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 Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:14 pm
T U R N . O N E
S E T T I N G
At the behest of invitation of archaic paper and ancient script,
humans trekked an hour north of La’To towards an old house. Their only
direction was to find the Victorian Light and follow its path.
That path led to an old house that stood on a hill overlooking the city.
Her front doors were thrown wide, the large gas lamps on either side of the grand
entrance hissing a merry welcome to any that dared step upon her porch.
A step through the doors and the humans were inside a shop.
Mundane jewelry with an eerie glow and potion bottles that seemed to sink into the
shadows lined the shelves that hugged the walls. And things in cages that moved around,
baby chicks and wriggling worms, mingled with the ever present hiss of the gas lamps that
burned on the walls, casting shadows on the humans that milled around the showroom.
But one set of shadows never moved, no matter how the light from the lamps was cast.
These shadows bubbled and turned upon themselves, looking for the world like a dark cloud
in the corner. They were dense, almost as though they could be touched if one reached out a hand.
And they were nestled around a circular table draped in red cloth where a never ending supply of
champagne flutes and coffee mugs appeared next to platters of delicate pastries of honey and strawberry,
tempting morsels of ginger and chicken, and light sandwiches of cucumber and watercress.
And once every few seconds, one of the lamps would give a
startlingly strong hiss and a puff of smoke would rise to the ceiling. And with that hiss
and puff came the aroma of flowers and fruit left in the sun for too long.
The aroma wrapped around everything in the shop, including its owner.
The proprietor was modestly attired, clothes of rich brown and a mantel of living metal
wrapped around his shoulders. He sat on his counter, watching every movement with violet
eyes that were wreathed in green and madness. His hand would flex from time to time,
the lamp light reflecting off the metal surface that seemed to shine of anticipation.
And it was only when that flash of light happened did people truly look at the diminutive...creature.
His left arm was entirely metal, yet it moved as though it were flesh. And not just his hair was green,
but there were thin flashes of the color across his tanned skin and a scar on his left
temple that all glowed a maddening green. He smirked at everyone, the corners
of his fangs just visible in his smile. And every so often, he let out a low purr of enjoyment.
Suddenly, the clock hanging above the doors began to chime. It struck not the hour,
but the moon. And at its final note, the doors swung closed and shut with a decided clang,
sealing those who had come inside the store, and those who were late outside.
And the lamps burned on, their hiss and pop ever present in the closed room.
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d i r e c t i o n s
1. What you post next will be the response to the TURN 1 prompt.
What you want to do is introduce your human and put them into the
scenario, and react to the situation. So basically make them exist.
2. You will have 50 minutes to write up your response.
The deadline is 8:50 p.m. EST.
3. You do not have to write a lot. Quality over quantity,
and feel free to be creative.
4. Only use size-11 black font when responding.
Good Luck!
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:31 pm
Sheesh. Did all Dark Nights happen in awesome places? That was the thought that ran through Noctis's mind as he stepped into the store. Noctis ran his hand through his raven black hair, scratching his head. Sure, this place wasn't full of mechanics he could study.. but it was full of damn good stuff to create things with. Perfect place for material hunting. Why this place had never been mentioned before.. Noctis would surely have to visit this place again. If he could find it. It was hard enough finding it the first time.
He got lost a few times. That certainly wasn't because of the interesting places on the way.. And Noctis certainly hadn't stopped to buy snacks. Of course not. His hand clenched around the gummy worms in his pocket. Although he wasn't sure he wanted to eat those gummy worms, considering the mass of wiggling worms in the cage near him.
Oh, disgusting.
He reached out to touch a mysterious bottle, hand jerking back as a hiss sounded near him.
His eyes stared ahead, dragged away from staring at the items, at the proprietor. His eyes widened, questions unraveled in his head. Why did that man have the metal arm? -- Scratch that question, how the hell did it work? The human world, the present now, didn't have the technology to suffice that could attach a metal arm. He had to figure out how that worked. Perhaps it was demon technology. Oh, how that sounded so heavenly. He wanted to take it apart and examine it down to the last screw. Although the proprietor might not appreciate that.
Also.. Someone had a little too much make up on. Sheesh, why would a male put on make up? Who would he put on green make up? Only then, did Noctis realize his hair was green. Oh. Ouch. Noctis wasn't one for fashion statements BUT HIS HAIR WAS GREEN. Fashion killer right there. Was that natural? And that smirk.. How he wished he had a napkin to wipe it off his face. No use standing there like a doofus though.
He would get his chance to ask that man. About the arm. Or preferably to take apart his arm.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:33 pm
Slender fingers clutched the slip of parchment, thumbs nervously rubbing out creces. Troubled honey hues looked at the parchment then back up around the quiet streets; shivering as the wind swept up. Those eyes then looked upon the old victorian home, deep emotions stirring beneath liquid orbs. Suddenly a heel was scuffled into the packed dirt, the scrap stirring the human slightly. Footsteps were hesitant; nervous as the steps were climbed in even but shy strides. Feeling the final sweep of the wind, the delicate hand swept the soft whispy blonde locks from the fair freckled face.
Aubrey Foren took a few steps into the eerie in home shop, as he tried to build his courage. Worried hands twisted the parchment; any attachment or respect for the slip of paper lost as the young man walked among the oddities of the store. The slip of paper had been found wiggled between an old book someone had dropped at his store. His store, which consisted of ancient texts his uncle had collected in his years of travel and of donations from regular patrons, sold and traded rare and collectable books of all kinds. Since his uncles passing, all books came through Aubrey before they were catalogued and assigned to its place in the store. However, this one book, which wasn’t covered in as much dusts as his books normally here; was nestled misfiled among old cooking recipes. The book looked as if it should be filed among the occult, however when he went to place it there the slip of paper trickled out. Then after looking at the slip, something compelled him to go to the destination as whispers of the town’s folk struck his interest. Of strange meets with things that were dark and evil, defiantly not something young Aubrey was normally drawn to. Though as of late, different feelings, dark feelings were competing him now though his nerves would never be diminished by whatever was driving him.
The young man jumped when the door slammed behind him, whirling around to see the doors were closed. His honey hues were wild as his heart fluttered furiously in his chest, his pink tongue darting out to wet suddenly chapped lips. Something felt unsettling in his gut as he turned and looked at the man at the counter. Straitening out his long brown coat, the bookish looking man calmed himself and tried not to make a spectacle of himself. There wasn’t any immediate danger, though Aubrey was confident in his ability to keep himself sane among the strange things around him. Also the amount of people around him was somewhat comforting.
Steeling himself, Aubrey moved around cautiously to eye up his surrounding with a more scrutinizing eye.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:36 pm
Well, this was a "tiptoe-through-the-tulips" situation if ever there was one.
Elyesia was tired; no no, that wasn't enough. She was bone-weary. She was the unusual sort of woman - well, a woman by state - favoring the old-fashioned and the out-of-touch. So, it had been a simple thing for her to travel from sweet Antonios; and it was not all that unusual for her to end up here, in modest La'To. Truthfully, her destination had been decidedly east of here, but she wasn't one to complain. Even now, in the relative dark and eerieness of this archaic place. After all, everyone had their setbacks.
...Setback. She pushed aside a hank of indigo hair, letting it fall loose onto her shoulder. That was the understatement of the century - but it was all that would suffice. She had to remember, next time, to chart her travel paths with the mind to avoid Policola entirely. She was getting far too irritated with the remaining contacts she kept there: the constant stress wasn't worth the trip. Never an "Ely! How are you?" Merely, hillbilly. Deserter. Traitor. Witch.
Heretic.
She frowned, tightening her grip over the bag on her shoulder as she crossed her arms over her chest. That had been the tiring bit, requiring her to put a double-march on to get away from the entire mess.
Her eyes drifted back to the present, and around the shop. Elyesia had the sudden, lasting urge to run a finger down one of those wriggling jars: what could their significance be, she wondered. She always had been one for shops of alchemia, and this looked similar enough. Being invited here, in fact, was one of the primary reasons for her detour. And it seemed... Well, it seemed like the detour would be worth the time.
Pushing aside her urge to explore (the current surrounds and always ominous slam of the doors encouraged that), Elyesia contented herself with watching her fellow invitees with flickering yellow eyes. Were they as intrigued with the new setting as she was?
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:42 pm
Working in a bakery had its advantages. Many people came to Rêves Noir, many businesses were attended to there, and much information was available. It had so happened, that today, she had heard two people talking about an event that would happen tonight. At 8'o'clock to be precise. 'At the old house about a hour north from La'To.' Something was going to happen there, but she had missed the part following afterward.
While common sense would have told most to stay away, she felt an overwhelming desire to go and see. And as they say, curiosity got the better of Paean Collent.
Pae winced as the doors swung shut, closing her in within the house, separating her from the rest of La'To. Oddly, she wasn't scared or worried. Amusing. If anything, she felt at home. Standing inside the old house, the baker found herself at a loss for words as he eyes gazed upon the collection of oddities found within the house. Cages, bottles and other objects she had no word in her vocabulary to name with. Certainly she had gotten herself into something she shouldn't have, yet, she was rather glad to be a part of whatever was going to happen next.
Growing up, she had watched her parents make croissants, strawberry napoleons, and tiramisu. Pae knew only one world and that was the world of pastries. Her conscience told her that was all she needed to know too. She was born normal, and she was to die normal as well. She certainly looked normal, dressed in khaki pants, a black blouse and grey jacket. Well... almost normal if it weren't for her oddly matched snowy hair and jade irises.
Here she was, standing inside this strange house, unable to tear her eyes away from the man- no creature that sat on the counter. He was different. Exotic. It excited her, a creature with green hair and a metal prosthetic was infinitely much more exciting than a slice of chocolate cake.
Brushing the white strands of hair out of her eyes, the baker eagerly awaited for what would happen next. Never in the twenty-four years of her existence had the baker been this excited. It was almost like opening gifts. She felt like a keg loaded with gunpowder. Unpredictable. Pae waited, amusing herself with the quixotic noises that filled the house and occasionally stealing glances at the other people present.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:43 pm
There in the path stood a girl. She stayed still, not making a single sound and looking forward with a kind of look which would bewilder one wether she was conscious or not. Her hair was brushed softly by the wind as she seemed to be waiting for something. Her gray hair was coated silver by the little glows of the moon that touched the earth. She seems to have been standing there for quite some time now, one could say for certain, she was waiting for something, something direly important.
A clock in the distance began to chime.
Right on the very signal of the sound, she began to move.
Bending down slighty, her gaze pierced through the darkness. She ran forward, swiftly.
She moved with the wind, her hair was like a trail of glowing silver dust blown away in the wind.
Soon after, it was nearby.
The scents, the ticking, the darkness.
She's gone through the doors wide open. Suddenly they shut themselves after she passed them.
She didn't move.
Her piercing gaze was still there, thrusting forward. She saw a man, she saw metal, she saw green. She took a single step forward, the aroma and feel of the place slowly enveloping her, she continued. Slowly, on guard, with a silence as thick as the darkness and a softness, as dim and gentle as the little lights within.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:45 pm
The sun had just gone down, it’s last ray passing through the window making the shadows dance on the wooden floor. A girl sitting on a couch by the fire enjoying a cup of tea; she looked no older than 20 with red long curly hair and dark teal eyes. She was dressed in a simple red skirt and red shirt, a white and black corset around her waist. Resting in her hand was a note, written on an old paper.
Find the Victorian Light and follow its path; what the hell was that supposed to mean? She let out a deep sight and took another sip of tea. Where had that old piece of paper come from? Nina stood up and walked around the studio. Should she go and look up for this path the invitation talked about...or was it another trick from...those from her past. The girl’s eyes went from the note in her hand to the antique clock standing just besides the door, the night was still young and she had no appointments that night; with a soft grin on her face she put down her teacup and grabbed a the Victorian porcelain doll that was resting on one of the couches. “time for a little walk….” Once said this she held the doll securely in her arms and stepped out into the night, after all she had nothing to lose.
The travel took them, both the girl and her doll, an hour north of La’To. Not really knowing what she was doing she kept following the road, it was a while until she looked up and realized the path she had been following lead to a house that stood on the hill, overlooking the city. Quite an old house was the first thought that crossed the girls mind. Once she was at the foot of the stairs she stopped to look over her shoulder, was this really a good idea? Nina took in a deep, calming breath and looked up at the house’s doors, they had been thrown wide open, lighted only by old large gas lamps. She made her way to the doors and peeked inside with curiosity…should she knock or just step inside? Biting her lips the girl decided to just step inside and take a look around.
To her surprise once inside the place looked nothing like a house, instead it looked like a shop…a quite bizarre shop. The place was filled with ordinary jewelry thought it emitted a strange glow, dozens of bottles pilled in shelves...and cages. Now this was something she did not liked, animals were supposed to be free or live on the yard but never in cages. She frowned and took her eyes away from the caged creatures and looked around she ten noticed a circular table. On top of it were several treats and snacks, yet the girl resisted the urge to take delicious looking pastry with honey and strawberries…she knew better than that and then something caught her attention. It was not the table but the shadow it casted on the floor..it looked as it was moving. She rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple of times, surely it was the dim lighting that was tricking her sight. Then again her attention flicked from the table and its shadow to the other side of the shop, she had heard a soft low purr…maybe one of the caged animals? But that was not the case, she noticed a man with green hair dressed in brown. But he was not the only one there..how come she had not noticed there were more people inside?..”Where am i?” was the only thing she could say once she hear the doors closing What’s going on here?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:46 pm
It had taken her a good thirty minutes walk, but she had finally found it. At the door to the old house in north La'To stood young Alethea Wright, a girl no older than fourteen. Slightly pale and with curly red hair, it was obvious that Alethea was a girl of standing. What she was doing out of her home and this part of town was anyone's guess.
In any case, it wasn't exactly easy to get out of the house. When all was said and done, the child had ended up lying to her father in order to get away. "Hortence is sick, papa," she told him with a basket in hand, "I've spent all day making her this soup. Please, let me go and see her." Well, it wasn't as if she lied completely. Hortence was sick, but her friend's house was the last place she intended on going. No - Alethea was going to the strange house at La'To; that was her destination.
She had found the old piece of paper on the ground in the street as she was walking home earlier that day. It was an odd sheet of paper, ancient looking with a peculiar style of writing. Alethea had stepped on it quite by accident, but in the back of her mind she couldn't help but think something. It was almost if she was supposed to find it. As if it were destiny, or something. Nevertheless, the invitation she had stumbled across intrigued her, so there was no way the child could not go.
Tired of waiting and growing slightly impatient, the young girl pushed open the door and stepped inside. What she saw was surprising, and she hadn't expected it in the slightest. The proprietor, if that was what you could call him, had green hair. Green! Who in this world had green colored locks? It was like something out of one of her storybooks. His hair wasn't the strangest thing, either. The man also had a metal arm. This was just getting more peculiar by the minute. As Alethea stared in curiosity, only one thing came to mind: perhaps she shouldn't have come after all. Maybe having to lie to her father to get out of the house was a clue enough that she shouldn't have been there.
Oh, well. What was done was done. She couldn't exactly turn back now, not after she had already arrived. Besides - it would be rude to leave. No. It would be best to stay, the girl decided. She was curious, after all, to find out what she had been invited to, and only by staying would she find out.
"Excuse me," she finally managed to say after gathering the courage to speak up, "but am I in the right place?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:47 pm
Tamiel lowered his lashes at the man peering nervously at him from over his shoulder. Instinct was a powerful thing. Fine-boned and sloe-eyed, the doctor hardly looked the part of a predator, but still people didn't like the idea of him standing behind them. Tamiel Haisborough was what you might call a natural villain. A man of science with less scruples than a bar of soap, he was by his own admission obsessive and callous, but brilliant, which meant people were forgiving, and he had, sometime in his early career, fallen over the line between genius and psychopathy. Nevertheless, his figure blended tolerably into the straggling procession. He'd traded his labcoat for a well-worn turtleneck, his glasses and the fall of dark hair concealing a gaze that roved over the number assembled. They were all cast into shadow.
He stepped onto the porch and continued inside, eyes flitting from corner to corner. The residence was situated far enough from the city proper that it was away from prying eyes, the husk of the building giving way to what appeared to be a shop. The space was well-lit but more ominous for it, shadows quavering and following at the heels of those who entered. It smelled like death. Altogether promising. Tamiel's lips twitched as he drew deeper inside, a slender hand reaching out to trail along the bottles on display. Peering inside the cages and thinking of his laboratory, he took in the scattered muttering with amusement that bordered on perverse pleasure. The atmosphere and tense quiet suited him; it had the feel of an operating room, lending strength to the rumours and the invitation that was nestled inside his pocket.
He tilted his face towards the overseer, tracking the crooked layout of his features and the shoulder that tapered into a gleaming, metal arm. He had a very attractive mouth. Tamiel catalogued the pointed tips of his ears, his odd colouring and the strange markings that brushed his skin. Not quite human then, and if that were the case, the existence of demons were looking more and more likely. He knew intimately that creatures were only so much sinew and bone, bound up in skin, imbued with Light – or so claimed the herds of sheep that congregated at St. Lorianne's each weekend. Tamiel was a doctor but he was predominantly a scientist – at any rate, he'd always been more skilled at cutting things open than sewing them up. He didn't know if he believed in God. He certainly didn't believe in the Church.
If anyone had claimed an angel would descend upon La'To on the night of the full moon, Tamiel would have strapped the fool to his table in the name of medical advancement. Were angels and God and demons mutually exclusive?
Maybe it was all irrelevant since Tamiel carried on as he liked regardless. Certainly the idea whet his appetite for analysis and experimentation; he had no particular interest in the occult but when faced with a sealed door, his first instinct was to turn the knob – he relished the thrill of standing at the brink of a frontier, the illicit touch of darkness, subjecting a specimen to his various whims and probes... Tamiel licked his lips. All that was left was to catch one's eye.
The doctor had never met a demon, but perhaps they'd get along.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:48 pm
Getting the night off had not been easy, there hadn’t been enough advance notice for Caroline to book the shift off. Instead she’d had to sweet talk Charlie into covering for her and as much as the man was practically besotted with her it had still taken until the last day, and that was with the promise of a dinner date with goodnight kiss, before he’d finally agreed. Honestly having to make a devils pact before even meeting demon, not exactly a great start as far as she was concerned.
It was well worth it though; Caroline was forced to admit as her hazel eyes took in the shop and its inhabitants. Some morbid part of her wondered if the worms were left out for the chicks to see, to make them hungry; as if staring often at a future meal would make the harmless looking fuzz balls more vicious when eating. Could a worm feel as it was pecked apart?
The scent of decaying flowers and fermenting fruit was strangely attractive to the young brunette. It was strong yes but not like the cloying smell of the heavy perfumes and colognes that her patrons often wore; never mind the burn some alcohols gave one’s nose. The smoke born scents here were different and new and while Caroline would likely tire of them after a time as well, they were for now a pleasant and unexpected change.
Somewhat engrossed in the process of trying examine the various flasks and bottles upon the shelves, working her was slowly around the perimeter of the room, Caroline bit her tongue, tasting blood, when the doors slammed themselves closed. She’d been trying to slowly and subtly make her way over to the oddly behaving shadows in the far corner. Sighing, as it seemed time was up, she turned instead towards the counter to see what their green haired host would do now.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 5:51 pm
Turn 1 is over. Turn 2 will begin in 10 minutes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:01 pm
T U R N . T W O
A R R I V A L
Violet eyes flickered in amusement as the doors slammed and bolted shut,
almost locking out a girl that had dashed in at the last moment. His Shadows were
ever punctual and not above injuring someone. Rethen cleared his throat, and smiled wider,
leaping down from his perch on the counter as the lamps flickered and dimmed.
He bowed with a flourish, his scarf dancing behind him as his power
swelled with his amusement and diversion.
“I welcome you my weary and wary travelers, to Alchemically
Unbalanced,” the creature purred, his fangs barely visible as he stood to his full height,
diminutive as it was. “It is here you have come to experience the Night and her wonders
I presume…” Here he paused and looked around the room.
He noticed the majority of women milling around his store.
Some watched bottles and some watched him. His smirk only widened as his gaze fell on
a man that regarded him with a scientific eye. He vaguely wondered if this was what his
experiments felt like, but pushed it aside.
Only the alchemist did the dissecting in this building.
He regarded them all again, the young and the old, the men of science and engineering,
and the woman with a feel that placed her beyond time – she he would watch very closely.
Though not as closely as the gentlemen of course.
“I am but your host this evening my friends,” Rethen continued, taking a slow step
towards the corner. “I can only provide you with an introduction…” He pulled a cord
and let a bookcase slide away leaving a gaping black hole in the wall.
Humans.
Without a breath, a black-clad figure splashed into the canvas that was
the alchemist's shop. Boots upon the cashier counter, the slender boy settled his airy
weight upon the wooden platform that the green-haired man leaned against. Black hood
over his head, a pair of glowing cyan eyes set the room cold.
Dim lamp lights flickered for a quick moment.
Two shades followed forward, smoothly, obediently.
 
The two shades stood there, silent and waiting
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d i r e c t i o n s
1. What you post next will be the response to the TURN 2 prompt.
The post should contain the character's reaction to the situation.
2. You will have 30 minutes to write up your response.
The deadline is 9:30 p.m. EST.
3. You do not have to write a lot. Quality over quantity,
and feel free to be creative.
4. Only use size-11 black font when responding.
Good Luck!
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:13 pm
Alchemically Unbalanced?...now where had she heard that name before? Nina tried to remember as she looked around. There were other girls and one guy yet the strangest from the lot was the green haired man who was talking. Clearly he must be the owner of the, er, shop.
Then it hit her. It was a Dark Night! , how could she had forgotten about that? Nina had intended to participate on the last one but failed, this was her first time and was still slightly confused. The girl hugged the doll closer to her chest and kept listening to the shop owner.
She followed him with her eyes until he stood besides a book case and slid it away. A hidden passage? a smile crossed her lips, she should have expected something like that. But then something appeared, a figure, clad in black and something behind it. So, these are the shades, she though. For a second she studied both of them, paying no more attention to the rest of the presents. For some reason the first one seemed more intriguing. They both seemed to be waiting for something but…what? Still not knowing what they were supposed to do she stood still, holding her dear doll close and kept her eyes on the first shadow. I hope this night will be the one...that contract is what i need the most
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:14 pm
Not only did his appearance look crazy, his voice was too. He had fangs and purred. Noctis was slightly creeped out now. Who purred? He stood back, not out of politeness, but out of curiosity as the green-haired man made his introduction. Nice host. He introduces himself but not his name.
"Flashy entrance. But isn't it always?" He commented sweetly, at the familiar man who appeared. The only familiar thing about him was those cyan eyes under the hood though. Since they couldn't really see his appearance. Not that Noctis had seen him fully last time. Instinctively, he rubbed one arm, out of nervousness or the cold, he didn't know. Technically, Noctis shouldnt be cold. Not with the long white coat he was wearing. Did stepping on the cashier counter make him feel tall? Because he looked tall.
Although Noctis had seen imps appear in the same fashion before but he still stepped back."Whoa---whoa!" His step back had him falling flat on his rump as he tripped over a cage with a loud crash. Even if he had say demons once already, they still surprised the crap out of him. Besides-- These guys were bigger than the ones last time! In fact, one could say they were huuuuuge! They seemed heck of a lot creepier as well.
"Big and creepy. Great." Noctis could imagine one person laughing at him in particular, calling him a scaredy cat. Hell, one even had tentacles. The other shade had.. a mohawk? ... This was just plain weird. Even Noctis questioned what he was seeing.
"Tentacles and a mohawk. Lovely." he muttered, straightening up.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 6:15 pm
Pae watched with keen interest, observing the creature with green hair. It introduced itself and the house. And when he stood, she felt the excitement ebb away. She had built it up too much, too fast. But then, he pulled a cord and a bookcase gave way. Revealing a black hole where there should have been a wall. And then, two things appeared.
The room gave way, as did the people and the curious creature with the metal arm. Her eyes focused onto the shades that had risen forward. Curiosity, wonder, but mostly a strange avarice filled her heart. Yes, she knew why she was here. That. She must get herself to have one of those. She knew what this was now. She had heard people speak of an event similar that had occurred in La'To. And then, Pae knew what she had to do. She had to try and forge a contract with the shade.
Pae took a step forward, stopped and stepped back again. She was losing herself. Taking a deep breath, the female calmed herself down and took to looking at the one with a slight greenish hue. Her face wore an expression of controlled ambivalence, could not hide the strange glint that had taken place in her eyes. It was waiting, and so, she would wait too.
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