 16:09:07 GMT -5
Down one hallway and then another, Ceren followed after the Duram, her dislike of him growing by the minute. The way he'd looked at her before... It made her skin crawl. Of course, if any man had looked at her like that, she would have suffered a similar sort of feeling. This was just made worse by the way he'd done it in front of her family and friends, while one of her staff died - brutally - right in front of them. Her feathers bristled and she pocketed the feeling of malcontent, wanting to save it in case he turned and saw her.
As luck would have it, he didn't seem to notice her. It gave her a good opportunity to watch him. Everything he did looked suspicious, and he had no reason to be here.
Rage masked by a healthy dose of Diamond Charm, Ceren cleared her throat to get the man's attention. "Might I ask what business you have here?[/b]" She asked, managing to look completely calm despite her inner inferno.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 22, 2010 16:34:45 GMT -5
((Ceren and Yarrast have been called out of this thread temporarily. Continue on as you were without them and consider them missing for the time being...they'll be back.))
~Nathalia
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 24, 2010 0:22:53 GMT -5
"I feel like a helpless baby," it replied quietly, its voice regaining a slight tremble as it thought of... things. Memories. The only memories it had thus far. Gore and death and pain. Also kindness from its sister. It wasn't sure whether or not the world was supposed to be this way. As Mirriam said, a lot of things didn't make sense right now.
When she addressed it again, it realized that a choice was now in front of it and it paused to consider. Something told it that most people didn't have a hand in the choosing of their names, that they were simply given names. Along that vein, its sister was giving it a name, even if she phrased it as a question. It had no objections. Even if it did, it didn't think it would have spoken up about them.
"Morgan is me? I am Morgan?" It tested the sound hesitantly, listening to it echo slightly in the bathroom. It should moderate its volume more. "Yes. I am Morgan. Thank you, Mirriam." Then it thought a moment more, and suddenly it smiled. "We share a letter. Don't we? 'M' is a letter." Yet another thing that it just knew.
Suddenly, its head snapped around and it jumped a little. The bird had startled it. At this point, most things would startle it. They needed to leave this room? The washroom? Very well. 'Titled noble' meant that the Selkie had power. It shivered as it stepped away from the enveloping warmth of the towel, however soggy, and felt the chill seeping through its short fur. So cold. It didn't like that very much.
Cold and... and small. The room suddenly felt constricting. Its breath came more quickly and its eyes began darting from side to side. It would swear that the walls were moving. Closer. Breath catching in its throat, it began to slink out of the room. Eventually the slink became a skitter and then a run, unpracticed limbs propelling it out of the door and panting into the hallway beyond.
Not much better. Too close. Still too close. And that noise, what was that noise? It felt like it was... pressing. In. On its head. It whimpered and crouched low to the ground, wanting, wanting its sister to follow it out and wishing that it had waited before running.
"My name is Morgan," it said quietly and pitifully to Ez.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 24, 2010 9:09:03 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Mirriam told it solicitously, or as much as she could under the circumstances. No true feelings of pity stirred in her heart, but she knew that she needed to treat her sibling kindly. Interesting that, though a full-formed adult with an extensive vocabulary and at least basic knowledge, her sibling still should say that. How would it know what being a baby felt like, never having been one? Under normal circumstances, Mirriam might have asked such a thing, but at the moment she dismissed the question as a flight of whimsy that wasn't currently something to indulge in.
The fact that her sibling--Morgan--accepted the name she gave it didn't please her. After all, that was another emotion she was currently incapable of. But it was useful. It meant that the subject of names was out of the way and they could focus on other things. At Morgan's observation, Mirriam forced a smile, again using her charm to make it seem less fake. "Yes, that is true. I hadn't considered it," she told Morgan honestly, helping it to dry off a little more.
It was that moment that the Sparrow chose to enter the room, and Mirriam turned to nod to him. "We were done anyway," she told him, uncaring of the fact that he shouldn't be in this room. She turned to Morgan, only to see it dart off like a shot. Her face had resumed its blank, emotionless expression, but she didn't want to get separated from her sibling. She launched herself into the air, a bit clumsily, slipping on the wet floor once and being slowed down a little.
As she fluttered out of the room after Morgan, she was aware of two things. First, there was the fact that it was suddenly colder. Her mind quickly traced this to its logical conclusion, and figured that they should be careful of the wet newborns. However, she could find no reason for the sudden change in temperature. Yet. If it didn't make sense, she must make sense of it. After all, this Palace was her home, and she should therefore help to fend off any threats to it.
The feeling of claustrophobia didn't actually affect her as such, considering that the powerful spell she was still under blocked it out. But she felt...something. Not an emotion, not fear or paranoia, but just a sense that suddenly, the room was smaller around her. Which didn't make much sense, as Mirriam looked around and...it looked exactly the same size as it had a moment before.
The Bat landed close to Morgan and shook the feeling off. "Morgan," she said, this time not suffusing as much charm into her words to make them a tiny bit harsher. "Please do not run off without me. It isn't safe here right now."
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Post by The Jenn on Dec 24, 2010 12:25:23 GMT -5
"Yes, Mirriam," Morgan responded in a dry whisper, the feeling of closeness impossible for it to ignore. Its breath felt stuck in its throat and it couldn't understand why. It just knew that the hallway seemed a lot narrower than it had before, tall and narrow and it wished it could fly up where there was more air.
And suddenly it realized that it could. It floated upward jerkily, like a balloon released from a string, and had to stop itself before it slammed into the ceiling. Which seemed a lot closer too, now that it was higher. There was no escaping the long, narrow box of this hallway. It landed gracelessly and shook. "It is not safe because it's shrinking and dark and cold?" it asked, the trembling equal parts fear and cold. "What does the noise mean? Is that a bell? I know about bells. Who's ringing it? Are there other people here right now? Where... where are they?"
The floodgates of questioning closed as quickly as they'd opened, with the 'child' seeming taken aback by its own sudden outpouring of confusion. Why weren't there any lights? Why was it so cold?
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 24, 2010 14:01:14 GMT -5
Ez found himself waiting outside of the bathroom with his arms crossed. When he leaned against the wall he felt the chill, a shiver escaping him. His feathers puffed up at awkward angles as he felt like the walls were closing in on him.
He'd never been claustrophobic before. The sparrow didn't intend to be so now.
He snapped his head around when the young canine stumbled out of the bathroom. "Oi," he said as he looked at the little skittish boy. "Be a bit more careful would you?" He half muttered. Of course Mirriam followed shortly after and the gender-queer canine flooded her with questions.
His feathers fluffed out again at the sound of the chiming. What the hell was going on?
The giraffe was wobbly on her legs as she felt something awful. A chill followed by the bathroom attempting to crush her. She let out an utterly terrified cry as she watched the newly dubbed Morgan run out of the bathroom, followed by the bat.
She choked back her complete and utter panic and followed slowly behind them. Her ears twitched as she peered out of the bathroom door. The sound of bells chiming as she did. Bells?
Gigi slowly weaseled her way close to the sparrow. He said he was titled and important so.... he was safe right? He'd make the walls stop wanting to close in. And he was probably warm right? And he was related to Mommy.
Ez choked back all of his fears and worries and held back the giraffe slightly when she was practically trying to get on top of him. He didn't need an invasion of personal space right now. "We need to go to the Queen's chambers. I don't know what's going on but it's nothing good. We haven't had a bell tower in 40 years or so."
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