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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 6:51 pm
Another town full of people and crowds. There were good things and bad things about crowds. The good thing was that for the most part everyone ignored a new person or someone they had never seen before. The bad things was there was always way to many people around, the noise was so loud that one could not hear themselves think, and life always seemed to be in a hurry.
Wünschenhimmel seemed to be like every other large town the traveler had ventured into. Though her manner of dress was clearly foreign, she was not surprise not to get glances for most people and to hear the gasps from children asking why was the strange woman wearing a skull. Underneath the pale skull with a glowing eye that watched others with anger was a thick croup of flaming red hair hung over cold red eyes. Moving at a slower pace then the crowd the woman made her way threw the Tetragram square, and towards Leisure District.
As she walked the woman wondered what it was that had gotten her to this place. She had not seen any trace of Wünschenhimmel on the map...and this town had just happen to pop up randomly. But if she was drawn here maybe it was for a reason. 
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 8:24 am
Mysteries and mysterious people..
All cities seem to have some. But the interesting part is that they are so mysterious that when they walk around you don’t even notice then.
And this is what was happening now. The gentleman in green was now walking on the street, imperceptible. One of this town’s greatest legends, there, shopping…apples!? The elder people from the city would recognize him, either nodding their heads in respect or going inside to be safe. Safe from what?
He bought a bag of apples. And what amazing apples were it, they were so red, and shinny and perfect and- ”Oh.” He mentally exclaimed to himself when he noticed a very peculiar lady on the street and went to poke her.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 9:15 am
As she walked the streets the woman eyes scanned over many of the people in a non interested manner. The red hues landed on a man elegantly dressed in green buying apples but moved on again as she walked past.
Though it seems fate was conspiring against the woman again as she felt a poke. Not of one just bumping her as they walked by but a determined one of 'hey turn around I wish to talk to you' manner. The woman who was at least nearly six feet tall turned to look at the royal dressed man she saw. Her eyes dropped down to look at the bag of fresh bright apples in his hand. As she looked down the skull atop her head glared at him with its steely glowing gaze. But as she looked up the skull's eyes for a moment lingered on him but moved to gaze across the crowd.
"Yes?" She asked in a even accented tone.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 10:16 am
” Oh, what a peculiar piece of being you are!” The man said, gently taking her arm and looking, analyzing every single cellule on it. Then he looked to her face, holding his chin and looking carefully.
The he noticed the skull in her head.
” Now, this is exquisite!” The gentleman in green stared deeply in the skulls eye and prepared his fingers to poke it when he stops and says:
” How rude of me! Would you like an apple? “ he smiled and offered an apple from his package.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:17 pm
The woman watched as he grabbed her arm and looked over it. "Clearly your a charmer with woman. But I think your eye might be bad if your saying such things and looking at me." She lowered her arm back down as he looked up at the skull.
The skull seemed to murmur atop her head and wail it did its teeth nibbled on the brow of the woman. He seemed to warn him not to touch. The woman how ever watched an elder male walk by giving a bow to the man in green. Taking it into account she shifted back to bow to him slightly, "No thank you sir. I have been drawn here and I do not think that it is for the an apple. Besides if you believe in fairy tales then apples are always something to be wary of."
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 2:36 pm
” Don’t be so hard about yourself.” The gentleman in green said. Some people talk with their mouth, other don’t even talk, but there’s always the ones who need to touch something while talking and this was the case. A little bit of self-criticism let him know that this habit could be rather annoying for some people so instead of poking and touching around, the brown-haired man crossed his arms in a way he could put his hands inside the sleeve of the opposite arm.
” And of course I believe in fairy tales! You should too. I’m the kind of person that brings them to life!” He exclaimed happily.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:21 pm
She shook her head, "Oh I am not hard on myself. I think most of the time I am too light on myself. I try to speak the truth as often as I can." She watched as he crossed his arms and seemed to grow a bit more formal. "You are a very interesting one sir."
She turned to start walking again but made a shallow open arm bow showing that he was welcome to walk and talk with her if he like. "Oh are you know sir? Well then you were trying to poison me with such perfect apples. Maybe I should not walk with you. You might trying to lock me in a tower next." She gave him a soft small smile.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 4:54 pm
The gentleman in green accepted the invite and went for a walk with the peculiar lady. ” I’m Alain, pleased to meet you lady, you were exactly who I was looking for. ” he smiled and went along with her, they were catching a great amount of stared since skull-hats and formal Victorian outfits were exactly the newest trend around.
Taking a few moments to think about what she said, he mentioned: ” If I killed you with a poison apple I wouldn’t be able to turn you into a haltia, unless you wished to avenge and kill me, which would be a very cliché case, a creation wanting to kill it’s master…” He looked above and started to wonder, forgetting about if what he was saying was making any sense.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:32 pm
The woman did not seem bothered by the stares in the slightest and walked 'proudly' by his side. "Dooma is my name. My name or my description is normally not in the same sentence as the world lady." she said turning to look at him. He did have a very noble air about him. She was right in her guess of him being some kind of royalty she was sure.
As he spoke again she tilted her head slightly, "I do not know what a Haltai is Alain sir but I do know that many a creation, more so the ones who never wished to be created seek some kind of revenge against their makers." She straighten up a bit and nods, "Even humans turn against their gods. They might love the gift of life but when things go wrong we always look for a scape goat and if we can not find one then our hearts fill with regret and we will destroy others or we will ourselves die wanting. But this is just an observation from a wanderer." she turns again to him, "So how am I meeting the standards to the person you were looking for?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 10:03 am
 He shacked his hand in the air like saying “ forgive it”. “ You read to much Mary Shelley, don’t you? “ He laughed quietly to himself. “ Not all thing brought to life sick revenge some of the wish for love! Other for acceptance, it is funny yet beautiful! “ Alain said dream fully. “ But… You wouldn’t think that this little one here could harm anyone,,,could it? “ he said taking a wooden carver ball jointed doll from one of his internal pockets. It was impossible that something so big could fit inside it was… magic!?
“ Now that you asked, this is peculiar. I know that it is you simply because I know! Opportunities are all around people just need to find them. Sometimes opportunities will kick you, I could have kicked you but it wouldn’t be very polite. “
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 1:55 pm
The woman shook her head, "I do not know Mary Shelley sorry. But it is true that some only seek to be loved or accepted but when they are not often they long for death or revenge."
She turned to watch as the strange man called Alian pulled our a ball jointed doll. It was perfect and smooth with no hint or mark of individuality. It looked far too perfect to be of no harm. "Noting so perfect or smooth could be as innocent as you say." She looked over it as it seemed to grow large once outside of his jacket. How had she not seen a bulge or sign of it before.
"Had you kicked me we might have had a brawl here. Royal or no royal, beating or harming one undeserving is uncalled for. Do not tell me you shall trap my soul with in that doll. You don't get a sick kick of having exotic's trapped in a doll or puppet body for you use do you?" She smirked and looked into his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:13 pm
“Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein, she was a great friend of mine but eventually she died... so sad. If she were alive I could brought up some inspiration for her!” Alain added happily looking up to the sky. Frankenstein was a very old book, from around two hundreds year ago, if it’s author were alive she would probably be as beautiful as a mummy.
“ Eh, trapping souls? Well, I do it. “ And after a moments he quickly added: “ But with consensus! All souls actually want to be brought to life again. And I don’t play with these dolls, I let others play! It’s like a chief, they never actually eat what they cook … and a maid! A maid always clean up everything but her house is always messy. And…!” He could go along with other wicked samples but decided to stop right there. “ Can I count on you?”
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:57 am
Dooma shook her head, "I travel a lot. Not really much time for reading sorry. But all good things come to an end. Lives are not forever." She watched him seem to fall into a moment of self reflection. Wail he did so she shifted to get them walking again.
"Never trust a cook who does not eat or sample their own work." She smirked at him, "I have a feeling you enjoy talking don't you? And I do not think all souls wish to come back. There are some who have come back only to meet a similar fate and if that soul is always going to find the same fate I am sure they wish to end it and stop suffering."
When he asked her if he could count on her she stopped again and raised a brow. The skull atop her head gave a soft growl of warning. "And what would it be that you would be counting on me for Alian sir?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 8:03 am
“ Eh, I guess that you are right, I never really tasted one of my dolls… “ he said approaching it from his mouth like he would lick it but a thought of sobriety made he stop it and start laughing.
“ I can guarantee you that all souls I brought back to life asked me to “ Alain said grinning. “ And there’s no such thing like fate, just vicious energy running in circles, it’s just a question of finding the weak point and break free from it.“ It seemed to be a lag between the time one would say something and the time he would actually answer it properly because his thoughts always seemed to be light-years away from the reality.
” Indeed, I enjoy talking. Hm. Am I taking your time, lady? I didn’t mean to bother I guess I will leave you now-sweets!” His attention was quickly caught by the pastries shop on the sidewalk, there were the most perfect baked-goodies.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:43 am
Dooma reached a hand up and rubbed the back of her neck. It was clear that they two of their beliefs were not the same. But she would not hold that against him. Each to their own she often said. She wanted him with the doll one brow just slightly raised. But he seemed like a nice enough guy and he really did care about your work. As he gote distracted by sweets she thought for a moment that she should hurry away leaving him with the doll and a cake but she stopped to watch him at the window.
"If you were looking for me, I don't think it would matter if I were tired of your talking. Do not worry I am not but if you were looking for me don't you think you should tell me why Alain sir so that I am not waist more of your time?"
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