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 Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 10:21 am
Hothouse Orchid... Kellas||Setosa
Syrie: *shoves Kellas at* ;O;
Setosa: *startled*
Kellas: *shoved, catches himself just before falling on Set, wings fluttering* Dammit, man!
You two make nice nice <3
Set: ... *high-powered glare*
Kel: *straightens his clothes and adjusts his glasses, giving Setosa a level look* I do hope that's not aimed at me...
Set: *brushes his sleeves off* I was trying to make a graft. Being bumped is not optimal.
Kel: *fluffs his wings a bit, a few feathers falling from his small wings* Being shoved into someone isn't my idea of a good time either. *adjusts his glasses again*
Set: *hand darts out to catch a feather, solemnly presents it to Kell as a kind of apology*
Kel: ... *takes the feather and does make an effort to be congenial* ..I believe we've met before...Setosa, correct?
Set: Right. *crosses arms and leans on the worktable* ... Kellas, was it?
Kel: *nods, a bit of a smile tugging at his lips* Congratulations. you're the first to remember it properly.
Set: *eyebrow arch* It's a fairly simple name to remember.
Kel: You'd be suprised. *tugs at the sleeves of his outfit and sniffs a bit* So, you were working on a graft? For what, might I ask...?
Set: *turns to let Kel see the orchid he was working on* Transplanting a bloom; I don't think it was too badly disturbed.
Kel: Ahh...it's lovely... an..Orchid? *catches that much from Setosa's mind, and no, he's not really trying to read it, it just happens*
Set:"A Dendrobium," Set nodded. "Do you know anything about them?" He shot Kel a curious look.
Kel: Perhaps a bit. *would know anything he could pick out of the other's head?* It seems you've an affinity with them....
Set: "Flora, the grand scheme of nature. *quick grin* I hve an affinity with things that grow. *absently, he finishes wrapping the join on the graft*
Kel: *watches with some measure of genuine interest - after all, he is first and foremost in the information business - it's always good to know more* Rather interesting...though I myself am more akin to fauna... *is a blue bird, afterall*
Set: It is what I do. *fingers touch one of the existing blooms on the plant, caressing lightly and lovingly*
Kel: *mentally makes note that Setosa likes plants...in a rather strange way* Hmmm...well, if it pleases you, it can't be that bad.
Set: *chuckles* So - what do you do?
Kel: I work in a clothing shop. *officially*
Set: *looks Kel up and down thoughtfully* Ah. Very ... stylish.
Kel: I suppose. It's a job, and it pays my rent. I couldn't care less what it was.
Set: *lifts an eyebrow slightly, not quite getting not caring about one's job*
Kel: *shrugs elegantly; he doesn't care 'cause it's not his real job, but a front and a way to make some money when he's not got any information to sell*
Set: *shrugs back and starts tidying up his workspace now that he's done*
Kel: Is this something you do as a hobby, or as a job? *curious, sort of*
Set: A bit of both. I am a researcher. I keep my orchids because I like them.
Kel: *perks a bit, wings fluffing out again* Research? So, you're into information services as well...
Set: *arches a brow* A very specific field, I"m afraid.
Kel: We all have areas we specialize in. *reachs out to delicately touch the orchid; seems to genuinely appreciate the beautiful flower, though perhaps not as much as Setosa*
Set: *watches, interested* "True enough. *sharp glance, but asks no difficult questions*
Kel: *removes his glasses to clean them* I'd like to apologise for disturbing you in your work.
Set: You were not at fault.
Kel: No, but I can appreciate having one's work tampered with. It's rather...irritating, to say the least.
Set: *glance* That is is. *curiosity a powerful mental presence*
Kel: *keeps himself from smiling, but is amused by the curiousity* Rather difficult to do alterations if the fabric is ruined...
Set: *little quirk of a smile; he suspects that Kel is failing to say something deliberately* I wouldn't know. I've really no skill beyond replacing a button here and there.
Kel: I've recently picked up the skill, so should you need the service, bring it to me. *brushes some of his pale blue hair back* I promise to not overcharge.
Set: *long look* I'll remember that.
Kel: *leans against the table and glances off, a bit of an amused look on his face* Is there something wrong? You're giving me a rather...interesting look.
Set: Nothing is wrong. You seem an interesting inividual.
Kel: *gives the purple haired dou a look of his own* ...I could say the same about you.
Set: Why thank you. *picks up the orchid and goes to put it on a small tiered shelf with other potted orchids*
Kel: ...*murmurs something about how he'd have more plants, but his cat eats them*
Set: *glances back* You keep animals?
Kel: *shakes his head* Not normally. But I couldn't leave it alone, it would have died.
Set: How kind of you.
Kel: *pauses long enough to check and see if the other dou is being sarcastic, and then sort of shrugs it off* I had a moment of pity for something small and helpless. It passed quickly, but the beast won't leave.
Set: I suppose they get attached. *pauses thoughtfully* I've never had an animal.
Kel: I think perhaps it's because he is feline, and I, avian.
Set: I suspect you wouldn't be easy prey.
Kel: I should say not! *hmphs a bit*
Set: *laughs, genuinely amused by Kel's offended expression*
Kel: *puffs up like an angry parakeet - wings foofed out in a way certain to amuse Setosa* What's funny about that?
Set: You look a bit catlike yourself, saying that. *still smirking, particularly at the puffed wing*
Kel: I do not! I am nothing like a feline! *all affronted feather-fluff and also just a bit red-faced, didn't seem that Set was doing it to be MEAN...but still!*
Set: Well, you're certainly bristling. *grins; is needling more because he can and because it gets a reaction than out of any genuine malice*
Kel: *makes an exasperated sound, his wings floofing out behind him so much that more feathers puff out and float down to the floor gently* You're making fun of me, aren't you?
Set: Maybe, maybe. You're shedding. *points helpfully*
Kel: I'm not shedding, it's called molting - and I don't recall doing it so much before... *probably does it when his emotions are high, or when he's sick?*
Set: Are you well? *half actual concern, half still teasing*
Kel: I'm fine, or I would be if you'd stop making fun of me! *but he couldn't help the unfamiliar smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth in response to the gentle teasing*
Set: I can'thelp it. You puff up. *grin*
Kel: *and naturally, he puffed up more at the other's words* I do NOT "puff up"!
Set: If you say so. *straightface*
Kel: .... *ruffled feathers, but does sort of settle himself a bit*
Set: *not quite apologetic* I'm going tomake a cup of tea. Would you care for any?
Kel: *notes that, but can't say anything because that would let Setosa know he was a telepath* If it wouldn't be too much trouble...
Set:"Not trouble at all. I'm already putting the kettle on. *heads for the kitchen, stretching his arms and fingers as he goes*
Kel: *followed quietly, not wanting to be rude and leave him on his own?* "Thank you..."
Set: *moves around the small kitchen efficiently, occasionally glancing at Kel, actuely aware of the presence of someone else - generally he's a loner*
Kel: *finds the man's discomfort somewhat interesting - they're rather the same in that regard - loners, both of them* Should I wait anywhere particular?
Set: There's a chair on the balcony, if you'd rather. *measuring tea leaves*
Kel: *nods, then slips out to the balcony, perching on the rail instead of the chair - he's light enough he can pull it off, really*
Set: *mildly relieved, finishes preparing the tea and brings out two cups*
Kel: *also makes note of the other's relief at being alone for a moment, and mulls over the fact that they are rather alike in at least that one area* Ah..thank you...
Set: *settles comfortably into his chair, props his feet on the rail, and sips tea*
Kel: *takes his cup and sips it, even though he's not trying, he's well balanced there on the rail* You've a lovely home...
Set: *pleased* Thank you. It's not large, but I like it.
Kel: I like the balcony... *doens't have that luxury where he is, but would like it*
Set: *tilts his face into the wind* ... Ilike high places.
Kel: ..Same here... *his wings spread a little, they couldn't fly - but he still liked the feel of wind through them*
Set: *sips tea, eyes Kel's wings with curiosity*
Kel: *isn't really thinking about it, so automatically speaks after sensing the notice* I can't fly...they're real though.
Set: *eyebrows up* That must be frustrating. *neutral tone; assumes for the time being that Kel may have seen him glance*
Kel: ...I suppose it is...I hate being trapped on the land.
Set: *falls silent again, meditative and apparently comfortable with quiet*
Kel: *doens't mind it at all, is at least comfy with Set, more than he would expect* Thank you for the tea...
Set: Welcome. *pauses* You're not annoying. You can come back if you like.
Kel: *tilts his head a bit, the breeze lifting his pale hair; again, a ghost of a smile tugged at his lips* Perhaps I shall take you up on that sometime....
Set: *lifts his cup in a silent toast and smiles*
Kel: *mimics the movement, and then stares off for a bit longer, enjoying the view, the feel of the wind in his feathers; but he knows he shouldn't wear out his welcome* ...it grows late, perhaps I should go...
Set: *finishes tea, stands and stretches again* Sometimes it is nice to have company.
Kel: I'll bring you Aeden next time. I fear he's only with me because he sees me as food.
Set: *chuckles* I'll - look forward to it. *is mildly surprisedthat he means that*
Kel: *smiles and nods, setting the cup down before making his way to leave* Thank you for having me, Goodnight, Setosa.
Set: *bows and collects the cup as Kel goes out* Goodnight.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:08 pm
Fingers flew - positively flew - over the well worn keys of the bluebird's laptop. Though the operator was positively livid and his body shaking, the keys were never pounded; the man's ire, his upset was put into neat, orderly lines in his personal log, though for once without his characteristic calm detatchment and aside information.
Had a run in with a lunar-type sometime after that Meridian festival. I must have entered his territory unknowingly, because the first thing he did was shove me to the ground, growling. Not certain why I thought a beast could be reasoned with - possibly a force of habit. Found quickly that it wasn't my death the wretch had in mind, but something far, far worse.
The next I see that bloody lunar, I will do my best to stop his breathing.
One thing that I am most ashamed to admit is that some of the restlessness I'd been feeling recently seems to have been assauged by the violence done - or more acurately - by the act itself. It is a bitter realization indeed. Gods damn me for being a man with a man's inclinations and urges! But I'm no simpering twit, not at all - and I take great offense to having been forced to play the supplicant in that encounter. Perhaps it is less my body that was injured than my pride - b*****d made certain I couldn't help but respond!
What hot-blooded man could keep from responding to having a mouth on him? Ye gods, I really will kill that bloody sodding Lunar!
At this point the pale haired Dou's wings are so poofed out that the cat, Aeden, is able to chase after feathers that are falling to the ground. Kellas stops typing and puts his head in his hands, rubbing his temples and groaning unhappily with his turn of thoughts.
The blue bird condemned himself for the encounter with Damion - not that it was his choice at all. He cursed himself roundly for having sold his weapon before moving - it had been necessary, but he regretted it now - Kellas was not a gunslinger by any measure, but was good enough to keep himself from getting into too much trouble. Usually.
Aeden stopped chasing the feathers and mrred quietly, moving to rub his lithe body against the bluebird doushikai's legs, distracting the man and encouraging him to pet the small furry body.
"Thanks cat." After petting the cat for a bit he was able to save the entry and gently shut the computer down. There was nothing more to say about it, he'd deal with things in his own time. Recouperate, rumminate, and then revenge. Definitely. Until that time, Kellas Julia would go about his life as usual, but perhaps just a little warier than before.
The kitling regarded it's "pet" calmly and began cleaning himself - unconcerned and in his own little world.
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Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 5:12 pm
-compiled shop rp-
Nova||Kellas - and the shop is bulletriddled O_o;;;
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 7:50 pm
The Bar at the Hotel Argent Soleil
Novalle wasn't really all that fond of thunderstorms. They were pretty enough to look at, yes, but they'd rendered the laptop next to him utterly useless; instead of working on his current project, he sat at his bar and idly cleaned his guns. There were three in pieces on the cherry wood before him, waiting for the attention he carefully lavished on each of them. The generators were keeping the power on- for the moment.
Behind him, several picture frames gleamed on the column supports between glass shelves and mirrors. Each held a print of a tarot card- the Hanged Man, Judgement, the Star, the Chariot, and most notably...the Knight of Wands. That one was in easiest line of sight, and he glanced at it with a sigh.
"You'd have been out in this and soaked, Kava."
Ye gods, did it have to rain? Acutally, it wasn't the rain that bothered the bluebird so much - though he really did hate having his wings soaked: they took forever to dry out properly - it was the thunder. This wasn't just rain, oh no. It was a thunderstorm, and he absolutely, positively hated loud noises.
Funny that his weapon of choice was a gun, since the report of a bullet being expelled was so godawful loud - but that was the only time he could stomach anything that sharp and booming. Gun fire was one thing, that horrible crashing sound from the thunder - like the heavens were being ripped asunder - was quite another.
He jumped and darted into a hotel, soaked and shaking like a leaf in the wind; he had been trying to get home but couldn't stand the noise any longer. The concierge and porters looked at him strangely because of how pale and wide-eyed he was, but didn't think much of it. Kellas wasn't the only person taking refuge from the rain.
The bluebird dou shook his wings out a little and looked around. What he needed now - in the most literal sense - was a drink, before he jumped out of his skin from fright. After asking one of the employees, he made his way into the bar, flinching every time the thunder cracked. The poor thing was so distracted and miserable he didn't even notice it was Nova sitting at the bar, he simply sat down and ordered a stiff drink, hands trembling.
A light frown touched the Star's face, and he set the slide he'd been cleaning down carefully. There were several damp strangers at his bar, people being taken care of by his underlings, but this one...wasn't exactly a stranger, now was he?
Quick, quiet movements had a calming drink in his hands, and he slid it across the bar. "Kellas..." he said softly, leaning down to look at the Bluebird. "Are you alright?"
His head jerked up as he heard a familiar voice, his eyes so very wide from fright - heavens help him, he just couldn't stand the sound of thunder! Another crack, another jump even as his shaking hands reached for the drink.
"Novalle?" Kellas stared down at the liquid in the glass, too agitated to be suprised at the man's being there, and tossed back half in two quick swallows before thanking him for pouring. Some of his shivering subsided with the liquor, but it was obvious he wasn't taking the booming noise of the thunder well.
"No. Hate thunder." He wasn't about to lie, not when it was so blatantly visible that he was most definitely not alright. Weaknesses were detestable, but...he'd long ago learned that he couldn't hide this particular one.
Instinct to help kicked in, and Nova grabbed a towel before moving down a ways and hopping the bar. The pieces of his guns could wait a moment- he thought they would understand. Briskly but gently, he began toweling the other man's hair and generally removing some of the outside from him.
"Mon dieu, bad day for you to be out, then," he murmured, framing Kellas' face in his hands and making him meet his emerald eyes. "Hang in there, alright? Can I get you something to drink, something to eat?"
Today, Nova wore a simple white button shirt and slacks, very clean-pressed but casual compared to the hotel outside. The bar itself was like it's own little world, very contained, very dim and welcoming, without the opulent sheen.
Normally, Kellas would have jerked his head away and puffed up indignantly at being treated much like a child, but not right then. Water droplets picked up the low light and glinted in his hair, on his lashes, and on his clothes - at least, until Nova started drying him.
"Thank you..." Sodden wings pressed tightly against the wet material of his jacket; Kellas always wore a lot of clothes, at least when he went out. Today had been no different: long sleeved black undershirt, fitted black and grey pinstripe slacks, and a deep grey overcoat that covered all the way up to his throat; an army of buttons marching up the front to keep the world out.
Kellas shuddered again, closing his eyes and murmuring that another drink would be fine; he didn't think food would go over too well. Though the combination of generally quiet bar, liquor, and those gentle hands seemed to be calming him a bit, he still jumped and huddled when the thunder sounded, but at least his eyes weren't impossibly wide and staring anymore.
"If you aren't too attached to the coat, it would probably help you to get out of it," Nova murmured. "You're soaked. There's isn't too much I can do about the wings, I'm afraid- I know they take forever to dry."
The slender blond returned to his side of the bar, rummaging around until he found a real towel and not just one of the little bar towels to hand over. He turned his attention to getting his 'friend'- did they count as friends?- a new drink, and distracted from the storm. "Welcome to Starfall. I'm surprised to see you in here- I get a lot of visitors, but you aren't usually one of them. Did you have business in the area?"
Since the Hotel was right where several different territories bordered on each other, it was a reasonable assumption. Nova ran a hand through his pale hair, watching the Bluebird with a keen eye- Kellas was usually so steady. This was a strange behavior for him, but it was a little endearing, too. Not many could admit their fears so plainly, even when they were made obvious to others.
Mechanically the bluebird started unbuttoning his coat; his fingers were stiff and clumsy and it was taking him three times longer than it normally would have. Nova was right, of course - if he kept the sodden coat on, he'd likely catch his death of cold.
Once unbuttoned, Kellas peeled out of his coat and set across an empty chair, eying it ruefully. Like his wings, it would take a while to dry. "Ah, yes. I was on my way home when it started storming." Nevermind that he'd tried to ignore the noise to get home and had only succeeded in getting thoroughly, miserably soaked and terrifying himself.
"I didn't know you owned a bar in this area..." He paled and winced at another noisy crack, but the dou with the disturbing eyes was doing much to distract him. Kellas murmured thanks for the towel - at least his undershirt wasn't totally soaked!
An airy gesture- most things associated with Nova were airy- indicated the rafters in the ceiling and the hotel outside. "This Hotel is a joint project between Demitasse Ballotin- my uncle, practically- Ambrossi Bellasario of the Italians, and Alichino Sagato. When it was opened, Demitasse asked me to take over the bar; he is happiest keeping such things under the close eye of people he trusts, I think. My family is Li Clan, so I was a worthy candidate."
Leaning on the bar with both elbows, chin resting on his hands, the Star gave his guest a secretive wink. Kellas seemed to be doing better....a definite improvement. "Though honestly, I'm happy here. I've run a bar for Demi before, and I almost like speaking French better than Chinese. Don't tell anyone! Some of my family would say terrible things." ;D
Automatically Kellas' mind stored that information for later use - one never knew when such things could be useful, and it was a very old habit of his, one that even fright couldn't shut down.
"Running a bar and speaking Chinese...seems odd for you." He picked up his drink and sipped it, the towel draped around his shoulders to keep his wet hair off his neck; he was doing better, but there was a tremor to his frame that had nothing to do with the chill from his damp clothes and wet wings.
"Who of your family do I know to tell?" A tiny ghost of a smile tugged at the crimon eyed bird's lips, but it went away quickly thanks to the thunderstorm. "I do wish that would stop..."
"You've probably met more of the Li Clan than you think, just walking the streets," was the very dry reply, and Nova poured Kellas another drink. "My father, Chi, was Fai Li's second for a very long time. That's where the Chinese comes from. Only my other father, Kaz, speaks French- which he insists is a much more graceful language than Chinese. My brother and I learned both when we were growing up, so I'm not particularly biased either way."
The touch of sadness in his voice could have been imagined by anyone without sharp ears, but he brushed it off quickly. An old wound. One graceful hand tucked platinum hair behind his ear, and a little smile lurked at the corners of his mouth. "Fai Li's base has pretty much always been a bar. I got used to the atmosphere, when I was little."
"It's quite possible." He wasn't going to argue that point, Nova would know better than he - after all, he was a member of said clan, and lived in the area. Kellas knew very little about this place though he was learning rapidly.
Kellas noted the blond's change in tone, and for once when that horribly loud noise cracked he didn't jump. His mind was too distracted, too curious, to register it. "Ah...I would have to agree, French is a language much easier on the ears..." The bluebird glanced down at his drink and finished it; giving the information and implications time to sift through his mind.
"I wouldn't go that far. Chinese is romantic, as well...when used properly." Nova had to grin at that- Fai Li could use that language in ways God had never intended it to be abused. If he had learned anything about seduction in his life, it had definitely come from that dragon.
Nova decided not to call attention to the fact that Kellas didn't seem quite so jumpy anymore. After all, it might just remind him...and that seemed just a little cruel. Cruelty was better saved for people who deserved it, in his eyes.
"I'll have to take your word on that." Kellas spoke several languages, but Chinese was not one of them.
His wings fluffed out a little, water droplets flinging from the sodden feathers to fall onto his still wet coat and the floor; but he quickly drew the small flightless digits back close to his body. It was still too loud, though the thunder wasn't quite so bad as before - perhaps the storm was passing?
Kellas certainly hoped so, he was cold, damp, and highly embarrassed that someone had seen him in such a sorry state. "Ah, what do I owe you for the drink?"
His host shook his head, casting an eye over the other patrons in the bar before giving him a smile. "Don't worry about it. You needed it- what kind of person would I be, to take advantage of you like that?"
Now that the worst seemed to have passed, he let his hands go back to his guns. One was ready to be reassembled; he let out a slow breath as his fingers hovered over the pieces, before he moved with lightning speed. When the last piece fell into place with a reassuring snap, he smiled with satisfaction; he'd regained some of the speed he'd lost when he'd changed guns. "See there? The weather must be clearing, even, if she's being so accomodating."
The bluebird bristled just a little; now that the worst was over with he was much himself once more, and he found the other's words grated ever so slightly.
Truly, he hated that loud noises rendered him all but helpless.
"Just the same, I would rather pay." Pride caused him to straighten and steady his hands a bit, his glasses slipping down his nose and causing him to push them up again. Much of his irritation dissipated watching the Star dou putting his weapon back together; it really was beautiful to watch, and Nova's hands were distracting. "...You're fast."
Nova blinked, looking from the gun in his hands to Kellas. If he thought that was fast, he had a certain British-Chinese man to introduce him to; his papa was so much faster than his son that it wasn't even a comparison. "I suppose so. I'm well-trained- it's a dangerous business to belong to, you know? When a mistaken word or action could get you shot, you learn to defend yourself. Overall, I try not to get into trouble if I can help it."
This gun went back on his person, resting securely in the holster under his shirt. The other two were his bar pieces, and he went to work on them as he continued. "Kellas, you've got to let go of that pride of yours. If someone wants to give you drink, it really is terribly impolite of you to turn that gesture into an obligation. You'll take all the fun out of doing nice things for you."
Kellas knew all about dangerous employment, and the need for that type of speed; he himself was no where near that fast, though he could have said, without rancor, that he was faster than most when it came down to it. "Good policy to have, Novalle."
His dusky cheeks pinked a little bit at being chastized for his pride, and his wings puffed out - or would have had the feathers not been stuck together from the rain. Nova was perfectly right that the gesture was rude on his part - however...Kellas really didn't like the idea of feeling beholden to the other dou. There was something about him that urged the bluebird to be cautious.
"...My apologies, then." Kellas glanced at Nova, and then looked away - slightly unsettled again. What good did it do to argue with someone so self assured? Especially when that person just got away with treating you like a small child?
"Don't worry about it," Nova told him placidly, faint scent of oil touching the air as he went back to his work. "Honestly, Kellas, I drift- it's so rare for me to interact with one person so often, aside from family. I can't begin to tell you how rare. You really ought to just let the novelty exist, and accept my ridiculously giving nature as something to be expected."
He flashed a smile, and blew hair out of his gleaming eyes. "And now you know where to find me on a regular basis, so you'd REALLY better get used to it."
Again, Kellas took in all that Novalle said, committing it to memory automatically. He'd remember it all, perfectly - that was one of his skills, one of the things that had made him so valuable to his previous employer.
The bluebird shook his head a little and mentally sighed to himself - there would be no winning with this man; he allowed that, and accepted it with only some difficulty. "Alright, you win. I surrender." He couldn't help but return that smile with one of his own. Mayhap it wasn't so bad, Nova didn't seem the sort to take advantage of any situation.
Friendship didn't come eaily to the pale haired dou, and trust was even harder to obtain. Nova didn't know it, but he'd asked a great deal of the bird without even meaning to.
Unfinished...TBC? O_o
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:48 am
-insert little "encounter" + image-
Too Slow
(I love that Kellas looks like he's going "what the...oh...my..." and staring off into space, stunned (but oddly unsuprised) - and Nova is being evil and whispering "Too slow." xd )
Accompanying RP to be added later...
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 pm
Type of request: IC
Name: Kellas Julia
Subject: Registered Doushikai
Query: What information is available on Damion, a lunar-type?
Kellas rubbed his eyes tiredly after submitting his query to Cypher. He'd not had much luck in getting more on the Lunar that had savaged him from his other channels, so he was back here. Novalle had checked for him - at least, he believed this to be that database - but now he wanted the information at his fingertips, not just off the other man's lips.
"....I wonder if the beast will even remember what he did when I shoot him..." The bluebird shook his head and sipped at a cup of luke warm coffee before shutting down his computer for the night and crawling into bed to sleep; Aeden nested against the back of his knees while he drifted off.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:24 pm
Have you ever been so lonely,
There's no one there to hold?
Just pull me in or disown me,
And then climb inside.
My arms are open wide.
Have a look inside.
And it is not that I am scared to learn,
Just why I'm empty inside.
Just hold my hand or show some concern,
If I live or die.
My eyes are open wide.
Help me look inside.
I hear the water drip from the faucet.
It's sweetly falling in tune.
I'm gently closing the closet.
and I fall to the floor,
and crawl to my room.
The thought of ending it soon...
Just let me sleep in my room.
Hear me cry! cry! cry!
I hear a knock at the front door.
Don't come in!
I try to look at you
But I can't stop shaking.
Leave me alone. Just go away.
Mother I'm so scared.
Empty bed but all of my sheets are gone,
They're wrapped around me and you.
All is quiet but the drop of my gun.
Cause I want to belong...to someone...
But maybe life's not for everyone.
"Black Orchid" - Blue October
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 1:33 pm
One-Off || Kellas
As usual, Kellas Julia was on his computer - what was unusual was that he was sitting outside, under a leafy tree having himself a picnic of sorts. After making himself miserable for weeks and dealing with a stress-induced molting from his wings, Kellas had made up his mind to let "it" go. ("It" being the Lunar's forced affections.)
He rationalized that it was neither worth the effort to hate him, nor was it worth having bald patches and sore spots on his wings. Beyond that, Kellas was not a vengeful man by nature - bruised pride and the initial rage had kept him wanting blood for long enough; he was happier just moving on with his life.
With the sun shining brightly and the breezes mild and warm, Kellas was enjoying his day. He sipped at a bottle of water and went back to typing - coding, actually - his "black book" needed major updating, but he had so far been unable to attend to it...ever since the shoot out at Spicata's, he had been too busy helping to clean and rebuild to mess with his database much at all.
That was his goal for the day, update his database as much as possible - he didn't bother with Omnis; only wanting information that he himself had collected and knew - perhaps he would share this information sometime, perhaps not. Definitely, Kellas would cross-reference his work with Omnis; checking against the other machine for accuracy and also to see what information he might have been able to gather that was above and beyond those locked-down databanks due to his telepathy.
The bluebird hummed quietly to himself as he worked, but a thought - a memory - came unbidden. Novalle. He wondered how the shining blond was doing; as mule-stubborn and hard-headed as the Star was, Kellas found he liked him. 'Perhaps a bit too much, in some ways...' The bluebird sighed a bit as he thought about their strange friendship - he really hadn't been able to interact with many people on more than a perfunctory level. Of those that he had - only Nova could fluster him so thoroughly.
'Enough!' Kellas chastised himself mentally - mooning over a man he barely knew - and worse, when there was work to be done! He was old enough to not behave like a juvinile with his first taste of puppy-love, even if the gentleman in question had startling eyes. Besides, Nova put him in a position he really wasn't used to dealing with - the defensive. Kellas enjoyed being in charge, heading things regardless of what they were. Usually.
"Curiouser and curiouser..." He murmured to himself, shaking his head and pushing such thoughts out of his mind until he had at least been able to get some of his work done. Beautiful as the afternoon was, he had work to do, entries to make, and bread and cheese to nibble at before the ants decided to cart it off. Kellas fluffed his wings out a bit and went back to typing, his long fingers flying across the keys that were as familiar to him as breathing. So much to do...so much to do.
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2006 8:42 am
-compiled aim rp || Setosa -
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