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 Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2005 7:41 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 10:57 am
1. Index
2. Rules and News
3. Mother figure
4. Father figure
5. Lireal (Hitsuji)
6. Photos
7. Supplies and Gifts
8. Before Guild Roleplay (Yi Min in Dark Red, Berserker in Dark Blue)
9. Before Guild Roleplay
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 10:58 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:00 am
name: Yi Min
age: 19
height: 5 feet 2 inches
weight: ninja
career: College Student
Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Painting, and RP
personality: Very out spoken when I want my feelings known. Otherwise quiet and keep to myself. Caring.
history: >.0 What is there to know?
God only knows what made me decide to pick Berserker out of the wonderful bunch who applied to help me. I guess maybe I seen the awesome connection between the hitsuji and he. His personality suits mine a bit well and he does have a strange way with sticks. o.0 Anyway, we now live together, in seperate bedrooms of course, and we usually mind ourselves. Beings we both work and I also have class on occasion, we hardly ever actually bother eachother. Well.. here we are, attempting to raise one of these darlings together... Please god, don't let Berserker teach her how to use a stick!
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:05 am
 ...or otherwise known as the "bad influence"
Name: Berserker
Birthday: July 10th 1981
Heigth: 1, 76 m
Zodiac sign: cancer
Education record: Abitur, several semesters of information science at university, has worked as a webmaster for a couple a websites
Ocupation: nothing, actually sweatdrop At least at the moment ^^;;
Talents: Drawing, cooking, cheesy jokes, finding the strangest things on the internet, having a super maga ultimate reflex save of DOOM!
Hobbies: Drawing, Wrestling (watching), Anime (watching), D&D 3.0 (pen & paper) as a player and as GM, computer games, Internet
When Yi decided to sell these adorable creatures and needed at partner in crime, there were several people that wanted to get the job. It is unknow how, but somehow the person that used to poke her with a stick somehow won the competition. Ever since Berserker lives in the small house together with Yi and "the little ones". He usually is found with a cigrette dangling from his lips, in clothes that suggest he'd be placed better in an "adult etablisment" (though nobody is sure on which side of the table).
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:32 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:33 am
  Yi decided to show Berserker who the boss is. :proud:
Lireal's Room (With the help of thedollpalace.com)
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 11:39 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 12:47 pm
Can we keep it?
Berserker awoke and found the world - in general and on the whole - to be a hostile place. His head was throbbing, his nose was running and his troat was hurting. One foot lurked out below the blanket and found the world to be not only hostile but really really cold, too.
After another ten minutes of trying to get up from the warmth of his bed he hid himself in two totally different colored moringrobes. Now that was better. "Do not fall asleep on the kitchen table again - at least not half naked" he mused to himself as he strode down the hallway. All he wanted was a nice hot cup of tea.
Flipping an unlit cigarette in his mouth he casually passed the entrance and noted distantly Yi was standing outside talking to someone. Through the thick glass of the door it looked like Pink.
The door opened and excited chatter invaded the hall. Berserker turned around about to snarl at them, to be a bit more quiet and to show some sympathy.
So he turned and opened his mouth, but that was all he did. Pink held a fluffy little creature in her arms and it was just so gorgeous he couldn't turn his eyes away from it, much less be angry at anybody right now.
Remembering that Berserker was a bit sick, Yi eventually calmed down the chatter between herself and Alice. Alice had left the house and was on her way home now. Yi skipped to the kitchen to make Berserker some nice hot soup. Just what he needed, at least, that is what Yi's mom used to do for her.
He looked pittiful, just plain exhausted. Poor guy. Yi just wanted to hug on him, to her, her hugs fixed everything. Well, at least in a perfect world they would fix EVERYTHING. Why couldn't the world be perfect? She wondered to herself as she stired the soup and then began to make a new pot of tea. Her eyes twitched and she made a strange face. Does tea and soup go together? Mix well in the stomach? She had never tried and she certainly wasn't going to at this moment. Gross...
Berserker made his way to the couch in the living room and was balled up in a semi-fetal position. His house coats were both pulled over him. Yi didn't think it was that cold in the house, after all she kept the thermostat on at least 75 degrees durring the winter. So melodratic! At least she hoped he was only being a drama king.
Yi was really awesome.
After Pink and the cute fluffy little thing had left she took care of me. As I have to admit, I don't remember much of that day. My fever had risen noteably and my mind was foggy.
It was all a great blur of emotions and impressions, some of which were real, and some others probably weren't. The feel of choking heat, melting you to a pityful puddle on the floor... in rapid exhanging with freezing cold, bringing up memories of your childhood... those from when the other kids thought it was fun to burry you under a pile of snow and most definately crossed the line to when it stopped being funny. A feeling as though your head was being slowly smashed in by unbearable pressure coming forth from your own face.
And inbetween all of this... soup. Nice hot and warm, a worried glance every now and then, and it did comfort me and made the world a little bit better.
I roughly remember sleeping on the couch and looking for my cigarettes which were nowhere to be found. I think I may have slept the entire night on the couch.
When I woke up, my back was hurting and my eyes still felt as though they were burning into my skull. But I could focus. When I slowly and somewhat unsteadily stumbled into the kitchen Yi was preparing dinner. "You look better" she told me and gave me a pot of tea, "...but not really healthy, rest a few days and you will be fine" she gave me warm smile and a pat on the back.
"Thank you" as simple the words may be they were meant for far more than just the tea. And I think Yi understood.
Poor Berserker, he still looked a bit sick and there was nothing I could actually do about it. Truth be told, I was begining to think maybe he would never get better and I would be forced to find a new house-mate. Do you know how hard it is for someone like me to find a person to get along with this well? I am not sure what it is, maybe it is that we both major in art or maybe we are just both on the same level.
I am normally not one for cooking, it is a talent that God did not bless me with, yet Berserker did not complain. I think he may have lost some of his taste from being sick this week. Which, I am totally not complaining, I'd feel horrible if he did tell me how disgusting my cooking was. But then again, I do not believe he would have had the heart to tell me anyway.
As I served him hot tea, right of the stove, a question began to boil in my mind. I smirked a little, my cynical 'iwantsomething' smile. Berserker realized it too. After thanking me, he raised a brow. I smiled even more so widely. How could he say no to my charms? (Sarcasm)
"Well, there is a Hitsuji not applied for.. and I was wondering.." I couldn't finish my question, instead I scratched the back of my head. She remembered that she did indeed hide his cigs, and hoped he hadn't noticed them gone yet. Is that why is brow is lifted in question? "um.. well. Can we keep it!?"
Who is the cocky one?
"Can we keep it?" she seemed a bit nervous as she asked. Or maybe it was just my foggy mind that thought so.
The slight smile on my face widened to a full-grown grin. So, after all I promised them, that they would get the most amazing perents the could imagine... which probably wasn't me. Seeing I'm the guy that I am... but I'd be glad to keep one, and Yi most definately would qualify for "most amazing parent they could imagine". So we'd probably make a very good duo.
"A great idea" I smiled, reaching for my cigarettes, that magically had appeared on the kitchen table along with ash-tray and lighter, short before Yi had asked.
"...but we have to pay good attention that your cockyness won't rub off on it too much" I grinned and winked at her... and got beaten over the head with the newspaper, as she mumbled something about me( - of all people -) being the cocky one here.
So it was decided, we'd keep it. I was getting a really warm fussy feeling and a bit excited, too. It would be a great thing.
I finished my plate, which - like everything else that day - tasted of nothing in particular, but looked very good and complimented Yi on her cooking skills, wondering why she didn't cook more often.
I was thrilled, more than thrilled... if that is possible. We were going to have one! I felt like jumping around like a girl with a preteen crush on one of those annoying boy bands. But instead, I hugged Berserker, even after his witty remark about me being cocky and beating hime with a newspaper. I am not cocky and he was showing that he was indeed getting better! I sat down across from him at the kitchen table and thought for a moment.
"It'll be great.. and considering our class schedules seem to go back and forth, there will always be someone here with it.." Hmm.. it? Was that what I should be calling the untransformed baby? 'It' was a girl after all. "She needs a name." It spilled out of my mouth before I realized I was even thinking it.
I looked at Berserker, he was begining to light a cigarette, vial things they are! I could have sworn that when we agreed to share a place, that there would be no smoking in the house. I twitched, trying not to nag, I don't want to be his mother, but er.
I took a deep drag from my cigarette and experienced the nice "instant home" feeling I probably like best about them. "You're right she does need a name" I mused. "I know that I'm probably not the best person, when it comes to chosing names... I mean after all my most favourite roleplaying character goes by the name of... 'Randy' ... Randy of Candlekeep' I may add" I raised my head and tried my best to make it sound important.
The best I could come up with would probably be something along the lines of "Brittany"...
A coughing fit violently interruppted my thoughts, and I got that "cigarettes are bad for you"-look from Yi, that I hate so much... probably because I know she is right.
I raised a brow at his coughing attack. Uh-huh, I wasn't going to say a word, I could tell he knew what I was thinking and that was good enough for now. "Brittany?" I bit my bottom lip. I am not too fond of regular, everday names. I was thinking more a long the lines of, "Lireal.. after a drow girl in a book series I've read." For an artist, Berserker was a horrible creative name giver.
I still had to hold back a laugh for the name of Randy. I have an uncle named Randy and at the mention of that name... I see big, middle aged man leaning in a chair, dirty boots on the table, drinking a beer and eating pizza. Gross.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 12:48 pm
And it came to pass that her name will be Lireal
"Lireal"... it was... nice... actually. I rolled the name around in my mind and came to the conclusion, that I like it. Yes, it was a good name.
"I like it" I simled at Yi and put out my cigarette.
I was starting to feel dizzy again, and after the meal I was quite a bit tired, too. I remained sitting in the kitchen and discussed the name with Yi - which I enjoyed quite a lot. After some time Yi noticed how hard it was for me to follow the conversation and told me to go to bed. Which I did almost immediatly. After all sleep is the best medicine.
I still sat at the table of Berserker made his way to bed. I stared at his cigarettes, nasty habit. And now, our kitchen smelled just as nasty. I opened a window for a few minutes. I would have to talk to him about that when he gets better. Sick people hardly remember important things. At least when I am sick, I remember almost nothing and act a fool. I looked out the window and remembered I needed to get the Hitsuji ready to go home with their new owners. It pains me to see them go, but I know the people I have accepted into my trust, will do a good job.
While pulling my rather large basket from under the sink, I thought about how nice it is going to be to have a little one around, even at my age. I have always loved children, and this is just going to be great. "Lireal...." I spoke out loud and made my way to the green house. I picked up all four flowers, placing them securely into the basket and throwing a towel over the top. It was close to freezing and there was no way I was going to let them suffer even one bit.
When I came back inside, I placed them on the window ledge in the Kitchen, after closing the window of course. I then check on Berserker. He was already asleep or at least seemed it. Ah, He was holding his lighter in his hand. I bet he knew I was planing to hide his cigs. I smirked, covered him with an extra blanket and shut his bedroom door. I then took my relaxing place in the livingroom and watched some televison.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 12:51 pm
before the guild Yi came straight home from work, pulled off her jacket and flopped on the couch. "I hurt.." She mummbled and looked around the living room for any signs that Berserker was home. Yi shruged, pulled off her shoes and then turned on the television. As always, nothing important or worth watching was on. So, she pulled out her history book and began studying. After about twenty minutes, she made her way to the kitchen and made some hot tea. She was tired, but it was important that she get at least half of the chapter read before the next class. Work and school is a hard and stressful combination.
After a full hour of reading, Yi watered Lireal. She put her hands on her the sides of her face and leaned against the window cill. "I wish it were easier to do college and work and have my job." She sighed and now understood how awkward it must be to the other owners, talking to a plant. Yi looked around again and her blue eyes seemingly popped out of her head. "Gawd! It's a mess in here!" True, it was. Berserker had again left out his pack of cigs, ash trays were full, dishes filled the sink and the garbage needed taken out. Yi grunted and pulled her pony tail tighter. "Wish I got paid for this...."
About two hours later, the small house was completely clean, with the exception of Berserker's bedroom and their joint office/art space. It wasn't her place to pick up his room and it was useless cleaning a room that was daily covered with new coats of paint and oil pastels. Yi took Lireal and her planter into the living room with her, set her on the coffee table and began to read her history book again, but this time out loud. Maybe something would rub off to Lireal.. like smarts? When I came home the first thing I noticed was that someone had cleaned the house. The things I had somehow lost, forgotten or carelessly discarded somewhere in the ouse were placedin a neat heap beside the door to my room. I felt a little bad, that I had caused Yi so much trouble, and took the heap and got it inside my room.
But! I had a surprise for Yi. After all the stress (and knowing that she actually had a lot more to do than me), I thought we should deserve something really nice.
As I entered the kitchen with my purchases, I heard how Yi was reading out something. It came from the living room. I just had to take a peek. Carefully I opened the door just a few centimeters, as quietly as I could manage and saw how Yi was sitting there, a book in her hands and was reading out to Lireal. I first thought "wow, she's really nice to give Lireal some inside to something as important and exciting as history" but when I looked closer I saw how stressed Yi's face actually looked and figured it was probably only a way of studying.
Quietly I returned to the kitchen and started preparing our meal. I tried to be as quiet as possible. I had brought potatoes, onions, funghis, carrots, peas, cauliflower and - to complete the meal - a medium sized duck. I didn't know if Yi actually liked duck, but I thought the chance as pretty high, as I loved it. I just hoped she was like most people, and there wouldn't be a fight for the heart and the liver, that I had planned to eat myself.
As I placed the duck in the form I wondered distantly if Yi knew that I did not only have Advaced course english when I was still in school, but as my second and thus last advanced course history.
A really good smell began to seemingly come from the kitchen. Did I leave something on the stove and forget? With a brow raised I began to wonder. I set my history text down and sneekily walked towards the kitchen door. "Berserker?" I questioned out loud as I opened the door. What was he doing in there? I open the door and peek in. "You cook!?" I could feel the look of puzzlement settle on my face. "What are you doing?"
I sat on the Kitchen table and stared at him, while fiddling with a glass ashtray. I bit my bottom lip and made a half smile.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 12:54 pm
BG "You cook?!" I could hear Yi gasp. I turned around to see the cutetest look of puzzlement on her face. Oh - obviously I never bothered to tell her that I can cook and often like cooking, too. Oops.
"What are you doing" I tryed to surpress a grin, but it actually came out as a smile that must look as a mix between a sheepish smile and a smirk. She sat down on the kitchen table and simply stared at me. It became harder to surpress the grin.
"Well, seeing that you decided to take a trip with Lireal through the wonders of times past, I just couldn't bring myself to destroy the magical moment and thought I might prepared the duck that I brought myself." I told her sincerly as I sat a pot of water onto the stove. The duck had been in the oven for quite some time now. The kitchen table was basically full of the vegetables I brought, cleaned and losely arranged in group.
"You see I thought we had enough fast and can food food lately and it would be a good time for sothing nice." I smiled at her, as I sat down opposite of her. I reached for my cigarettes, leaned back and lit a cig.
I eyed him, not knowing whether I should smile or give him the 'evil eye' for lighting that cig... another cig in the house. I smiled and watched him, "You are so great!" and then gave him a short hug. I sat there for a moment or two and found myself spinning a piece of cauliflower around.
"Can you believe I've been reading the same chapter for about two hours every day this week? I think I should stop taking notes on it and just read it." I sighed, it was true. Who would have thought that one chapter would be over a hundred pages long!? And, to top that off I had a whole nother chapter to read before my responce was due... tomorrow!
It was begining to smell even better than before and I could feel my stomach squeeze, telling me it wanted food. I raised a brow. "Yeah, Fast food...bleh.." Then I looked up at Berserker, who now had a cigaratte hanging out of the corner of his mouth. "Ya'know, when Lireal finally becomes a baby... you cannot smoke in here..." I said this slowly and in a small voice, hoping it wouldn't upset him. "I might have to start rolling up the newspaper to teach not to eh?" I smiled cynically and gave a small laugh.
"Yes, I know. No more smoking in the kitchen... or the living room.. or anywhere in the house where Lireal is allowed to be" I sighed. I knew that that was coming along, it still annoyed me and somehow put my mood down.
I kept my thought to myself and continued to prepare the meal. After twenty more minutes I put dishes on the table and prepared everything, as the food would be ready soon.
The duck was looking good, a few more mointues and it could be served. I had made a butter sauce with several different spices and safran for the vegetables, that were by now just right.
I got the duck out of the oven and onto a big plate. I filled the vegetables, the sauce and the ptatoes into respective pots and placed the on the table. I took the pan and filled the mix of funghis, onion and paprica beside the duck onto the plate and also put that plate on the table.
Before I sat down I sneaked the heart and the liver onto my plate. Grinning I sat down and looked at Yi...
"Guten Appetit!"
I gave a small smile and knew it would be hard for him, but he would do it anyway. I then sat across from him and realized it was liver on his plate. My stomach turned, but I grinned anyway. The whole idea was nice of him and I really just wanted to enjoy it. My mind began to go astray, there were so many things running through my head at that moment. I blew the bangs out of my face and bit her bottom lip, as I slipped into a daze.
Mindlessly, I picked up the fork and began to play with the food on my plate, occasionally taking a bite.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 12:57 pm
BG2 (before guild two)
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My alarm was set for ealier morning, no surprise I was startled when it finally went off. It was loud and extremely annoying. Why couldn't they make alarm clocks for light sleepers? That would be very nice. I rolled out of bed, turned on my CD player and began my weekday routine of dancing around while getting dressed. It was something I've done since I was about ten years old and will most likely continue to do till I am too old to move my hips.
After pulling on a pair of baggy jeans and old button up shirt (My studio clothes), I walked quietly to the kitchen and made a nice bowl of frosted mini-wheats.
Not being sure of whether or not to wake Berserker, I tip-toed to the studio room. The studio room was, well exactly what it sounds like. A huge office like space that Berserker and I share. We use it mostly for working on art projects and sometimes I use it for school work. It's great and I love it. I lounged back in the computer chair for a moment. "What should I work on today?" I sighed and pulled out one of my portfolios. "Damn..." I really do hate working on things I HAVE to do. It is valentine's day? Why am I forcing myself to do art work for college? I mumbled a few profanities under my breath and set to work with my pastels.
I don't know what it is but every time I use pastels I end up with pastel all over me. My face, my hands, my arms and even my legs... really I am one messy person. As always, I turned on to my wonderfull mp3 player and pulled the headphones over my ears. As I worked, many questions ran through my head. I realize, there are a lot of things I do not know about my house mate! Does he have a girlfriend? Does he like girls? Does he like boys? How do we get along so well? Maybe this was all just because of the day it was. I tend to get sappy on 'Love day.' Quickly realizing the thoughts now running through my head, unmentionable thoughts of... bed things... I cursed out loud, shook the thoughts out of my head. I picked up a different shade of red to add to my work and began to shake my behind to the rock music playing in my headphones.
It was already noon when I finally woke up. I had spent the last days doing this and that but nothing really. I felt like rolling over again (for about te fourtht time today, but I didn't really keep track), but I should finally start to get my portfolio together.
After another half hour of debating the neccessarity of getting up with myself my stomache won after all.
I dressed went to the bathroom and quickly aet a bowl of cornflakes in the kitchen. After that I ddecided to finally start to put my portfolio together.
After collecting everything I went into the studio, carring a huge heap of papers. Yi was already there working on a piece with pastels. It was coming along good.
"Good morning" I mumbled and she turned around - surprised and a bit shocked. "oh, I didn't mean to startle you" I apologized. She continued to stare a couple of seconds as I set down the heap.
"Good evening" she finally said.
I looked at him for a moment and held back a huge smile. How can one not smile at someone who dresses as if they dance a poll for a living? I took a breath in and squinted for a moment. "Good evening."
I then searched for a blue pastel to blend with the red. I scratched my face, leaving more colorful traces of art. "What do you plan on doing today?" I turned back around to see what he was up to. My teeth biting down on my bottom lip.
"Oh, I actually wanted to sort through this pile of 'artworks'" I said pointing to the heap "- actually there are a few more I just can't carry too much at once - and start putting together my portfolio. See which pieces actually 'fit the occasion' and what I still need. I'm sure I still need a couple of still lifes, as I'm rather sure there are not a lot in this " I sighed "and some figurative sketches and so on... I want to get an overview of how much work I actually have to do until march.."
I walked over to her and curiously looked at her picture, than directly at her "and what do you plan for tonight?" I asked sweetly.
I sighed as well, knowing full well how horrible it was to try to get a portfolio together in time for anything. Getting one done was hard, getting it done by a date was even harder. I looked up at him and thought for a moment. "Nothing much really.... " Blowing the bangs out of my face, I look again once more. "We should paint these walls... ya know.. with our own style and such.."*from here our RPs will be done in RP threads. *We will use this as "diary" type enteries. ^_^
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 11:47 am
Quote: Wow. Lireal has turned into a beautiful baby lamb. She is extremely quiet and one would hardly know she was there unless she cooed at one of her plush toys. She seems to enjoy being read and sung to. (even though my singing voice is horrible.) Lireal is also very obersvative, she is constantly looking around and trying to figure objects and people out.
I swing with her at the park freaquently, it helps to put her to sleep and the spring weather is just perfect for outings.
She is very fond of Berserker as well. Which is adorable. He can't seem to get enough of her. o.0 And to think, I thought he would teach her bad habits.. but I guess he is waiting for that. LoL Just kidding.
-Yi Min
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2005 5:09 am
The winter had been long and short before it ended the beatiful flower transformed into a little baby. I still believe it is the power of the good lady of the moon that does this magic. After all: look at those little ones, who else when not the lady of the moon would create such beautiful creatures?
Our little Lireal is a sweet-heart. One day she will be a very elegant, beautiful and kind lady, just like Miss Yi.
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