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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 7:59 pm
"Well I'd better hope so. You seem the malicious type." he replies, laughing to himself. He was, quite obviously, joking. He found Jessica to be a rather interesting puzzle of sorts. First she comes charging at him, dislike obvious in her mannerisms, and then she bursts into apology. And now, a pleasant conversation blossoms. But hey, the streets of New York were full of interesting people too. Some more than others of course, making this girl seem rather normal as far as his own standards.
"So if you were to control a person, you'd put the action into their mind, which would then automatically send it to their corresponding muscles before said person can actually take notice to this?" he asks, working out his own explanation for things.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:15 pm
"Ah, yes I am quite the evil one." Jessica said to the boy with a laugh, knowing that he was joking. Malicious was one word someone could never use to describe the girl. She would never hurt anyone in any sort of way, unless she felt that they deserved it, which explained her initial attitude towards the boy. If she thought someone to be a cockly b*****d she surely treatedc them as such. However, the boy had changed his ways in her mind and proved himself to be worthy of a conversation. He was the second person she had met. Score. She was on a role.
"I guess you could say it that way."
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:24 pm
All of a sudden Sivraxt's want to study the man was gone.
"Ah, forget it, I have better things to do than this..." He said as he left his hiding place and went to the other side of the fountain the man was on. He had sepped out of his hiding place as if he was just hanging out there and decided to simply go elsewhere. He lost all motivation in an instant, he no longer cared if he was caught or if he got the info he wanted. He looked over at the statue that he was hiding behind and began to visualize it in his head. A long haired woman in an elegant flowing dress, angel wings spreading far out, her eyes that of sorrowful sapphire as she reached for the sky, longing to achieve flight or perhaps trying to reach a lost lover.
Sivraxt held his hand out as glass began to emerge from his hand in small shards. First there was a glass base for the statuette to stand on, then began to form the legs and the dress. The wings began to form as the statuette began to glisten in the sun, the hair and the head appeared.
"Ah, doesn't that look nice?" He literally asked himself as he picked the glass statuette.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 11:00 pm
Terri strolled through the gardens with a bit of bounce in her step. Her pale face with its black lipstick and dark eyes was buried in a small black notebook that had a silver skull on the front. Inside of the book were many multi colored runes that shifted in color with the light. Each page held the secrets of weaving a different spell. Terri had only worked through about a fourth of the spells in the notebook successfully. The deeper one went into the book the more complicated the weaves became until the pages became filled with spells that she had created, which varied in difficulty. One of her spells sat on her shoulder. A little golem made from stone sat content and quiet reading over Terri's shoulder. Despite the stone he was made of the golem moved just as easily as a creature of flesh and was quite cute. His name was Prometheus. Terri had accidently created him as her guardian and despite his size he was quite capable of the job. The rest of the girl was all purple, black, and fishnet that was ordained in skulls. At the moment though Terri was absorbed in her notebook and wasn't watching where she was or where she was going, in fact one might ask if se knew she was going anywhere.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 9:50 am
"A regular villain." he replies, snickering in response to her comment. His head shot up, and he noticed for the first time is little stalker. "Has he been following me?" he asks, turning to look at Jessie. "You'd think I'd have noticed a man dressed like that following me around...." rather disappointed at his apparent lack of observation skills, he turns back to the conversation they had been having before a strangely skull-clad girl appears as well. "Geez, this place is full of interesting people." he stuck his tongue out, making a face at Jessie. "But anyway, you aren't completely sure, are you? How it all works?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 4:35 pm
Jessica simply blinked as she stared towards the boy, surprised that he had just realized there had been someone watching them. Wow, did the boy lack observation skills or what? Either that her her observation skills were just abnormal. Then again, both of those could be true. "I thought you knew." She said with a laugh, finding his oblviousness amusing.
Upon hearing the boy's second comment, she averted her blue eyes towards where his were gazing. There she saw a rather strange girl who was dressed in what most would say was too much skull type stuff. "Well, I guess I don't have to be worried about standing out because of my hair." She said as she looked back towards the boy with a laugh.
"I don't think any of us is sure as to how are power works." Jessica pointed out matter-of-factly to the boy. "Wait... you never told me your name."
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 4:49 pm
"So I'm not observant. Sue me." laughing, he stretches out his legs to their full length before letting them fall back to the ground. Leaning back a bit, Varun doesn't worry about falling backwards. A problem he can easily fix. "Your hair? Oh, I never would have noticed." he grinned, taking a few moments to look at her locks before pulling at his own. "Your hair isn't too weird if you look at mine." he held out his silver locks, though he looked to young to have obtained such a color. "I'm too young to be going gray!" he jokes, laughing until her last comment. "And you never told me yours, so there." he sticks out his tongue, acting all the child. "But you're right... my name's Varun. Interesting, no?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 5:10 pm
"Mine's white your's is grey!" The girl protested, as if white hair was the odder of the too. However, her words weren't mean at all. Oh no, she targeted them in a far more teasing tone. "Psh." She then began, rolling her eyes jokingly. "I bet you're like ninety years old." The blue eyed girl teased.
"Name's Jessica." She introduced with her flawless alluring grin. "And I'm going to call you Ruru." Annoying nicknames that people couldn't help but love was what the girl specialized in.
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:26 pm
"You're wrong there, my dear Jessica. I'm 90 years old and a half." barely managing a straight face, matter-of-fact tone.... before bursting out into a fit of laughter moments later.
"Ahh..." after a minute or two, he manages to calm his laughter down to take in his new nickname. ".....Ruru? It sounds like a girl's nickname." he replies, making another face with his tongue out. "Do I really look that girly?" he asks, suddenly enthralled by such. "Is it my hair? Should I cut it shorter?" not asking anyone in particular, he begins a series of mumbling about his appearance, a rather amusing flaw of his. One 'wrong' word, and he launches into a rather self-centered state of obsession over his appearance. "Maybe...maybe it's the dogtags. Too much like a necklace? Or maybe it's my hat...." continuing on like this, the best course of action is to merely shove him into the cold water of the fountain, or a slap across the face. Poor Varun lacking what one calls 'self-confidence', especially when it comes to his appearance. "Do I really look like a girl?" he looks back at Jessica now, looking rather torn. Pathetic, really. To become so enraptured when he was only given a nickname.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 12:57 pm
Sivraxt listened in on Varun and 'Ruru's' conversation. It seemed he didn't care that he was following him around.
"It seems the nickname she gave him sent him into a confusion on his own gender? This is so confusing, how can they handle having such complexity?" Sivraxt whispered to himself as he continued to stare at his glass statuette in a blank void-like stare.
"And apparently they find my clothing strange in some way, what could be wrong with them?" He whispered to himself, mentioning the earlier comment when he walked out of his hiding spot.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 1:10 pm
Jessica stared at the boy rather confused by his burst of reply. The boy had seemingly taken her comment a bit too seriously. She had not meant it in the slightest, but according to him she had. "You don't look like a girl..." Jessica said in reply to the boy, her tone of voice displaying her puzzlement at his reaction. "You're an adorable wittle boy~" The blue eyed girl then added teasingly, trying to make it a bit less awkward.
"Oh wait," she then began, winking after her next statement. "I mean, old man."
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 3:12 pm
"....Oh." stopping mid-sentence about how he manages to keep his complexion as it is. At her correction, he lets out an uneasy laugh, wondering if an apology was necessary for his outburst. "So I'm an adorable old man?" he asks, restraining a grin. "Well at least I'm still adorable." he nods, crossing his arms in a serious manner. Nodding his head, he hides the fact that he was about to burst out laughing. Though, helplessly, he does so a moment later. "And you're pretty cute.... for a whipper-snapper." he sticks his tongue out, continuing the old man joke.
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 7:48 pm
"How odd, he could just simply drop her insult and just smile..." He spoke to himself as he continued to observe them from across the fountain. His glass statuette was set aside next to him near the edge of the fountain. One wrong move and it would come crashing down onto the concrete, but Sivraxt made sure none of his body parts were nowhere near the statuette.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 9:03 am
"Whipper-snapper?" Jessica questioned the laughing boy, acting rather insulted by such a phrase. Not that she cared, it was rather obvious that they were joking, not meaning any of the words they said. However, when it came to real insults the girl was quite self conscious herself. She hated when people thought ill of her, and was constantly trying to make sure they didn't. Sure she claimed she didn't care what people thought about her, but that was a lie. "I wouldn't call me that if I were you." The blue eyed girl said threateningly. "I can mess with your mind."
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 9:14 am
"My mind?" Varun gasped, his hands shooting up to his mouth. "And in return, I shall make your hair frizzy!" he declares, water drops now floating around Jessica's head. "Though you can mess around with my mind all you want. Not much there." he laughs again, knocking on his own head with his fist.
"Just kidding, of course." the water droplets evaporate into the air, and Varun sits back, relaxed again. This girl was strangely easy to talk to, and it was always fun to mess around with other people your own age. "I apologize for calling you a whipper-snapper, my dear Jessica~" he replies, attempting a diplomatic tone.
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