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Nathanael Nevermore Captain
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 Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 4:17 am
 This is the one part of Crosshaven that hasn't really changed. It is still a lovely enclosed garden between the woods and the Nevermore Mansion, open to all as a place for contemplation and socialization. The flowers still bloom, the vines still grow, as though they have a tenacity and a will of their own to resist the chaos of the rest of the world around them. There is a rumor that in the rarest of moments one can actually see a glimmer of light sparkle in the ground, and new plant life springs up before the eyes. Perhaps this is some distant, fading remnant of a soul who once loved and cared for this place, and lavished her arcane gift upon the soil.  This is a lovely terraced garden with a main gathering spot and many winding paths and smaller gardens opening up from it. It is surrounded entirely by a hand-built stone wall about eight feet tall. Just outside of the enclosure is the woods, a small hunting ground, an archery range, and the edges of the river that winds through Crosshaven. A person can always find a private nook here.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 5:59 pm
+A soft and gentle music floats down from the highest terraces. It's a saxophone, sweet and low.
It's not a sad song, or a happy one, it's a traditional new year's song. Even though it isn't New Years Eve, it seems somehow appropriate.+
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 6:57 pm
A light, warm breeze picks up, and suddenly it feels as if things aren't quite so dire. Not in a place like this, not right now.
And then a soft voice at the edge of hearing. "Is... Dorien?"
Silence rings for a moment or two, and then... the empty space in th of the clearing seems to... get violently ill, writhing and twisting. A delicate hand pushes at the emptiness from within, stretching it as if it were chewed bubblegum. And then a familiar face presses against it. "Dorien, help, they're all in here and-"
The stretch in space returns to normal with an audible twang, like a rubber band. And then, nothing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 7:37 pm
+ The music stops instantly, it just cuts off, and then there's silence. He listens for the voice to pick up again. Just waits, perfectly still in the silence of the night. But it doesn't. It's gone. He tries to focus on it, he tries to make sense of it, he sits there, trying to figure out if he just imagined that or if it really happened. +
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:07 pm
Walking into the gardens Mikah feels an immediate sense of relief. Of well being, of belonging.
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:15 pm
+He is sitting now at the base of a large tree, at the bottom of the terraces, the terrace behind him rising up and all around him like a cover of some kind. It braces him from the wind, at least. He wishes that it would keep memories to rest as well.+
Good evening, there. +He says this to the young lady, who is without a doubt, a wander like him. He knows the look on someone's face when they have come a long way and finally found a place familiar.+
What's your name, dear?
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 3:39 am
----continued from the event thread
She just holds onto him, making muffled sounds of crying. She touches his face and looks at him, almost desperately.
Oh God Ed, I thought you were dead. Everyone keeps dying on me.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 10:05 am
Ed wrapped one arm around Nina's body and brough the other one up around her head pulling her close, "I'm sorry" he whispered leaning into her as close as he could "I'm so sorry" Feeling the tears welling his eyes Ed quickly wiped them away as quickly as he could. It was no time for him to break down now, he knew he needed to be strong.
Kissing Nina lightly on the top of the head he pulled her closer closing his eyes, "Come on, You've been alone too long". Taking her hand he slowly made his way back down the garden path towards the mansion, "Stay here of do we go some where else?" he asked casting a glance to the gate and back to the back door of the manor.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 4:36 am
When she raises her head from his chest, she has stopped crying. It is as though she has trained herself not to be seen showing emotion, and can shut it off when it isn't well tucked out of view. The fact that she showed as much as she did was placing a lot of trust in him.
"Yes, if we could, let's go to my suite." She laces her fingers tightly in his and starts walking towards the manor. "Did your old apartment survive? Is it still standing? Please tell me you aren't out in the cold like so many?"
She looks like she is on the verge of breaking down again, but she is holding back. You imagine when you get to that room she is just going to curl up in your arms and cry for a while.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:15 am
Ed's face sank as she asked him about his home, "Wouldn't know" he replied walking back towards the manor. "I didn't look" Pulling his arm closer to his side he moved closer to Nina.
Stopping in his tracks for a second and turned his head to look at Nina, "would you come with me to look?" The look in his eyes was one of hope that he wouldn't be alone when he found out what had happened to the one place that he had called home in years.
Reaching the door back to the manor he stretched out his hand to the handle and slowly pushed the door open
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 4:41 am
In a different part of the gardens, there was a woman playing "Nearer My God to Thee" with a flute. Her white hair was braided and had a flat, black hat shading the glasses she was wearing. She took off her gloves just to play the flute itself.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:27 pm
She nods, squeezing his hand as they step through the manor. "Let's go and find out together.
You know, Ed, if for some reason, you can't go home, you can stay with me. I have this sprawling manor, and though it's gotten a little crowded of late what with Morigan and the various members of her entourage, it is still big enough, plenty big enough, for you to stay. So don't be afraid. Even if when we find it, it's not there anymore, you still have a place to come home to, if you need it."
She grabs her coat on the way out, and wraps it around her shoulders, not stopping to talk to anyone in the manor on her way out the front door. "I hope it's still there, Ed. I really hope it is. We had some rather fond memories there, didn't we?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2008 4:43 pm
+Slowly and gradually, a saxophone picks up on the melody "Nearer My God to Thee" and through the treetops the sound blends in with the flute, challenging it and playing with the melody in ways only a saxophone can. He flutters his notes, and swims it up a stream of music, that anyone drifting through the gardens will now hear.
They sound good together.+
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 3:58 am
The sudden sound of the saxophone startled the young lady a little, but it did not mess with her playing.
I did not expect this to happen, but it is alright, she thought as she continued to play.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 4:57 am
+ He keeps playing in time with her, and when the song draws to its natural conclusion, he makes himself visible through a copse of trees to the lady with the flute. +
You have skills. Sorry if I surprised you. It's just not that often that other musicians bring their notes to the garden. I'm Dorien.
+ He looks to be about 25, but he must have some disorder or something, cancer perhaps, because he looks far to frail and sickly for his age. But his eyes are quite bright. +
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