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 Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:17 pm
 Mitsuki Animoto Your wish is my command... Mitsuki bowed to Isaac, acknowledging what he said. Mitsuki wondered what she could do to help her master in his work. She stood still as she thought, noting only that he left the room and seemed to be in a good mood. Her eyes flashed, a slow pulsing light as she thought. He seems not to want certain people in particular to be around him. I shall do my best to keep them away then, should they appear. I shall protect my master no matter what! Now how can I further assist my master? Perhaps I can prepare him something to eat. But he has not expressed any hunger. I will not make him anything unless he shows any of the symptoms of hunger. Mitsuki nodded to herself, satisfied with her decision. Her eyes stopped flashing and she blinked once or twice. She glanced around the room, reassuring herself that Isaac was there no longer. She turned and walked out the room. Mitsuki walked around, placing pin-head sized cameras all through the apartment. She would ensure that any intruder would not go unnoticed. She walked out the apartment and placed them throughout the rest of the building and around the outside too. She would guarantee those that Isaac wished to stay away would indeed stay away. Meanwhile Kuma, still on his perch on Isaac's head watched silently as Isaac went back into the room with the doll. Kuma was a very advanced model of his kind. He was able to pick up on things that would be impossible on a normal model. He could very clearly see the soul and was able to identify what she was. Tokishiba had gone to extraordinary measures to ensure this particular customer would be satisfied with his purchase. They had traveled far to obtain a special lens for Kuma, though Isaac was unaware of this. Kuma merely recorded, Mitsuki would be the one to act if action was necessary. Already she was much more human-like than she had been before. It would take a little time, though, for Isaac to notice. How may I serve you?
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 8:44 pm
 FletaJust like a crow chasing a butterfly
Dandelions lost in the summer sky She had been sitting, alone and in the middle of the room. She didn't blame Connor, she decided. As all of her memories returned to her grasp she knew she had been expecting it. Promise, or no promise, Connor's history was a bad one. That was why she had chosen him. Of all the slaves who she could use to fight, Connor was the best one. He was the strongest, and he was determined; he always got what he needed to done. Not only that, Snow wanted to him him especially.
The girl, one of the undead and new to that status, had wandered into the shop. She had the man who had changed her attack her, trying to get her back or kill her, or both. She needed protection, and at the same time wanted to protect others from a fate she could have been stuck in herself. Walking into the shop she looked around, nervous, paranoid, and downright offended by the small and large creatures, locked away in cages with little to know food, water, clothing, or blankets. She had explored the shop, but was forced to come to a halt as she stared into to icy, dead eyes. At first, she had thought he really was dead. A grunt and a sharp 'go away' proved otherwise. Never before had she seen such lifeless eyes; not even on a corpse. So she chose him, she brought him home, and she loved him with everything she had.
Not knowing what to do, she did the best to take care of him (as if he were a human child), and it seemed like he responded well; although, he still had hard moments. She shuddered at the final hard moment she had encountered, but once again. She had been warned.
A light gasp fell from the doll as the door opened, and she scrambled backwards before it was grabbed and swung around. The small stuffy struggled, pushing against the hands of the reaper and squirming with surprising vigor. When Isaac spoke, the doll shook it's head violently, ears flopping around, refusing to speak. She wouldn't tell him anything. Even with the betrayals... those people were precious. One statement fell from her lips, and she refused to speak farther.
"Don't hurt them!"{||Out Of Crazinness||: Nothing at all} Your words still serenade me
Your lullabies won't let me sleep
I've never heard such a haunting melody
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 8:26 am
ιѕααc rαveɴѕdαle   Issac laughed and shook his head. "Why would I want to hurt them? I have no orders to relieve them of their lives. I would only harm in self defense!" he insisted, a shocked and hurt look on his face, as though Snow had just suggested that he was responsible for the murder of his best friend.
He was about to continue, when the pager that he wore vibrated. Sighing, he held Snow with one hand while he pulled out the pager with the other. Scrolling across the screen were the words: 'Meeting. Now. Usual place.' Sighing, Isaac returned the pager to his pocket and pouted. "I hate meetings!" he whined, very much like a spoiled child, to nobody in particular, "What could possibly be so important?"
Leaving the room, and taking Feta with him, he walked over to the closet and opened the door. Finding a small drawstring sack inscribed with charms to repel magic, he smiled and grabbed it. Opening it, he dropped Snow inside, crooning, "I can't possibly leave you here on your own can I?" before pulling the drawstrings tight and slinging the sack over his shoulder.
Taking on his true form, he walked out into the main room where he found Mitsuki. "Mitsuki, I'm heading out and I want you with me. Follow Kuma if you fall behind, alright?" he ordered, heading over to the balcony and walking out into the night air. Spreading his black wings, he took to the sky, heading off to the usual meeting place.
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