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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2012 8:04 pm
 The Fairamay ResidenceAt the Fairamay Residence, the Fairamay clan of meisters and blade forgers reside in this relatively large home on the outskirts of Death City. The home is farely large, but is a reasonable size since it houses Charlotte, her parents, a few of her aunts and uncles, her grandparents, and a few of the weapon partners of some of the meisters. There are several bedrooms in the house, most being on the second floor. Each room belongs to a different person or couple, aside from a few guest bedrooms. The second floor mainly consists of personal spaces and whatnot. The first floor is quite different however. There is a kitchen slightly larger than average sized that connects to a large dining room. In the dining room, there is a table large enough with plenty of chairs to seat the entire family plus a few extras. Connected to the dining room is the living room which is attached to a small library and study combo. In one of the corners of the living room, a set of stairs leads to the underground facility where the family forges blades and trains in various ways.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 5:27 pm
 Charlotte "Lotti" Fairamay
Charlotte led the boy to the front gates of the Fairamay Residence and she paused. With her free hand, she typed in a pass key and in response, the gates swung open. "This is the Fairamay Residence. It may seem large, but it houses the entire meister family of Fairamays and some of their weapons as well. It's even larger on the inside," she said, almost as if to hint that there was more than what one saw on the outside. The boy's glasses remained in her hand the whole time. Lotti led him past the front gate and up to the front porch. She opened the door and stepped inside, waiting for the boy to follow her inside.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 6:53 pm
 "They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________Edgar rubbed at his eyes, feeling rather dizzy and sick from walking around without his glasses. He stared up at the large building. It looked fairly impressive from what he could make out of the structure. As for the details, he could not tell but assumed that they were just as intricate as the general demeanor of the house seemed to be. Her family must be pretty established huh, to have such a big house for the entire crowd...and the way she addresses them too. pridefully but rather distant. Must have been a pretty harsh way of growing up, in my opinion. That would explain why she could see through my lie so easily. he mused. It then occurred to him that this might be one of the worst groups of people to be around, considering his background and capability. ...oh Edgar, what have you gotten yourself into. He smiled at the building despite his thoughts. "It seems magnificent, perhaps if I could have my glasses back, I could admire the structure more?" he asked her hopefully, eager to shake off his growing headache. __________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 9:59 pm
Charlotte "Lotti" Fairamay
The front gates slowly creaked closed once the boy was inside the gates. Charlotte turned and looked back at the boy when he spoke to her. She looked down at his glasses which were in her hand still then looked back up at the boy. She thought for a moment then figured he really did need his glasses to see the structure of her home. After a moment of pondering whether or not to give his glasses back, she came to a conclusion. "I guess it wouldn't harm anything to give you your glasses back so you can see the structure," she said in her distant voice. Without thinking much of it, she walked back over to the boy. Charlotte proceeded to put his glasses back on his face where she first took them from. Her narrow lavender eyes met his dark ones momentarily before she stepped to his side to allow him to visibly see the place she inevitably called home.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:05 pm
"They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________The world sharpened around him when she put the glasses back on him, and he felt as though a weight had been lifted off of his head. The intricate woodwork on the balconies and near the columns impressed him, reminding him of a restaurant he had visited once. It was a nice restaurant, a floating seafood palace, he recalled, missing the delicious crab he had at that place. The furnishing had been exquisite, and Edgar now expected nothing less from the interior of the house. "It's rather impressive~" he told the girl admiringly, scaling the place up and down with his newly improved vision. This was a terrible idea. I could just leave now and run for it...I'm rather good at that. he thought while wondering just what kind of family he was getting involved in. The exterior of the large building said plenty, but that only stood for their reputation. Edgar glanced towards her with a smile. Curiosity consumed him, however, and he decided against that and instead asked "Shall we be going inside then?"__________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 6:10 pm
Charlotte "Lotti" Fairamay
Charlotte watched the boy as he observed her family home then commented on it being rather impressive. She didn't quite agree with his comment about it being impressive. To her, the house was rather boring. However, she paid no mind to the details of the house for she was more interested in what the boy was thinking. Her eyes flitted to the front door as she started walking towards the threshold of the open doorway. The house almost seemed rather inviting to both her and the boy. Lotti looked back at the boy and said, "indeed we shall." She paused and stood off to the side of the open doorway. Common courtesy told her to allow her guest in first. "Guests first," she said politely as her lavender eyes set upon the boy, whose name she still did not know.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 10:08 pm
"They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________Edgar chuckled, noticing her politeness kicking in like a habit. "I do believe it was ladies first, but if you insist~" He commented, noticing her analyzing his every move for whatever thoughts he might be thinking. He reached for the handle of the door, hesitating slightly before grasping it and pushing the door open. Strange, does she usually leave it unlocked or did she just unlock it when I couldn't see? He removed his worn, battered and well used sneakers before entering the house, then stepped inside. It was emptier than what he expected; instead of lavish furniture lining every corner of the room, the only furniture in the whole living room was a couch and two chairs. I see... he thought, glancing towards a staircase in the corner that seemed to lead down, then to the other side at a staircase that seemed to lead up. "Do you like living here?" he asked Charlotte, walking further towards the center of the room. __________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:37 pm
Charlotte "Lotti" Fairamay
Charlotte followed the boy into her house without taking off her clean, new shoes. She closed the door behind her carefully as to not disturb her family. Her family had a way of attacking each other before speaking to one another. Of all of her family members, her cousin was notorious for being the one to do that the most, though he did not live with the rest of the family. "Living here is okay. It is not bad, nor is it great," Lotti said honestly. Her home was nothing special in her opinion. As she walked further into the room, a figure bolted up the set of stairs that led underground. The figure belonged to none other than her cousin, Charles.
Charles rushed up to Charlotte with intentions of attacking, but his plan failed when she side stepped his punch. She then proceeded to trip him as he turned to attack once more. The young man fell to the floor with a harsh thud, unable to catch himself. "Oi, Charles... Go away, I have company," she said harshly to her cousin, who, in response, rose to his feet and moped away.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:50 pm
"They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________Edgar nodded towards Charlotte, heading towards the inside of the room with intentions of peering up and down each of the staircases. It of course, surprised him when a figure came bolting out of the stairs leading downstairs when he was only halfway across the room. It headed towards him suddenly, he let out an "Oh god wh-", and he assumed a defensive position which consisted of him bringing his legs closer together, bending them, and hiding his head in his arms. Her cousin passed him by without a second thought, obviously going for Lotti and left Edgar standing in the middle of the room in his lame huddling position. He looked up after hearing a thud and the girl say "Oi, Charles... Go away, I have company." and watched the boy as he sulked away. Edgar stood straight again and fixed his jacket. "Well that was....one of yours I suppose? Does that happen often?" he asked her, chuckling a bit. __________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:20 pm
Charlotte "Lotti" Fairamay
Charlotte noticed the boy's huddled position right before her cousin sulked off defeatedly. She straightened her posture and smoothed the folds out of her dress when she was spoken to. "That was my cousin. And that happens every time I see him. He is a bit dramatic," she said calmly as she looked at both the staircases, making sure nobody else was going to randomly appear from either side. Her eyes then wandered to a doorway that led to the library section of the house. Fortunately, none of her family members were in there. "We can go talk in there. The family study," Lotti said and pointed at the small library.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:12 pm
"They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________"Ah, of course." Edgar looked over his shoulder at the girl, wondering what it was like growing up in such a competitive household. He then proceeded to the library area she gestured towards, and sat down in the first chair that crossed his path. He folded his legs up criss-cross applesauce, leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. It seems okay here. I doubt the floors and walls are so thin that whoever else is here could overhear... His eyes surveyed the area, then rested on Lotti. Well except for her. He smiled before inquiring, "So, Lotti, tell me a bit about yourself. What was it like growing up here? Half of his intention was curiosity and developing a peace of mind, while the other half happened to be stalling telling her his backstory. __________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2012 7:17 pm
"They say all evil originates from a good idea...
...but then something goes awry...
...and inevitably, the beauty becomes lost in the chaos." __________________________________________________________________________________The girl was silent for a while, and Edgar could see that she wouldn't budge anytime soon. "Well let's see...you're smart I'm sure. And cunning, strong. Well trained." He studied her physique, the environment, anything he could get clues from. "Must've been a lot of pressure growing up here, in such a competitive way of life, where it's be the best or be pushed aside." But of course, from the amount of people living here, her cousin asking for a battle every time he saw her, and her stylish clothing, it was safe to assume there would be much competition. "Mm let's see...you've used a ton of weapons. You're good at hand-to-hand combat as well. I wouldn't want to fight you haha. Though, I can't say you've had as much street experience as I have." He speculated, commenting on where her scars and callouses were placed. "In any case, I will be taking my leave now." He stood up and bowed to Charlotte. "It's been a pleasure. Thank you for inviting me to this lovely place. Perhaps I'll see you around." Edgar walked past Charlotte and patted her on the shoulder, then made his way out of the Fairamay residence. [exiting to shopping district] __________________________________________________________________________________ -Edgar H. M.
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