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 Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 12:51 pm
"Because theres something for me to investigate." Emily told her, moving about the place, looking to the walls, pews, all the idols and windows.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 1:09 pm
Casting her gaze to the small alter, nodding her head. She didn't know what the other woman spoke of, however it was not her place to be sticking her nose. "Hai...." Her words trailed off as her mind became lost in thought. Within moments, after regaining her senses, Kitara turned back to Emily, a small smile upon her face, "But please, not in here. This is not a place to be picked apart by the minds and eyes of another. It is a place that can only exist so long as you believe."
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 10:44 pm
"Hense why i am investigating it." Emily said, promptly. She continued to look it over. Bricks..alters..pews and statues.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 11:18 pm
"Then it will crumble." Her voice rang out hollowly through the small space. Taking a seat before a long burnt out candle, she smiled softly, her gaze lost in the old scorch marks, caused most likely by someone leaving the candle to burn itself away. Fingers gently caressing the cold stone, her movements grew soft and heartened, "I will not let you prod at my Sanctuary for your own benefits. Whatever curiousity you hold for this phantom structure I suggest you dismiss it quickly, Emily. This is not a place to pick apart by curiousity. It is a place for release, and if you cannot do that, then you are of no use to it, and shall be expelled from its depths."
Drawing back her hand, she placed it behind her back, taking in a deep breath, the walls of the structure seemingly doing the same. Eyes closed tight, yet her senses alert. "It has a heart." She murmured softly, "A core. Yet it does not illuminate warmth, like the hearts of a human. Instead it releases a cold chilling breeze; an awing sense of power. So reguard your steps with caution, Ms. Emily." The last words hung heavy with an odd feeling that was hard to place. Perhaps a feeling of knowing, or a feeling of cautiousness, or perhaps neither. Whatever it was, it's words held a double edged meaning, to an already dark story.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 7:51 pm
"So you tell me not to investigate it, and you give me more riddles? hell, if in going to be expelled, i dont care. I think its worth it."
Emily was being...oddly arrogant, as she bustled about, taking notes, the paper, of which was glowing. She continued to write, peek, move, touch, even smell the sanctuary, the air. What was it about this hole anyway?
(((P.s: ms? XD))
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 8:16 am
Gently rubbing her furrowed brow, Kitara stood. Taking a firm grasp of Emily's arm, the woman sent her a cold, chilling glance. Her grip grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment the other woman refused to listen to her. Softly, she spoke. Something was different about her; almost as if something inside of her... had died. "This is your last warning Miss Emily. Leave my sanstuary in peace... or get out and never come back." Threw clentched teeth, Kitara spoke the last words. With a heave, she let go of Lush's arm, pushing her hard over onto the floor and resuming her seat. Drawing her knees up, she hugged them close to her, resting her head atop them lazily. "I do not come into your home and begin poking and prodding everything and anything."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:10 pm
Emily quickly turned her arm out of her grasp, and grabbed hers, twisting it behind her back and pushing her to the ground. "Dont touch me." She told her, with a snap. "I didn't touch you. How can you OWN a sanctuary? huh?" Both the ears atop her head were pure black, the pen in her hand nearly brok in the grip. "You have NO authourity over me, understand? Noone does, especially not you."
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 5:01 pm
"Then get out." Came a soft gentle reply; several drops of liquid hitting the cold stone below. Her body remained silent, and she made no attempt to remove herself from the position the other woman had place her in, yet something was wrong. Different. Again her voice rang out softly, barely above a whisper, "Get out of my..." Catching herself she shook her head and continued, "Just get out." Slowly raising up, she released herself from Lush's hold, pushing her out of the way and taking a step forward. As Kitara glanced at the woman, her eyes were hidden behind the locks of hair that hung over them; tear stains aparent on her cheeks. "If you cannot respect my simple requests, then get out Emily.... Please." With that she raised her right arm, motioning to the exit that stood behind the woman.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 6:56 pm
"Dont worry, ive finished my notes" Emily chuckled, waving the sparkling paper near her, then running out the exit with a laugh
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 8:54 pm
As the other left, the woman seated upon the church pew clentched her fit in rage. What gave her the right to come in, acting like she owned the place, defiling the very essences of the place she called her Sanctuary. Releasing her clenched fist, Kitara waved her hand soluemly (spelling), the alter and the room she sat in vanishing. Now she stood in the small courtyard that had been located just before the entrance to the small building, the cobble stone beneath her shoes seemed to bother her. Letting the wind course through her long locks, Kitara embraced the cold chill that blew through her so easily.
After several moments she opened her eyes, a dark glaze casting over them. The secrets of her Sanctuary could never be captured on a piece of parchment, be it magical or not. For the hidden words that lay within were buried in a place to which only she knew and could gain access to.
Satisfied, knowing that the other knew nothing, she re-supposed her new found home, entering it's cold, death coming gates with open arms.
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 6:38 am
((And yet you cal it a sanctuary? XD
Oh, just so ya know, its sparkling from investigative magic, and to protect it from fire. ^^))
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 3:10 pm
((Ooc: A Sanctuary is a place considered to be Holy to some and it provides a place of security for those in need. Yet, to each person, it is different; in this case, it is not a warm sparkling house, with candles and banners adorning every square inch of the grounds. It is a house adorned in the sins of the world, the darkness of our hearts, yet it still provides comfort and security.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 8:10 am
((True, though having it being cold as stone, and death greeting you at the doorway, i wouldent call that comfort and security...ya know?))
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 4:05 pm
((Ooc: Hehe, I suppose for most that would be the common reaction and feeling.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 7:00 am
((Ooc: The only people i have met who find death and coldness "comforting" Either love pain, are now in a mental institution, are seriously annoying emos, or all three at once.
The thought of death isnt a conforting one, considering most people are in a lot of pain before they die, and they dont even know whatcomes after death. Most people think its heaven, or ultimate peace.
I died once. (apparently) I didn't see any heaven.
What a rip off. >.>))
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