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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 8:58 pm
.:Table of Contents:.
1. Introduction
2. Plot and Detailing.
3. Rules.
4. Profile Sheet
5. Accepted Profiles-Fey
6. Accepted Profiles-Humans.
7-8. Reserved Posts
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:02 pm
So much for the laws of physics....
.:Introduction:.
Hey, you're new, right? You've got to be. I know everyone, even all of the Fey, or Folk, or whatever you wanna call 'em. Surely you know who the Fey are, unless you're some country bumpkin who didn't hear about what happened here. Remember the little mass murder-suicide thing? Yeah, well it happened here, in our lovely little town, Wildheart. No, just because the NOW ENTERING sign says that this town is Hell doesn't mean it is.
Welcome to the city. Ever been to L.A.? Well, it's a lot like L.A. here, busy and sprawling. Only here, we've got this little thing called the Border. Heh, remember it? If you're a Fey, then you felt like someone spiked your veins with a bit of heaven. If you're human, you probably got real dizzy. Yeah, well, the Border's a bit temperamental, so you usually can't leave, as we've discovered. Surprise!
All right kid, just 'cause you're new, I'll help you out. Follow all the rules and you'll be just fine. What'd you mean you don't know the rules? Never mind, I should have guessed you'd be from one of those neat little towns where the Fey are kept under lock and key, ironbound.
First of all, morality is a hindrance. s**t, you can't even trust the others of your kind to watch your back. Be awake even when you're sleeping, if you sleep at all. Get a weapon, and fast, kid. Iron works well on Fey.
Second, don't cheat the Reaper. He runs this town, and even if he's your pal, he'll get tired of you if you mess with him. Yah, I'm a hypocrite, 'cause I lie to the Reaper all the time, but you shouldn't try it. Heh, if you're Fey you're thinking I'm a threat, right? To all Fey, giving humans all this information. Nah, the Reaper finds me oh-so funny. Kill me and you're more than just dead, kiddie.
Third, don't tell them your true name. I do mean your full name, 'tard. It has power here, lots of power.
Oh, and remember: Third time's the charm.
-Kai
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:03 pm
The story so far:
In the beginning the Universe was created.
This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
. razz lot and Detailing:.
1. All quotes for the headings are from various books/radios adaptions of said books by Douglas Adams...Also, some of what you see is based off certain books, such as Holly Black's Tithe. Now that we've got that out of the way, please read my blathering for more information.
2.So, you read the introduction, right? You know a little about the world of Wildheart already. The Fey, also referred to as the Folk, the Fae, supernatural, Faerie, Sidhe, and a variety of other names, were forced into the open after a mass murder-suicide incident done by what is known as 'magical means' occurred, forcing the Fey into the open. Why did it force them into the open, rather than concealment? Simple, once the murderer killed herself, her disguise, called glamour, faded, caught on live broadcasts all over the US. That obviously spelt bad things for the Fey.
While the humans were gaping at what had happened, the Fey were taking action, stocking up on some of the potions they use to aid in the resistance to Iron poising, and creating the barrier of energy known as the Border, sealing off the land west of the Rocky Mountains as a Fey heaven, since the densest population of Fey reside there. The border was eventually shrunk in a sort of loose compliance with the US, causing a rippling sort of wave across the line that is the California border, extending upwards to the top and bottom of the continent. All land west of this was declared Fey land, in that it was governed solely by the Fey. Unfortunately, it is easy to enter Fey land, but hard to exit, trapping thousands while releasing others with no rhyme or reason.
So, Wildheart is one of the towns almost directly on the border, declared a site for revels, with it's own little complex sort of border designed to keep the humans in. You'd be playing one of the humans or Fey currently occupying Wildheart, if you cared to join. The basis of your personal plot can be anything, depending on you're character's motivation. The most general for humans, for example, would to be find some way too escape Wildheart, survive from day to day, or try to struggle your way into favor with the ruling creatures of Wildheart, such as the Reaper.
There will be, probably, be a larger plot. This is still mostly in the works, loves, and may change according to how the characters react. Or, you know, my mood. Let's just say it will involve fabulous intrigue, murder, magic, and general mayhem, and be orchestrated mostly by Kai and the Reaper, the two character's I'm playing. You are, of course, welcome to create some intrigue of your own, adding to the underlying bit that your characters are aiming for. Sound complicated? It's really not. Just stir things up, and I'll try and direct the mess into something fun. Blood and gore are always fun, kiddies.
3. The Fey-A Brief Informational Interlude
Who are the Fey, you may be asking. Well, my answer is...don't be stupid and follow pre-concieved notions. Make it up as you go, lovelies. Seriously, if you want to have a Fey creature that is a pegasus in human form, you know, with horn from his forhead, wings, and the whole bit, go for it. Vampires, "lycans", whatever, all are considered Fey. 'Cause, yeah. No half-Fey, please, because the Fey generally consider humans toys at best. Of course, you can endow your humans with supernatural powers. Just don't go overboard. 'Kay...What else...Fey are allergic to iron and human pollutants(such as exhast fumes) in varying degrees, but are provided, courtesy of the Reaper, a special mix that allows them to resist it. Individual races of Fey have other weakness, often varying depending on the being itself. Fey can be controlled or control with a person's full name, generally repeated 3 times for full effect. Meh, I'll add more later if problems/questions arise, okay?
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:05 pm
This is obviously some strange usage of the word safe that I wasn't previously aware of.
.:Rules:.
1. Follow all Gaia TOS and Crimson Ibis rules. Also, follow my rules, obviously. Failure to do so will result in warning, or me immediately asking you to stop posting.
2.Please keep a balance in characters, as much as possible. As in, I don't want lots of one type of character, such as Fey or Human. That also applies to character types, such as, I dunno, 'Human out for Revenge on the Fey for killing someone they care about'.
3. You may have up to 2 characters.
4. Make your OOC posts clear. Double brackets, paranthesis, and the like are acceptable. Do NOT use symbols, especially quote marks, or just change font size/color. Thank you.
5.This is an active, longterm RP. On average you should be on at least twice a week. I understand if you cannot, like if, you know, that little thing callled school gets in the way. Just don't leave anyone hanging, please. If you're going to be off for long spans of time, please let everyone know and maybe even let someone else play your character.
5.No cybering, obviously, but romance is fine. I do mean romance of every type. Don't complain if a boy happens to like another boy. s**t happens. This roleplay is what is know as 'yaoi/yuri' friendly.
6.Violence and cursing are fine. I love a good bought of violence, actually. Censorship annoys me more than actual cursing, so please DON'T use the asterick(*), or other symbols in place of a curse. It makes my eyes bleed. Also, please refrain from cursing "like a sailor" in character or out.
8.PM profiles to me. Please use the profile sheet, found under heading 'Profile sheet'. NOTE: If I do not respond to your profile within 2 or more days, or you are unable to send a message to me, feel free to post your profiles.
ALL RULES ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE. If neccessary, that is.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:05 pm
"Oh no, not again." The Bowl of Petunias upon discovering that it was falling towards the ground from 300 miles up.
. razz rofile Sheet:.
Master Puppeteer: User Name
But you can call me: Character's Name (Please put quotes around nicknames, if any.)
As Old as Time: Character's Age
Hit the Wall: Height
No, I really am a size 0: Weight
A photo steals the soul: Appearance. [If you want to include a picture, feel free. Multiple sentences of description is required either way. Include everything you can think of.]
You're such an ugly thing: Personality. [Optional. I personally prefer to develop my characters as it goes along, but whatever.]
I couldn't live without: Likes
Don't make me smack you: Dislikes
What else is there?: Other.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:06 pm
If there's anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.
.:Accepted Profiles-Fey:.
1. I reject your reality and substitue my own.
Master Puppeteer: Second Hand Suicide
But you can call me: Devon "The Reaper" Saint-Creed
As Old as Time: Like many of the Fey, he doesn't physically age, giving him the looks of someone in his late teens, between 16 and 18, while he is, in all actuality, hundreds of years old, about 500 by his estimate.
Hit the Wall: 6'2
No, I really am a size 0: 135
A photo steals the soul: Devon, when he looks like he truly is meant to, is one of the more human-esque Fey, if you don't count the stitches and patches that cover his skin. He's tall, lanky, and skeletally thin, with that pale, pale skin that, combined with the insomnia-induced circles around his eyes and lethal skill with weaponry, gives him his nickname. He would make a highly attractive human, if not for the way his bones stick out so prominently under his skin and the occasional Fey oddity, with those model high cheekbones, and those blue eyes, dark, clear, and deep like tropical oceans at drowning depths, with the same prevelant threat of dying, known to turn pale, icy blue at random times, unnervingly. His hair clashes and complements his eyes, a mop of thick black, styled into a spiky Sid Vicious-esque cut. His lips have a slightly girly, pouty look, pierced with a hoop to the far right on the lower and a silver stud just under the edge of his lower lip. His ears glint with multiple piercings, as do both sides of his torso, covered with painful 'corset' piercings from the base of his ribcage to his hips. Besides the multitude of tattoos that cover various parts of his skin, he is covered with what appear to be pieces of cloth sewn directly onto his skin, in a variety of colors and patterns.
I couldn't live without: Games, causing pain, humans(upon occasion), being in control, sweets, fruit, spicy foods, music, strange clothing, and tricks.
Don't make me smack you: Humans(more often than not), bordem, and anything dull.
What else is there?: Devon is gifted not only in the inherit Fey traits of magic, but with a variety of human weaponry. Of the local Fey, he is acknowledged as the leader, mainly for his devious cunning, skill in all sorts of battles, and because he's always 3 steps ahead, even if he seems lost.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:08 pm
How can I tell…that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?
.:Accepted Profiles-Humans:.
1. Me, care? That's funny.
Master Puppeteer: Second Hand Suicide
But you can call me: Kai Marks
As Old as Time: Just about 17.
Hit the Wall: 5'8
No, I really am a size 0: 138
A photo steals the soul: Kai's certainly your average human in appearence, except for her eyes, a shockingly bright green that's somewhere between neon and grass green, which are decidedly rare. Combined with a wavy tumble of dark brunette hair that brushes her shoulders, a number of people have thought she was a Fey in disguise, like a pixie or some such earth loving creature. Her figure is fairly average, slightly curvy, but mostly skinny and lithe, with a slinky sort of grace that comes from being all-legs. She's got an angular sort of face with the traditionally pretty long, slender neck, and pretty white teeth that are only slightly chipped. Of course, her face is frequently covered with the bruises, bandages, and scrapes that can be found covering many parts of her body. She's got that classic California-golden tan, since she was born in Hungington Beach, California, and live in Wildheart most of he life. She was one of few humans there who knew that something was more than just a little off, especially since she's got something known as True-sight, which allows one to see through most Fey illusions and glamours. Of course, she wasn't stupid enough to say something about seeing the things that no one else could see.
I couldn't live without: Music, her guitar, her violin, books, intelligent conversation, sarcasm, patterned socks, DIY clothing.
Don't make me smack you: Naivety, softness, stupidity, racism(even hate for the Fey), rap, overly sugar-y things, cutesy things.
What else is there?: Kai work's as the Reaper's jack-of-all trades, delievering the anti-Iron pick-me-up, carrying messages, and even occasionally taking care of a 'problem'.
2.Being dead isn't being alive.
Master Puppeteer: Slifar
But you can call me: Vince "Galfor" Shintara
As Old as Time: 18
Hit the Wall: 6'4
No, I really am a size 0: 150
A photo steals the soul: Vince, known to most of the Fey as Galfor, is usually wearing dark red, crimson, or sometimes even orange, depending on his mood. His shirt, however, is almost always black. At a first glance, he looks perfectly fine, except for his blood red eyes, which seem to draw more people's glances than Vince would like. He also wears a long scarf, which is wrapped around his neck a few times before flowing freely behind him. He wears various satchels and bags around his waist, which are all a black color. He has short dirty-blonde hair, his bangs hanging in his left eye, and a dragon tattoo on his right wrist. He has various weaponry on his person at any given time, although the weapons themselves vary.
You're such an ugly thing: Vince is one of those people who likes to keep an open mind, and isn't afraid to say what he feels, which gets him into trouble sometimes. He's very intellegent, and if he's every forced to endure something slow-paced, he would probally fall asleep. He dosn't really do much that anyone asks him to, unless he finds it fun, simply because he dosn't care. However, he is very protective of his friends, and bugging any of them is the quickest way to make Vince ticked at you, which usually dosn't end well, depending on what you do. He's very emotional, and is fully aware of the Fey.
I couldn't live without: Pizza, games, some puzzles
Don't make me smack you: Slow, boring things. People who act like jerks.
What else is there?: Vince is one of the higer alchemists. (We're talking things like potions, transmutation, substance "growing," not the full metal alchemist stuff, which is just Transmutation.) He uses his skill to change his wepons to whatever the situation requires, although he can only efficiently use a polearm, sword, or gun. Bows, thrown weapons, clubs, and the like usually wind up turning against him. His alchemy also allows him to "sense" the power around Feys, easily distinguishing them from humans. His eyes also change color depending on his moods, which makes it hard for him to lie. They usually stay somewhere around his normal red, though.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:09 pm
My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fiber, and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes.
RESERVED.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 2:55 pm
I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying.
RESERVED.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 5:06 pm
(I suppose I should start this off, even if no one's here, then.)
The throng was a swaying, chaotic mass, a blur of colors and creatures of all sizes and shapes, a sort of beautiful, swaying dance from his seat, above the beautiful mess. Fey and humans alike were swept up in the grasp of larger ones, faces contorted with pain or pleasure, which looked so much alike from this vantage point. To the far right, a small circle gathered around a lost little boy, actually dancing in that wild primitve way, an ogre with a skin the texture of stone holding his little face in the long, thick fingers, grinning to show a mouth full of icicle shaped teeth, sharp as daggers, before pushing one of his nails into the boy's eye. It popped like a grape, and the boy was grinning, drunk on the food of the Fey. A true-sighted one, no doubt, since putting their eyes was a common practice. That reminded him, where was Kai? The Reaper scanend the mass briefly, and like always, he found her easily, the only human at the revel that he knew, the one with the clearest, alert look on her eyes, seated on a tree stump with a Fey boy, his cat's ears curling back as she splayed a royal flush across the decaying vegetation. She was a complete cheat at cards, but a good one, his little right-hand trickster.
"Tell Kai I've got something for her to deliever," he instructed, adressing one of the brownies to his right, perched in the tree with him, waiting to serve its lord and master in the hopes of some sort of tidbit. It bowed low before it scurried off, crawling spider-like down the rough silver bark of the tree, pausing briefly to pluck one of the glistening golden apples that grew, pricking his hand on the hidden thorn that always did p***k everyone but Devon himself, striking like a vicious spider and administering a particularly nasty poision, upon occasion. Well, apparently the brownie got bonus points for helping him out. The tree did seem to favour those that Devon himself favoured; a select few had been known to pluck one of the tempting apples without a retribution, Little Miss Kai even managing to gather an armful to pelt at him when he was bored. Then again, the girl was so closely associated with the Fey that it was surprising that she didn't suddenly sprout wings and laugh at him, screaming 'Fooled you!'
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"Oh, I win again," Kai mused, glancing calmly at the four aces that she had deposited on the ancient stump, two of them slipped discreetly from her sleeve. The London Cat, as he had introduced himself, was apparently used to losing to her by now, as he only gave a brief pout instead of his usual miffed scowl. She shuffled the deck with the expert, showy stylings of a true card shark, her hands subtle organizing the cards with the slight, sly movements of a master illusionist, putting a pair of bad hands at the top, one for each of them, then a good hand for her and a decent hand for him. Her game was interupted by a particularly annoying thing with skin like leather, old and knarled besides that, topped with a tuft of pure white hair like a troll doll, those pointed, traditional, elfin-style ears, undoubtedly a brownie. It tapped her on the shoulder, clearing its throat self-importantly.
"Can I help you?" she snarled, sarcasm lightly lacing her voice under the very apparent anger. She had been having a good time, and she didn't particularly enjoy that being interrupted for some Fey who though it would be funny to feed the human something of Faerie, something that would taste rotten but have her pleading for more. Certainly that, at least, or mabey one who thought he'd have a look at what else she could entertain for. Of course, being a small brownie, he'd have accompliaces, mabey one of the particularly nasty winged creatures, the human conception of fairies, the ones that many brownies seemed to run with.
"The Reaper wants you," he announced, fidgeting slightly. Oh, so he did know who she was. Well, that was good, since she didn't feel like, oh, say, dancing to her death in iron shoes heated red-hot.
"Yes, I know that, everyone wants me," she replied rolling her eyes. She handed the London Cat back his pretty deck of cards, done in a shining blue backing with tarot style drawings, rather than the tradtional ones. She was rather fond of them, considering the art was so beautiful.
"You can have them, love. They won't turn to leaves at dawn," he replied, sliding back into her hand with his long, sharp nails, more claws than anything. She grinned her thanks, blew him an exaggerated kiss, and waltzed off, knowing that if she went in was supposedly completely the wrong direction to find the Reaper she'd run into him almost immediately. Indeed, there was his pretty/deadly tree, with his Royal Patchwork-ness perched neatly on one of the slender branches that really shouldn't be strong enough to hold his weight, no matter how slight he was. Of course, this was Fey land and he was the Reaper.
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Ah, here the girl was, prompt and grinning wickedly at him like they were partners in crime. Which, well, they were. He indicated the bushes with a wave of his long fingered hand, covered with rubies of berries that, like many things of the Fey, were positively digusting inside but delectable looking on the outside. She removed the heavy glass jar with the vaguely Gothic silver handle, fingering the farmiliar seal that was his, a snake swallowing it's own tail with a knife buried neatly into it's skull. She was off with a mock salute, leaving him to his kingdom. The paper with the adress she would deliver it too, as always, magiced itself into her pocket, which she didn't bother digging in. He lounged back against open air, which rearranged to support his weight as if it was a solid chair back. This was the life, really, with a little courtier girl out to do the spying and dirty work for you, reigning over a land of violence, desperation, and death.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 2:55 pm
((Captain's Note:
Second Hand, congrats on making such a beautiful roleplay here. I wanted to tell this to you through private message, and much more elaborately. However, it seems I'm unable to. I don't know if it might be an error on the site, or perhaps because you have disabled your private messaging. Since you do ask that the profiles to this roleplay be sent to you in private messaging, it might pose a problem to those who want to join. As such, I suggest that you investigate if it is indeed disabled or if there is something wrong concerning private messages. When you do, don't forget to message me. Feel free to delete this post once you have verified this. I wouldn't, of course, want to mess up your page.
I am very interested in joining myself. I hope you tend to this matter soon.
Respectfully,
Niht))
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 8:02 pm
Vince let out a deep sigh. Everything about the town was so boring...... All he wanted was something interesting to happen. He leaned back on the bench he was sitting on and toyed with the last bit of a soda. At least his eyes had no color for boredom, else he might be in more trouble then was needed.
Vince stood up and stretched his arms out wide, not caring if it made him look weird. Still, he met the glances of quite a few people, all of whom appeared to be Fey when Vince made the effort to find out. Sure, Vince had a certain level of respect among a few of the Fey, but those who even spoke to him usually tried to hide the fact, and Vince knew it. It was sad, really, because all it would take is a few human missles and the place would go up in flames. A few might survive, but he had a feeling most would not. Still, this treatment of humans was porbally a ploy to avoid a war while keeping the Fey in power. Abuse something too much, and it comes back for revenge. Abuse something too little, and it tries to overthrow you. Ya, that was probally at least somewhat right......
Vince opened a door to his small house, and went straight to his basement, which looked normal aside from the fact that it was well-lit and was covered with beakers, vials, flasks, shelves of stones and herbs, and the like. Maybe he could kill some time messing around with this stuff...... Besides, you never know, he might actually stumble upon something useful.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 8:05 pm
Kai had fished out the little slip from the pocket of her hoodie, printed on the thick, rough paper, with the ornate, golden writing that was so farmiliar. It read, simply: Temperance, when Reversed, the usual tarot card name, in place of a given one, followed by the adress. She knew exactly where she was going, in the rat-race of this city, so used to prowling the streets that she could cut across alleys you'd never even have looked at after living your whole life in Wildheart. Temperance in Reverse was 'Lack of restraint and self-control.'
"It's Kai," she called, banging her fist against the wooden door, deciding that she should make an attempt to be polite, rather than just immediatly pick the lock with the tools that she always carried on her. A disgustingly round Fey, shaped rather like a squat barrel and oozing out of his doorframe, answered the door, the faint outline of some male model, his glamour, hovering in front of him like a dream. Well, he certainly was lack of restraint and self-control, now wasn't he?
"Here ya are, sir. A tip for a humble delivery girl?" she questioned, with a saucy grin that suggest giving her a tip would be better than the 'unfortuneate alternative. She held the jar lightly in those spindly, long musicians hands, suggesting it might slip if she wasn't given a little reward in exchange for saving the Fey's life. When he forked over a pretty little trinket, a music box covered with gems, containing a graceful little ballerina and playing a twinkling piano tune when she opened it, somethnig would prove valuable, if not useful, she lightly tossed him his jar, watching him fumbled for it briefly with those little arms before securing it with a relieved sigh.
She felt the typeface on the card change without touching it, which was eerie, considering it wasn't touching her at all. She removed it as the blobby Fey slammed the door shut, reading the next type with a sigh. 'Eight of Wands', which meant 'Rapid progress towards a desired goal, brought about by immediate and decisive action'. Kai reconized the adress, that towering alchemist that the Reaper said he'd liked employ, meaning that he was mixing up a particular sort of trouble. And it would certainly be trouble, if the guy was playing the Eight of Wands in the games. Kai herself knew what it was like to be one of his little pieces, the one he favoured as being his 'Ace of Wands, when reversed', 'The start of an explosive situation threatening to consume all who get too close, the herald of birth, invention, or upheaval.'
"Oi, open the door. Reaper's calling ya," Kai shouted. He was probably somewhere in the depths of his house, mixing up his potions like a mad scientist. Well, at least she had her lock-picks, if he didn't answer.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 3:28 pm
Vince sighed and put down the vial he was holding, stopping the flow of a strange red substance flowing out of an equally strange red stone. Vince transmuted it one day while messing around, and while he had no idea what it was called, if it even had a name, it's essence made for a good catalyst.
Vince rapidly climbed the stairs, his feet thudding loudly against each step. When he reached the top, the door seemed to throw itself open. Of course, it didn't really. There was a fine line between Alchemy and Fey magic. Heck, Vince doubted there was more then five human alchemists currently alive, including himself.
Vince took a moment to let his eyes ajust to the slightly brighter light, then turned to face the door. Many people ahd paid a visit to Vince, all for various reasons, but this is the first time anyone had the guts to say they represented the Reaper. Probally a bluff, but better safe than dead. He mad a soft pulling motion over a metal bracelet on his wirst, a small stream of liquid metal following the tips of his fingers. The metal shot foward with amazing speed, yet still managed to land softy on the doorknob. Vince twisted his wrist, and the door softly clicked and swung open. "If this is another ploy, then I would suggest you leave before bury you in about ten feet of molten earth and metal." Vince's threat sounded legitimate, but the molten earth part was a ploy. He was horrible in that department...... Still, it never hurt to have a bit of extra leverage.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 7:45 pm
The silly boy doubted her? The threat didn't particuarly bother her, since she knew even if she died that she'd be avenged in a very messy manner. It did sound like a particularly painful way to die, surrounded in a searing coffin. The metal would probably melt onto your skin, wouldn't it? Then they'd be the bother of cleaning it off your doorstep. No, Kai preferred that way of killing that was infinitely more pleasing, such as buring someone alive in a little pinewood box. It left a certain sort of message to the victim, buring alive. Still, he didn't look very threatening, despite his height, even with those creepy red eyes, especially since he was undoubtedly human. Well, she was one to talk, she knew, with her eyes looking like the 'go' light at an intersection.
"Mm. Wanna try it?" she asked, all nonchalance, tugging a cord around her neck upward to reveal the pendent that marked her certainly as a favorite of the Reaper's. The boy'd probably get one too, if he wasn't expendable. It was a lovely thing, rendered in silver and a bright green stone that matched her eyes, bearing the seal that all the Reaper's things bore, that snake gulping itself down in an infinity symbol, an ornate dagger cracking its skull open. The card in her pocket shivered again, and she knew the message was for the boy. She glanced at it briefly before extending it, rolling her eyes. The message was done entirely in blood, spreading out against that textured cream paper. I wouldn't bother Kai. When one does, heads tend to roll.-Reaper. The blood spots next to his signature were a bit of an overkill, she'd have to remind him.
"I'm Kai. Any other little non-Fey messenger is bluffing. Even then, they're probably lying. He usually sends me, 'cause I'm apparently a 'trickster',"she explained, fidgeting in place. The Reaper did not like waiting, and this alchemist wouldn't make it to the 'door' to the Reaper's Faerieland without going completely batty, unless those eyes were True-sight ones, which was unlikely, since true-sight eyes were usually just a little bit unhuman, instead of totally. One never did know, though.
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