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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:12 pm
Private:Haseshi, Dooma Continued from here.
“ Tickets?” Alain asked rather surprised. “ Who are you and what are you doing into my house, no one in the manor uses tickets for traveling, mistress “ He said with a joke tone and grinning and putting some random objects inside his coat and pocket. Cookies, table cloak, a cup with tea and a chandelier, everything he would eye he would put inside.
“ We have lots of door upstairs and I’m pretty sure one of them heads to Africa, it makes centuries since I last used it, but still~” Giving one last look around Alain concluded that he took everything he had to took and perhaps a little more. Going to the stairs he gestured to Dooma go first. “ Mistress” He said grinning.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 7:35 pm
"Oh so I am your mistress now?" She teased him back. "Oh man the things I could do if I live in this house. I could travel to every where I dreamed of and I am sure even places I have not dreamed off."
Dooma started up the stairs after Alain motioned for her too then she turned to look at him, "You call me mistress one more time sir Alain and I might not happen by the bake shop when I come and see you again." She winked at him and moved up the flight to the next floor. "How will you know what door to try...I don't think we are just going to try them all are we?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:08 pm
“ It’s not that amazing. “ Alain said while following her into the stairs. “Sometimes I walk a lot to find the perfect door and suddenly it’s just the bathroom’s one. “ He said stopping in the hall away, surrender by door and an endless weak light. He looked around thoughtfully and after a small pause he says to hear: “ If you were the door to Africa, where would you be?” He asked seriously and then walked slowly into the hall.
After walking a bit, Alain stopped and opened a door by case. It headed to what seemed to be a dressing room of a clothing shop. “ No” He said and went ahead. Stoping one more time to open a door again. This time it headed into the kitchen and they could see Mei, washing the dishes, she smiled for them before he could close the door.
He walked a little more, opening another door. “ My room! I can’t believe I found my room! It makes 5 years since I lost it!”
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 8:30 pm
Dooma listens to him and after he opens a door that apparently led to the kitchen she nods, "I can see how that could be a problem. But if I were a door to Africa I would be in a warm sunny part of the house. But that is just me."
She followed behind him slowly and watched him open another door with great excitement. "Oh my has it been that long?" She looked into his room and smiled, "It is quite clean for being 5 years. Do you need to take a moment and enjoy your room. I can keep opening doors and come back and get you once I found it or do your door like to move around?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 4:29 pm
"Oh no no, opening doors is not as simple and safe as it may look “ Alain said grinning and stepping into the room. Looking around, probably looking for something interesting or usefull, he suddenly clap his finger. “ Now I remember! The door to Africa!” He walks quickly to his closet, pushing apart some clothes, letting a strong sun-light invade the room. One could see a yellow grass on the other side.
“ In case you are wondering, this is not Narnia!” Alain says passing by what seemed to be a portal. “ Come, quick, quick!”
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:40 am
Dooma walked into his room and looked around. The room was a bit cluttered and dusty but very interesting. She was sure that there could be days worth of finding things in the room. But sure enough Alain was off again and she moved to follow him.
"Oh really that was quick! What a interesting place to hide it. I wonder if we will be staying a night or more." She looked at the portal and was thankful that under her cloak she had a cooler outfit on for the harsh African heat.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:52 pm
“ I can’t answers this question “ Alain said about the time they would stay there. “ Do you have any appointment or something? “ He asked vaguely and looking around. It was hot, really hot. But a calm breeze refreshed once in a while, to weak to scare away the heat, but strong enough to make the yellow grass from the savanna dance. Taking a deep and strong breathes, he says: “Isn’t this beautiful!? “ He asked grinning and putting on his insane and sophisticated gentleman face again.
“ To be honest, I have no idea where we are. “ Alain said grinning happily. “ Nor where the elephants are. Everytime I come here I need my friends to help me, and I’m sure they will help this time as well” He made a small pause. “ We just need to find them.” He concluded laughing silently. “ My friends are the Basarwa, an ancient tribe from the Hearth of Africa, they are amazing hunters and will surely help us to locate the elephanties~”
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 8:27 pm
Dooma shakes her head as she starts to unclasp her cloak from her right shoulder. "I have not pressing engagement my time be longs to you for now." She pulled the cloak from her shoulders.
Though at first glance in the city she seemed almost pale here in the hot sun her skin was a rich tan color. She wrapped the Versteckt and key she brought with her within the cloak and tied it to her belt. She wore dark baggy pants and what looked like a black corset which was mostly covered with a very short white tank top. Peaking out of the top of the left side of her tank top was a scar that disappeared down over her left breast. "Why am I not surprised to find you have friends here." She said with a laugh and then smiles at him. "Well I am sure if they are hunters then they shall find us before we find them. What way should we head off in?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2010 1:33 pm
Alain grinned on Dooma’s commentary about her time being all his. “ I have friends all around the world! Sometimes I just don’t know yet. “ he added laughing. “ I think we should head anywhere, by this time they have already sensed our presence, I’m sure. The Basarwa have mystical powers too!” He added, analyzing the surrounds. “ Let’s proceed to the forest and enjoy our time until that, shall we? “ He began to slowly walk to the forest. “ I hope we can find some poisonous snake, it’s funny when they bite!” He laughed silently.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 1:02 am
Dooma tilted her head as Alain talked. "I did not know there were forests in Africa. Though I have never been to it so I would not know." She nods and gives a slight bow. "Well lead on Alain." She moved to follow behind him.
At the posionus snakes comment she rolled her eyes. "You never seem to no surprise me with your coments some times. Though I know some people slowly get use to the venom or poison so they are not effected by it and then they can use the posion to kill others." She shrugs and looks thoughtful.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 11:20 am
“ Well, not forest like the amazonic ones, but this agglomerations of trees, yes~ “ Alain said walking and watching contemplatively the surrenders. There weren’t a lot of flowers or color diversities but looking carefully one could find the little spectacular things like dangerous insects and small creatures of sorts. “ Oh no, I wouldn’t use a Snake as a poison treat, I would probably put them as decorations in the Christmas tree and after the holidays season, free then in the garden to scare slacking off gardeners “ he said laughing.
A sparrow broke the conversation sound, piercing itself near Alain’s foot but not close enough to hit him. “ They have found us “ he added grinning. A Dark skinned man came from behind a tree, holding arrows he was barely dressed, wearing merely a tongue and some beads in the neck. Few by few other ones came out from their hideouts. “ They are surely Basarwa but I don’t know these ones, they were probably kids when I last came “. Saying some impossible to understand words, Alain caught them by surprise. The hunters discussed quickly together, talking out loud on their hard language. After a few moments they began waking, leading Alain and Dooma to somewhere but they still had they spears on guard.
“ They are taking us to the tribe, they are taking us to the tribe!” He said as happy as a little kid to Dooma. “ Ihh~ I hope you can find something or a pet you like too! I’m sure you will be fascinated, iih!”
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 12:07 pm
The more time Dooma spent with Alain the more she thought of him as a small child. He had that sort of freedom of thought and hyperness. She listened to him talk about the snakes and smirked, "That is a good way to get those gradeners to keep working...or spend time in the hospital."
She turned when she saw the spear land at the noble's feet and her hand slipped down to the blade at her side ready to use it but Alain spoke again and she shifted closer to him. "And you are sure these ones are of the tribe?" She watched him talk to the men and she gave up her knife to them as the men led them onwards. She had long since gotten use to the idea that Alain did not age and he had seen so much in this world. Oh I don't know if i will be taking home a pet....I have Vonraim to take care of after all."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:35 pm
“ Ah, but Vonraim can use the bathroom and feed itself, you need something to really give you some work!” Alain said happily while being followed to the tribe. It was a relative short way with lots of wild landscapes to be seen. They arrived in the place. In spite of the precarious condition of the village and the people, they seemed to be happy. There were man and woman working everywhere while the kids were just running and playing around.
“ Isn’t this beautiful? Even tough they are not as rich as the old south-American wilds, but they have grown abnormally on the spiritual side~” he said grinning. The Indian stopped and one of them said something to Alain, pointing to a tent. He was about to enter it when an old and hunchback man came out from it. He had white paints on his face, wear some animal leather over his tongue, had a staff with some feathers and bones hanging along with a great ribcage pendant on his neck. When he noticed Alain he couldn’t help but smile, which bowed in return. Alain wasn’t the kind of man that would bow, expect for someone he really respects.
The old man said something to the other ones, which quickly ran away, gathering things and talking with other people. “ We are staying the night~” Alain said happily. “ I will go for a moment, I will be back soon~ “ He added grinning to Dooma and going away with the dark skinned man, talking with him on his odd tongue.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 1:08 am
Dooma walks eithout much talking. She listened to Alain and looked around at what she could see. It really was beautiful, hot but beautiful. She walked slowly but made no movement to worry the men leading them. She was not one to judge others or to shy away. So when they enter the village she watched the others as much as they wanted her and Alain.
She watched the old man come out and she bowed her head to him just following suit. She had no idea what wasw beign said but she did not say anything until Alain said that they were staying. "So I take it I will be staying with the women and you with the men?" She asked and then hearing him say he was leaving she sighed, "Alright I will just stand here then..." she sighed wondering if it would be easier for her if she could understand them or if it would be the same.
Catching the eyes of a group of children playing she moved slowly over towards them to see if she could get into thier game wail Alain talked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 8:34 am
Alain went around talking with the old man, who happened to be the tribe’s magician. No one there seemed to be scared about Dooma’s look and dress, specially her Skull. When you live in the city, where food simply pop in the market it’s comprehensive that you will be all scared about bones, but when you hunt your food and actually see all little part of it then it’s different.
The kids of both gender were playing together, thronging wood sticks of a long distance, trying to hit a certain circle they had draw in the ground. One of them looked at Dooma and, smiling, gave her some sticks.
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