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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 2:50 pm
(This takes place post "The breaking of the seal." as of now the reasons for sailing to this continent is unknown. This port is the town of Artellu just East of Billian isle. )
Kimiko sighed as she pulled her cloak tighter around herself. It was wet, windy and most importantly for her, raining.* This, as you would expect, did not please the blue haired girl who sat beneath the only available shelter this close to the dock. She wasn't the only one, but no one else was much worth her notice at that time. Her thoughts turned to where her companions were, Kain had returned to Petra, Rihara wasn't nearby, maybe she was feeding.
She shivered again as she thought about the others "Dulce, Aten, are you playing nearby?" she muttered aloud. She hoped they weren't but she doubted she was wrong. Glancing upwards, her eyes locked onto the ship, it came from Namek. The ship had come to fetch Aten, and, well, she personally chose to tag along. With a bit of luck and the quick relenting of Aten she'd managed to gain passage.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 3:47 pm
Aten and Dulce had been shopping in nearby shops, with there being a dock, and a large amount of people, there was of course alot of trade taking place, which attracted big shops and big flocks of tourists.
Of course, it was atleast 95% Aten that was doing the shopping, but more likely 100%, with Dulce being tugged along. Not normally the type to take orders from a short but cute weaker being, Dulce was uncharacteristically relenting to the Vampire boy's demands. Popping into shops, and accumilating a number of bags, most of which, Dulce had to carry.
In the end though, it was mostly confectionery that they had bought, lots of sweet things, many from different regions, along with a few new clothes, in a number of different styles, yes, Aten certainly was living upto stereotypes.
'hmmmmm, I guess that's everything we need, shall we head over to the dock, and see if our ship has arived?' the vampire boy said sweetly to Dulce, unaware that he was most likely getting somewhat annoyed with carrying over a dozen bags.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 11:43 pm
'I knew I wouldn't enjoy this...' Dulce thought to himself, forced to try on a silken, skirt-like robe. It was black, with silver embroidery and small purple gems sewn in between shimmering swirls.
He groaned irritably as his Vampiric companion squealed with delight and fired a flurry of compliments at the Demon, before hurriedly looking for more garments to throw his way.
After finally escaping from the pit of despair clothing shop, the Incubus sighed heavily as bags and boxes were piled high into his arms, while the high-spirited creature of the night skipped ahead to the docks, his face brightening further when he saw the ship in the distance.
Dulce slowly caught up with the cute companion, setting the mountain of goods on the ground, thankful that each bag and box were waterproof. He knew Aten would sulk and moan at him if any of his precious new items were to get even the slightest bit wet.
The silver-haired Demon always pondered to himself why he would want so many items around him all the time, when Vampires were supposed to be detached from human wants and needs, and had no interest in material posessions.
He was soon awoken from his thoughts, though, when the bright-eyed boy began to chatter to him excitedly about the ship, and where it was headed.
Dulce mused that it was best just to keep quiet and listen, in attempts to lessen the urge to strangle the boy.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 12:04 pm
Kimiko heard the vampire before she saw him and chuckled after she spotted Dulce. She pouted at what she saw. They'd been shopping and not told her? She didn't think there was time for that kind of thing, her ears twitched in thought. Should she be irate or curious? She wasn't immediately sure. So she approached and went for what she was feeling most when she reached the duo.
When she reached them she was more curious then angry. That in mind she tapped both men on the head, or she attempted to at least. Kimiko was too short to reach Dulce's head without standing on her toes. "Hiya, so what did you buy?" she asked, her tail waving under her cloak.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 1:49 pm
Alchaeon starred coldly out at the sea; he barely felt the rain and the cold compared to the others around him. He turned his eyes to Kimiko "why are we in this place? I've never known anywhere so... " he left his sentence unfinished and turned away.
The change in Alchaeon had been remarkable; since Soirka had left unexpectedly one night he'd turned cold to the world and hated every waking moment. It hurt him deeply to watch Aten and Dulce but he knew it wasn't their fault...
With a sigh he looked towards the overcast sky and for the thousandth time that day thought of her smiling face... if he could die.... he mused.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 2:07 pm
Kimiko's attention had been on the various boxes and bags that Dulce had been carrying. However, she turned, letting out a sudden squeak as Alchaeon spoke up. She placed her hand on her heart, honestly she'd forgotten he was there, which was quite cruel really. She glanced at Aten and Dulce, then back at Alchaeon "I suppose we're tag a longs really, I want to see Namek, and well."
Kimiko trailed off after that and her attention returned to the boxes, her curiosity very strong. One of her hands lazily fingered her swords hilt for no real reason.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:42 pm
Dulce's gaze passed over the angel as he spoke coldly, questioning the group's current location. The Demon looked over the darkening feathered wings for a brief moment, his own leathery appendages flapping about slightly in the harsh wind of such terrible weather.
"It's a bloody miserable day," he groaned, his voice low and grating. He ran a hand through his long silver hair, his wrist brushing past a dark ribbed horn, the pointed tip gleaming with fallen rain.
His blood-tinted golden eyes still followed Alchaeon's movements, never tearing his gaze away for a moment, even when their eyes met.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 3:46 pm
Drawing closer to the dock, Aten noticed that he and Dulce were not the first to the boat, but that was to be expected, considering how long he had dragged Dulce around shopping. Reaching the boat itself, Aten signaled for one of his servants that he recognised, who proceeded to depart the boat and head towards Aten. ' Would you be a dear, Valtesh? and take the bags my partner is holding into my room'. With that, the servant boy nodded, and proceeded to swiftly but gently take the bags and boxes onto the boat.
'When will the boat be ready to depart?' . The servant boy, still feeling ecstatic from his master remembering his name, softly, and oh so sweetly, almost muttered 'Within half an hour, master'.
Aten smiled and got onto the boat, as elegant and lavish as any royal convoy should be, with gold leaf almost everywhere, and encrusted jewels in selective and poignant locations. ' I'd like to officially welcome you all onto my ship, and say that I'm happy you're all coming to visit my home, especially you, Dulce', he winked softly at his lover and extended his hand, welcoming him onto the ship.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 4:30 pm
With barely so much as a whisper (to Dulce, at least - his fixation with the Angel seemed to block out background noise), the bags and boxes were removed from the Incubus' grasp, and instead his wrist was gently tugged at by a smaller hand that felt cool and smooth in his own long, clawed hand.
Subconsciously accepting the Vampire's gesture, Dulce stepped onto the luxurious barge, inwardly marveling at its furnishings.
His free hand brushed against the gold-coated walls; the long, slim fingers pushing outwards and pulling back in as the nerves sent the sensation from the touch to the scheming mind of the Demon.
The tall, silver-haired man turned his head to look back at the Vampire, Angel and Feline lady. Without realising it, his eyes found their way back to the feathered limbs protruding from between Alchaeon's shoulder blades, the rain sliding over each smooth feather, the water droplets fighting a losing battle against gravity and falling steadily to the floor of the boat.
The Demon then broke free from being lost in his thoughts as a pair of large crimson orbs blocked his view from anything else, throwing Dulce's focus off and forcing him to step back to let his eyes adjust.
He looked at Aten expectantly, knowing that the Vampire 'God' either wanted something from him, or had something else to talk about...
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2008 4:35 pm
(Mysterious pack that should have been there. Yay for ret conning.)
Kimiko adjusted the pack on her back before stepping onto the ship. She did so after Dulce, but she left the deck quicker then he did. "Thanks for the invite" she'd said passing by the royal vampire and heading below deck. She didn't have very high hopes but she'd thought she'd have a sniff about anyway. Perhaps she'd find a young woman on board to play with, though it seemed doubtful.
Below deck she was unable to pinpoint any specific scents except those of spices. Including mysterious magics used to help preserve food. Her ears drooped as she passed the kitchen. She'd at least assumed it would contain one woman. Sadly it didn't "Should have known Aten is more interested in male flesh." she thought before turning to walk away.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 2:31 pm
As Alchaeon was led away to his room he noticed Dulce looking his way... the look made him feel uncomfortable... he wasn't sure if Dulce wanted to fight or to... well, he didnt want to think about it. He passed the other cabin doors while in a daze then threw his bag upon his bed and scanned the room.
It was modest but he didnt want much more than a bed right now. He looked at the bed then shook his head angrily with himself "where are you?" he released the question to the wind; despite knowing he wouldn't get an answer his heart hammered hard with hope then plummetted.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 7:34 am
A magical psychic anouncement was made by the ships Captain, which spoke to everyone on board at an individualy tailored volume. ''This is the Captain speaking, welcome aboard, the sea is ideal for our journey so I certainly hope it is a comfortable one. Dinner will be served in 2 hours, if you would like to visualise the precise meal that you would like, then within reason, it will be ready at that time. There will be a ten minute alert before it is served''
Upon hearing this, Aten began to ponder what he would like, it didn't take him long of course, he opted for a 50 oz steak, very rare, with battered oysters drizzled with the blood of a young boy. He remembered that drinks and dessert would be decided later and so grinned as he finished visualising the meal together.
''Mmm, now that's sorted, shall we go check out our room, my love?'' Aten softly asked Dulce, while moving towards the stairs that would lead to the accomodation deck.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2008 8:41 am
Dulce looked upwards at nothing in particular as the voice rang throughout the rooms, reminding the passengers about dinner. He took the announcement in, despite not really needing to hear it. As long as he stuck by the small vampire boy, he'd be able to feast whenever he pleased.
For aesthetic purposes, though, he opted for rare lamb with noodles. Dulce had no idea why, but he had become quite fond of pasta as of late; the fact that he didn't need the food meant he could always have some when he pleased just for the texture and taste. Of course, almost-raw meat was a given, and would suffice while he was to wait for the real meal...
Suddenly the youthful voice interrupted his thoughts of fine cuisine, and the Incubus looked to the source of the intrusion into his thoughts, who was currently advancing towards the carpeted staircase. Dulce slowly padded after him, not really interested in what Aten actually wanted to do (as always), but it was simpler if he just went along with what the Vampire requested.
'Besides,' he thought, 'fine meals should always begin with a starter...'
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 11:43 am
When the message came Kimiko was dozing, her entire body curled into a ball. Her dreams revolved mainly about scantly clad dancing girls. A fantasy she'd have to look for away from Atens court. Once the message came Kimiko woke up a bit dazed, too dazed to give a specific request, her mind fell onto swordfish.
That done she soon flopped back into her catnap, returning to dreams of female flesh.
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