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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 3:54 pm
Zack quickly followed, sort of pranced actually, into the room. Such an odd person, in this bright pink room, although they should probably talk since they probably looked extremely odd too.
He watched this new girl, and his excitement and curiosity grew. Wow, new people were coming up left and right. Despite the fact that he was in this odd, unknown pink place, he was getting pretty excited with all these new people! Fun stuff, y'know?
Although...for some reason he didn't feel like blasting the usual questions to the girl, and instead settled with an extremely bright:
"Hello!" He excentri waving to the girl. She then said something about someone named...Eros? Wow, even more new people! But he wondered who this one was..."Uh...who's....Eros? Does that person live here? Do you live here?" He asked, as the other finished her speaking. He glanced up at the others, Shiro had told him once that if he talked too much he might either get himself in trouble or annoy people...he suddenly realized how much he had been talking and he wondered if they were annoyed with him...He looked back at the new person, though, as his curiosity got the better of him, large yellow eyes peering at the other with bright enthusiasm.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:23 am
Nalani is surprised of the grunt that is directed, then the stranger girl enters with her hair color, Nalani this a little bothersome, her alone had been kind with that stranger .
me not you who it is Eros, neither for that am here, but if your you know as making return with my mommy you make it and don't enter with the color of my hair she tells her dryly, she gets up of the bed and she puts of direct foot beside donovan.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 7:12 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:13 am
The girl looked at the trio, aghast that they did not know who Eros was. "How can you not know who Eros is? She's only the most powerful neutral fae in existence!" she sniffed, drawing herself up to her full height and stared at them. "Then you're going to say that you don't know who I am either." there was natural arrogance in her tone as she watched them, tilting her head and wrinkling her nose. "Just where are you people from?" she demanded. "Have they taught you nothing?"
Deciding the answer for herself, and that they had taught them nothing, she looked between the three and shrugged. "Very well." she said simply. "It's not my fault if you don't know anything. Eros is the owner of this castle. It exists in a hiccup in the world, and she just happens to be my god mother as well. It's not special though... Cupid is Tristan's god father, to make sure that we're both even." she scowled. "You'd think that the Seelies were just as important as the Unseelies... hah!"
Off in her own little rant, suggesting that this was probably an old argument, she watched the three with curious eyes. How could they not... "Do you three really not know anything?" she sounded more relaxed now, deciding stupidity was something that could not be cured easily.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 2:29 pm
"Squeak?"
They both said simultaneously, and looked up at said shelf. Was something up there? Or - was it the entire shelf? They had two different approaches to this problem. Tybalt - the calmer of the two, hopped off the bed, and went over to the shelf, starting to pat it and hum to it to try and calm it down.
Looking at his brother as though he were nuts, Romeo looked around for something to stand on, but only found the bed. So he started jumping on it, looking up at the highest ledge he could, jumping and jumping, trying to see what was making the squeaking noise.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 4:27 pm
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NinetailedNightmare Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 7:40 pm
She needed no 'friendly inflection', so the lack of it was simply ignored. However, at the mention of danger, she tossed her head arrogantly. "They'll strangle us with ribbon and finish us off with their bad taste in decor." Sardonic, of course. From the way her lips twitched at the corners it must have to been more of a joke to herself than Sethos.
At the 'come', she sniffed, not liking how much that sounded like a command. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, glancing about the room. Books, nothing but books. Okay, she'd go with the teenager, but only because she'd go that way eventually. Right...
Noelle stepped to Sethos' side, lifting her chin in a rather proud gesture even though she was clad in red silk pajama shorts and cotton tank-top. Her hair did the trick, though, falling over her shoulders and swaying behind her like some sort of crimson cape. No, he wouldn't have to watch her constantly, because she refused to trail after him like the servant. She was either beside him, or in front of him. This was her stubborn little conclusion.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 8:53 pm
A sarcastic statement required no response, and Sethos wasn't going to spend words on it, no matter how foolish her ideas were. Noelle could learn, in her own time, that villians did not always come colour coded, as they did in childrens tales. No, sometimes the bad guy decorated in pink.
Good enough that Noelle was keeping pace with him, so he need not be glancing about for her. She was not, he tried to remind himself, completely without use. A fae like himself, and if proud, at least he'd witnessed some strength in her in the past. And yet-- he did wish it was Donovan at his side. Or even Ritsuki.
After this was over, he would contact them both. Together, they'd discovered their powers. It should be that they were together still. And perhaps it was his fault that they weren't.
"You have trained in your magic, correct?" He asked, as they made their way across the room. It would be best to know the extent of her use quickly.
Reaching the door, he turned the knob, surprised to find that it opened easily. The room behind it smelled sickeningly of perfume, the scent strong enough to be overwhelming. In small amounts, perhaps. But at this level-- it was too much.
Seeing no one, he walked toward the most obvious feature in the room. A large mirror.
Huh.
Something for Noelle to admire herself in, no doubt. He studied it, keeping a few paces back.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2006 9:37 pm
Daemyn is on the third floor, in the play room. The door has been left slightly ajar.
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What ever it was that was making the squeaking noises started to more at the patting. Humming as good. It was soft, furry and warm-- some kind of animal with a slightly elongated form.
What Romeo would be able to see, was a furry white thing, long, because it was curled around itself and with a slightly mouse like face. It was hard to tell exactly, because one end of the fur blended with the other. Was it just immensley fat?
It stared, sliding down to peek over the ledge at the new boys.
***
The mirror glowed for a second, a second gong chiming off inside, as if somehow it was leading to another room. Maybe it was sensitive to heat, or had a trigger whenever fae entered the room? What ever the case, the mirror darkened, as if dusk was falling within the room and the mirror was only reflecting it.
"Eros, let me know when you get this message. It's urgent. You need to let me know when Tristan is allowed to arrive, and when miss. brat is leaving. I refuse to let Tristan stay in that blasted castle at the same time as that man's whelp."
"Eros, you know we don't have time for this. And please, tone down the pink. I don't want Tristan to be influenced by your castle's decorating skills."
"Eros! I'm her majesty's secretary. Don't ignore me like this!"
The petulant voice continued, accompanied by images of a brown haired golden skinned woman in an odd looking white robe. She looked similar to them all-- an adult fae, full into her powers with odd markings around her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:10 am
Zack just sort of stood in confusion as the other seemed to ramble on about things he had no idea of. He did understand the part about Eros being the owner of the castle, although the other things were rather hard to understand. He rubbed the back of his spikey head a bit.
"Uh...well...I dunno about not knowing anything but I'm not too sure about what you're saying." He said, looking up at the others, trying to see if they understood this any better then he did.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 1:10 pm
Romeo plopped down on the bed his next jump, and blinked back at the mousey-looking thing. Tybalt just kept petting it, not really caring what exactly it looked like. It was soft, furry, and squeaked. Fun! It looked too big for him to carry, so he just kept petting, while Romeo talked to it.
"Hello, mousey thing! My name's Romeo and that's Tybalt, and we're lost. Do you know the way out of here?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:49 pm
Rion finally reached the top of the stairwella nd looked down the hal as he took a few steps down it, keeping a close watch on his surroundings.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:08 pm
Hearing no answer, Ritsuki walked around the halls for a bit. She didn't really know what to do, where to go. There should be other people here... She probably couldn't have gotten into a castle without any help. Maybe she was dreaming... She pinched herself just to be sure. Nope. And that hurt. So, it wasn't a dream, and she couldn't locate anyone she knew. Well, at least she wasn't hungry... Yet. She hadn't eaten for a while, and who knew how long it would take for her stomach to remind her that she needed to eat.
Her long-sleeved pink pajamas were flowing a little bit as she rushed around. Though they were long, she was still nice and cool. She had the same color of pink pants, but unlike the hot pink room, they were lighter and less blinding. The bottoms of the pants were dragging against the floor ever so slightly.
There were other rooms on this floor, as there were other doors as well. She didn't really think of checking them all. That would take too much time. After all, only a few of them contained anything important, but who knew what she could find if she did check them all! But somewhere between that thought and the next room, she was lost in thought again. She was thinking about mostly happy things she could remember, but then, once again, the subject of Noah came up in her mind.She remembered some goods times that she had had with him, and the bad times too. Both made her smile. There were only two memories that completely changed the way she looked at him. But he wasn't going to let her forget him so easily. And she wouldn't let herself either. Even though some of them were a blur, those memories wouldn't fade away.
After all, how could she ever forget her older brother?
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:29 pm
To the question of her magic, Noelle dipped her chin a bit in an affirmative. She wasn't about to chatter away about it, though. Not yet. It'd be best to keep it a surprise so he couldn't pick out her faults and hoard them for later. She was just paranoid like that. If he'd been more of a friend, she surely would have boasted.
As expected, the female's eyes gained an odd shimmer to them at the sight of the mirror. She was just beginning to stray from Sethos' side when it suddenly glowed. At this, her body instinctively jerked backwards, shoulders tensing themselves. Her eyes darted back to Sethos, noting his position before she straightened herself once more.
As the woman went on, Noelle began to take note of her appearance, glancing over every now and again to compare she and Sethos. She quietly took her place at his side, though shifted her hip so it lightly bumped against his leg and hopefully got his attention. She stared up at him, then cocked a brow. 'Do you have any plan in mind before I go speak with her?' was the translation. It was the most considerate action she'd ever displayed.
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NinetailedNightmare Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 10:55 pm
The appearance of the woman in the mirror surprised Sethos, what else could it do? For him, it was even more odd than most. He had, of course, seen TVs, but Kniene certainly didn't own one. That was a Cathy thing, and his familiarity with moving pictures was a bit-- vague.
But the woman was Fae. Fae. Which meant their enemies were themselves. The book, should, of course, have clued him in. But it took this, this mirror to really make it hit home. He knew of the courts, had done his studies. So he knew that some fae were dark, some light, and some neither. But this-- it was disturbing.
Sethos forced himself to stand a bit straighter, relieved, but not showing it, when Noelle hung near his side. Had she run to the mirror-- well, it was simply best that she hadn't.
The woman seemed to take no notice of them. But then, she had said 'message'. Was this simply a recording device, or could they speak through it? Was the message being recorded as they watched, or long past?
And who, by the red hair of the Lady, was Eros?
"Attempt to speak-- if she can be spoken too. Be polite, please." Had he ever been so polite himeself? The words were only a whisper, a hiss of sound that would just barely carry to Noelle. He would let her go. Better that they play one card at a time.
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