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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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 Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 7:45 pm
{{sorry, waiting for Cyane to reply, can't really do much right now.}}
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 7:18 pm
{{It's fine, I know how you feel.}}
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 8:28 pm
 Sugar and Swords  "Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.” ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
ぷ Too much unwanted attention was given to the book he was holding. Though he tilted his head at Miss Adalia's offer. Oh, it seemed that Azayel had told her about him buying those clothes too. Well, it seemed like they were going to receiver a better living if they wanted to or not.. that was an opposite to some idiot masters and mistresses. Another reason as to why he was curious about Miss Adalia and stayed curious. Blinking out of his land of thoughts, he heard her comment. Oh. It must've been the side affects of using so much major magic again after so long. It was strange to have someone care for his being...
Cyane's eye narrowed only a fraction when he noticed her raise her hand as if to take his temperature, but then held it out for the book he still held. Err, it seemed he would be paid back even if he didn't care if he was or not. Miss Adalia was a new element that made him to be off balanced and act slightly different from usual. "Don't worry for me Miss Adalia, I'm tougher than how I may appear," he teased lightly and reluctantly handed the book over. "Of course, if you would be so kind to. Thank you very much," he told her with a small smile. Ahh, so strange. He was off balanced right now from the combination of being a little tired and Azayel's and Miss Adalia's interesting personalities. At least things were more interesting this way. ぷ ╚══════════════════════════════════╝ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ...I'm no different from you.
I just express my insanity more clearly~!
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 8:46 pm
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 9:16 pm
Adalia Carmen Kaumudi ~ Mistress ~ Shapeshifter  In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pure light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart… Adalia gave a small frown when he said he was fine, but didn't want to piss him off and simply nodded. "Alright. And you're welcome." At least they woud be back home soon, where he could rest. She nodded again when Azayel said he was eager to see their home, smiling and following him to the register. "Of course, I'd like to get back myself." She said, passing the books to the cashier and paying for them quickly, taking the bag he handed her and ignoring the blatant staring he was doing. She had become used to the strange looks she got for her companion, and at this point it was as normal as eating breakfast.
She wondered what Azayel and Cyane would think of their new home as she walked towards the exit and her car, her mind wandering over what she did know about them sofar. They were both very interesting characters, but she didn't quite have her finger on them yet - they kept throwing her for loops. As they neared the car, she thought back to Azayel's face after he got out of the jeep and decided to drive a bit tamer this time, for his sake. …When the sun is gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 10:09 am
 [[ NOT just anyone can do it like THIS! ONLY MAYUKI!!! }} He was bored out of his mind. The catnip given to him had long since made it's way through his digestive system and now the small framed elven boy was sprawled along the bottom of his cage. He was facing up and slowly but surely counting the bars above his head in any language he could think of and some that he just made up on the spot. His ears twitched at the sound of someone coming closer to him and he turned his head to look up at him returning the bright smile with a somewhat restrained one. "Sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm Mayuki... some just call me Ginger."
He moved to sit cross legged his striped stockings somewhat dirty from sitting on his cage. They were gartered to a par of black shorts with a s**t tank top to finish off his look. He tilted his head and his nose twitched as he sniffed the male... 'serpent' was what his cat mind told him and he almost instantly felt like he should look where he stepped. "So, do they let snakes have pet cat's now?"" he grinned trying to make it a joke, but he seemed somewhat bitter about being a pet to any male.
Couldn't he get some hot chick or something, yesh!
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 1:08 pm
Narada (Nara) Holt Lowell ~ Master ~ Snake Demon  So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval… Nara could feel his snake slither up his arm as Mayuki introduced himself, and pulled back his hand when the other man didn't shake it. He nearly chuckled at the position he was in, sprawled out on the ground like that, and let his eyes look him over swiftly, from his striped stockings back to his crystal blue eyes. The ginger was very good-looking, but he cared more about personality. He noticed Mayuki's nose twitch and the man seemed to suddenly tense. Nara knew he must of smelled what he was, and his face fell slightly. He was hoping that he would be the one he bought, but he didn't want to buy someone who feared and was suspicious of him. He disliked walking on eggshells, and didn't want others to have to do it around him; especially not someone he would spend lots of time with.
Nara heard the bitterness in the man's voice and frowned slighty. "I must say, I do not see any person as a pet. But yes, I am a snake demon. You say you are a cat but you don't seem to be a neko. If you don't mind me asking, what are you exactly?" He asked, trying not to offend him. He felt his snake move in his clothing, sliding over his shoulder to peek out of the collar of his shirt at Mayuki. He reached up to absently stroke along the reptile's scales as it coiled loosely around his neck, resting its narrow head on his shoulder to inspect the male before them. He joined the creature in doing so, glancing at his collars and charms as an after-thought. He didn't really care about the labels, just about the individual before him.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 1:19 pm
[[ NOT just anyone can do it like THIS! ONLY MAYUKI!!! }} Flicking a strand of bright orange hair from his face he tucked it behind his pointed ear. He watched the other male awkwardly reclaim his hand and smiled behind his hand, he had seemed so sure of himself a minute ago. Ginger liked putting people off balance it was amusing. Plus, he didn't want to try and place his arm past the bars in front of his cage. They ere made of silver to keep him from just reaching up and breaking open the lock. Still, he felt a little bad about how he was acting and so decided to give the male a bot of a benefit of the doubt... maybe he wasn't gay.
The comment about no person as a pet bumped the male up at least 10 points in his book."I am a were-tiger. We're rare so I don't mind you asking exactly." He twirled a lock of his hair in his finger and moved closer but not enough to touch the front bars. "Sorry about leaving you hanging before... the front bars are silver and I don't want to touch them." He wrinkled his nose at the bars like they were the worst thing he could imagine. Curiously his eyes followed the others arm up until he noticed the snake on his shoulder.
Well, no master had really been so nice to him before... "Who's your friend?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 3:04 pm
Narada (Nara) Holt Lowell ~ Master ~ Snake Demon So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval… Nara was suprised, he had know there were many types of were's, but had not know that tigers were included. He was impressed, and smiled lightly when Mayuki played with his hair. That explained the color. He listened attentively as the other man spoke, noticing the look of hatred he gave the metal between them even as he moved closer. "I understand. Wouldn't want to cause you pain over a frivolous formality." He said, finding he liked the tiger. There was something playful about him that struck him right, but also something closed that hooked his curiosity. He watched as the ginger's eyes traveled up his arm and spot his tiny companion, running his fingertips over the snake's scales again out of habit."This is Poison Ivy, but I usually just call her Ivy. Had her for six years now." He said, smiling warmly at the thought. He couldn't look at her, since the snake was still around his neck. "She's a vine snake. She very friendly." He told Mayuki, beckoning the snake back down his arm. She slithered down to puddle in his palm, her tail wrapped around Nara's wrist. He slowly put his arm through the bars so as not to spook Mayuki, reaching in far enough that he wouldn't have to be too near the silver and hurt himself, but could still inspect the small snake. Ivy lifted her head to look at the were-tiger, her tiny eyes looking him over curiously.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:14 pm
 When she finished, he looked over to the shoe store, thinking as he ate. He liked to take his time and eat, so she finished before him. He nodded his head to her when she said that plain sandals were okay. "No. I was only giving examples. You'll need real shoes," he informed, then finished up his food and threw the wrapper in the trash. "Come on. After this we will be heading to my house," he said. (OOC: Bad, bad, bad case of writer's block for me. Very sorry.)
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Nicolai the Necromancer Crew
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 10:17 am
 ₳ᶽᶏʮέʅ Ḁɨȡᶒɲɳ Ɖịᵯᵼϯґἷ  Azayel's smile soon turned into a determined grimace as soon as he stepped out of the store. He was sure that if Adalia and Cyane didn't have a problem that he wouldn't either. He made sure to measure his breathing and concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other. He kept on with this until he reached the doors at which they had entered. When he smelled fresh air tainted with car exhaust and smoke he relaxed visibly and slumped his shoulders. Damn, it was going to take a while to get used to that kind of hell.
Azayel walked slowly towards the door to the car. He wasn't eager to be in that damned thing either. He sighed and opened the car door behind Kona and slumped into the seat grabbing a hold of the handle of beside him. He closed his eyes and listened to the car engine start up and prepared himself for the whiplash of the swinging of the car. It didn't though and he opened one of his eyes to see if he was dead yet. But to his surprise, no, he was still alive and the car was being driven civilly. He smirked " Thank you, Miss Adalia." As soon as he said that he closed both of his eyes and wondered what his new home would be like. It would be a totally different experience for him to have his own room, well, actually to have a room in general. Usually, he was kept in the basement with other slaves or just by himself. He hadn't had very many kind masters, and they didn't like the fact that he had a temper or a smart-a** sense of humor.
As his mind traveled to his smart-a** sense of humor he looked up at Cyane and Adalia. " So, back to our game. Miss Adalia, you said in the shoppe that you were a shape shifter, what can you shift into, and if i'm not being too bold, Do you have any other abilities that tie with the shifting?" He had been wanting to ask that question since the slave shoppe and has been dying to know the answer ever since. He wondered idly if she also had any other abilities. A good example of having abilities that tie with what you are was his illusions that he was able to cast.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 6:42 pm
Sugar and Swords "Come play with me!
For boredom is what causes me to get into trouble~..."
“I am the one with only one eye and sees through your illusions.
For I wish to know the truth.” ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ╔══════════════════════════════════╗
ぷ It was nice to get out of the mall, people were always so pushy. And he knew that would annoy him greatly if he stayed in there for too long. Though Cyane glanced over to Azayel when they got into the parking lot. It made him want to laugh lightly at how Azayel was dreading the ride to where ever Miss Adalia's home was, but he kept a lid on it and looked away content on just seeing the distress. Once he got in the car, he leaned back to just enjoy the ride, no matter how it ended up.
This time, it seemed that Miss Adalia had taken into account how Azayel had ended up last time and drove more smoothly. Well, that's too bad. He glanced over when Azayel asked Miss Adalia an interesting question. Hmm, that was a good question. Buuuut, he needed to do two last magic tricks. More like one actually.. if he thought about it anyways. Ignoring Azayel, he unlatched his cane and pulled out the sword very slightly. There was a soft white glow coming from his sword before he put it dimmed and he put it back. All he had done this time was a smaller magic 'trick' that didn't make his lost eye start to glow. This included making his book go from being in the bag to being stored by his sword.
If he ever made his sword become a room, it would be vast and filed with so many things. Ranging from memories to clothes to books to money. But he never would make such a room appear, for it would make everything of his too vulnerable. Only within his cane/sword did he believe them actually safe. Hmm, he seemed to have spaced out while looking out the window. Nothing to do while a bit weary. He guessed that this was the result... ぷ ╚══════════════════════════════════╝ ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎ ...I'm no different from you.
I just express my insanity more clearly~!
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:45 pm
Adalia Carmen Kaumudi ~ Mistress ~ Shapeshifter In the moonlight I felt your heart
Quiver like a bowstring's pulse
In the moon's pure light, you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart… Adalia was driving calmly, trying to keep her road rage in check. Azayel obviously appreciated it, and thanked her. "Well no one likes to be sick. I hate being dizzy or sick to my stomach myself, and as they say, do onto as to other you want them to do onto- OH YOU DID NOT JUST CUT ME OFF YOU ******** JACKASS!" She started calm, but her temper got the better of her and she ended up screaming at the mustang in front of her, nearly rear-ending them. She quickly got herself back under control, though a muscle in her cheek was twitching dangerously. She headed out of the city, happy to be on the deserted roads that led to her comfy home. When Azayel got back on the topic of their little game, she smiled to herself.
"Well I can shift into any animal I wish, and also just about anything with a vertebrae. Everything from dragons to dogs. I can turn into things like snails, but I prefer not to. Can't shift into anything inanimate, either. It also gives me the ability to talk to just about anything while in human form - I could speak to Kona in his own language if I wish. I usually do when people aren't around - they find it kind of unnerving. May I ask your abilities?" She explained, making her way down a few more back roads before turning into a long dirt driveway. She pulled up to a large log house, surrounded by woods. There was a deck wrapped around it, and perched on the wood and wrought iron railing was a large fluffy black cat, who yawned at the sight of the car.
Adalia got out of the car, happy to be home. She unleashed Kona, who proceeded to go running towards the feline and jump up to lick it. The cat leapt off the banister and trotted away from him and towards the car, obviously irritated. Kona took it in stride, though, and jogged around the immediate area, sniffing things and re-marking his territory. Adalia leaned down to give the cat a scratch behind the ear before turning to Cyane and Azayel. "Welcome home." She said simply, jingling her keys in her hand and heading towards the door, unlocking it and holding it open for them to enter. The cat rubbed on the men’s legs before heading inside, Kona following close behind. …When the sun is gone I see you
Beautiful and haunting, but cold
Like the blade of a knife, so sharp and so sweet
Nobody knows your heart. {{{Shall we start posting in my home thread?}}}
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2011 8:06 pm
 §Shizuo Usami§
»...Am I just a piece of meat to you...«
It is true that I have had heartache and tragedy in my life. These are things... A few guards escort a boy with long yellow hair back to his cage. As he walks back he doesn't look up and he doesn't talk. He accidentally trips and falls over a crate because he was not looking. The guards growl at him and he turns around quickly and growls back. The take their whips out and the boys eyes widen. He quickly scrambles up and runs into his cage. The guards laugh as he sits down in his cage. A dog bed sits in one corner and a stack of used coloring books in the middle. His cage was fairly large as he was one of the slave traders most prized slaves. He walked over the coloring books and rips a sheet out of it. He folded a paper airplane and threw it. It Flew pretty well until in hit a guard. The guard looked down at the paper plane and crushed it into the ground. The boy flinched and sighed. Ever since he came here, there was not much he could do. Anything he tired to do was stopped by the guards or the slave trader master would take it away in fear that he might hurt himself. The boy laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky. He finally got moved to an outdoor cage and he was happy because of that. He hated the dark, damp room that he was kept in before. The sun rays hit his skin and almost shine off of him. The boy really wanted to leave the market just so he wouldn't have to deal with the slave master anymore. He was sick of being treated like a blow up doll, being used for pleasure when ever he wanted but then thrown back into storage for later. "why can't someone pick me out sooner..." The boy sighed and closed his eyes taking in the suns rays. ..none of us avoids. Suffering is the price of being alive.
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Disguise The Frailty Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:33 pm
Dimitrius Aisling 
Another day in this carnival of souls
Another night's sands end as quickly as it goes
The memories are shadows, ink on the page
And I can't seem to find my way home
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Today Dimitrius woke up and just stayed there in his four poster bed. He glanced at his lavishly decorated room and thought of all of the things he had inherited from his parents that he could barely remember. He hated all of this. It was too predictable for him to get out of bed, to get dressed in his usual formal attire and then head downstairs and have an empty conversation with some random servant who wanted nothing to do with him. He wanted a companion, a friend to break this routine of his that he had developed over the years. He really had nothing to do with the outside world anymore, as most immortals tend to do he lost himself in his own world, preferring to pretend that the world around him was not evolving. He soon placed the black comforter away from him and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He wondered what kind of a person he would like to have around this house to fill the empty space that he had created. He contemplated this as he slipped out of his black pajama pants and into some black slacks, a white button down shirt, black socks and a pinstriped vest. He would like someone the exact opposite of him, someone outgoing some one playful. He smiled to himself as he put on a black tie. Dimitrius walked across his room, past the antique oak dresser and vanity to his gilded mirror. The mirror was barely able reflect his six foot three figure. He looked from his lengthy black hair to his violet eyes who defined what he was and wondered if he could really make someone happy. He sighed and put a hand on the mirror, suddenly exhausted thinking about this weighty concept. He was jerked out of his trance with a knock on the door. "Master, you are late to breakfast." said the servant on the other side of the door. Dimitrius sighed yet again, and walked past the servant " I won't be having breakfast today, thank you. But would you be so kind as to arrange for a chauffeur to take me to the slave shoppe today." As he walked down the marble staircase that wound it's way to the first floor and reached for his shoes he heard a stammered "Y-yes, sir."As they pulled up to the shoppe, he pulled back his lip in disgust. It wasn't as kept up as he was hoping for and prayed that the slaves in the shoppe weren't the same. He stepped out of the car and walked into the shoppe. He gazed across the cages and the disgusting guards and found a spark of interest in a human with long blonde hair laying down in his cage. Dimitrius walked up to the cage quietly, as not to disturb the boy. He eyed the boy wondering if this could be the companion he was searching for. " Young Man, are you awake?" he asked quietly in his tenor voice.
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