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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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 Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 11:00 pm
(( It's fine, I'm still trying to get used to Fayte, as well.
I usually have this character as a foul tempered sort of neko, instead of such a quiet one. ))
Fayte seemed to be scanning the room as he described it, however simple the description might be, while really she was trying to picture where everything was. She'd gotten talented as figuring out the flooring beneath her feet while she was wearing shoes. The sound and the feel of the texture on her feet gave it away easily. Then she stared without seeing at the wooden staircase he mentioned, which was apparently directly in front of them. Her face tilted upward to the next floor, then around the room at the mentioned flora that occupied the room.
Turning back around, her mouth open just wide enough to show a row of white teeth as she stared where she knew Lein stood. "You're... apologizing?" If there wasn't a ribbon tied around her head, she would have been staring at him with wide eyes. "It's fine, really! As long as I know where things are, so I won't trip and break anything, then I'll be just fine!" Fayte stuttered, her usually pallid skin was flushed in embarassment.
She wanted to change the subject. "So, um, if you don't mind me asking, what am I to call you by? And what am I to... do around here? I have.." As was standard, she was going to tell him her ribbon colors when she came to a realization. She didn't know what they were, save for the one over her eyes and the personality ribbon in her hair. People would comment on those the most. She wasn't entirely sure of the colors on either of the ribbons tied around each leg. Her dress was too long, which made her wonder what on earth possessed them to tie them there. Probably just for kicks and giggles. She guessed absently.
Fayte still had no idea how she should act around him. She was nervous and, because of certain incidents, with good reason. Perhaps she would manage to relax in the future, but at the moment it seemed completely out of the question.
Leaning forward and bending slightly to grip the hem of her black dress and pulled it up a few inches, she waved her hand and felt the tip of the ribbon that hung from her left calf down past her knees then to the one on her right calf which was a little farther up, so less of the ribbon's tips were visible at the knees. "I don't know what colors they are." She told him, though she knew it was a fairly obvious fact. Fayte straightened and dropped the hem of her dress so it hang the way it had before; halfway down her shins. After that, she simply stood and waited for the answers to her questions in polite silence, hoping that she hadn't offended him in some way.
That was the last thing she needed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 4:51 pm
You are not indebted to me. Iyla found herself grinning as she looked at him, eyes dancing just slightly. "I'll work on it," she replied to his ending statement on the matter. It was noble and cute at the same time, this frame of mind he had. Part of her respected him for it and part of her wanted to question him about it. The latter wanted to know how and why he could be so selfless, what event in his past had made him want it, or perhaps was it a choice of his own? It was rather dignified, though, and controlled. She liked that.
"Yes, you did explain that. It'll be an interesting meeting, then," she murmured, eyes turning back to the tree. She gazed for a few moments, then shifted a little yet again, staring down at her own feet. Iyla cleared her throat. "Jei, I have enjoyed this talk, but my back is getting a little sore, and right now a bath sounds absolutely heavenly. Would you mind...?" A small part of her was giddy. A bath. New clothes. A chance to brush out her hair.
Her eyes danced.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 2:38 pm
Quote: Sythe nodded to her in thanks, as he came out of the kitchen, carrying one more plate of pancakes and all the cutlery. Setting them down on the table, he sat, letting out a small sigh of content. Or was it a sigh of content? Only Sythe knew. He looked to Vanity, and motioned her to join him at the table. "There's plenty food, so please, help yourself." Sythe said, as he himself dug in. Ah, bloody hell. Forgot the syrup. Sythe thought, as he summoned the syrup from the fridge. The syrup floated right past Vanity, setting itself in front of Sythe, who promptly picked it up and applied the sweet but sticky mixture to his pancakes. [OOC] crying So sorry i took so long, Creative Writing is kicking my butt with Essays and "To kill a mockingbird" [/OO] Vanity started digging in ignoring the fact that a bottle of syrup had just flew past her, I'm still trying to get use to that. Vanity found herself smilng once again thinking about how she used to live her days as a theif with her father and when those officials would always chase after them uselessly and now she was here in this grand house eating as if she hadn't been starving just last month.
That grin disappeared when she remembered she had lied to Sythe about being an innocent village girl that was kidnapped by bandits.
Well, I didn't lie all the way...my father did die because of those damn officials, but I was also too slow because of my illness father had to go back to get me She thought bitterly. She then remembered that Sythe read minds and quickly dispersed old thoughts from her mind. I trust him not invade my privacy, she thought. As she continued to quietly eat her pancakes the guilt just wouldn't disappear as quickly as she hoped it would. "They're really good." Vanity said quitely without looking up.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 10:52 pm
Uriel sat alone in his cell, fingering the green ribbon on his left wrist. The cell was cold, more so for him because he wore no clothes. He didn't feel like sleeping. He was use to not sleeping much, or eating much. He was denied many of those privilages by previous Misstresses, their teachings embedded into his very being like scars. He just sat on the wall across from the stone bars, staring at the girl in the cell across from him. The girl, dressed in what looked to be an arabian servant girl's costume, was eyeing him back, matching his serious gaze with a look of uneasiness. Uriel knew she was know, and he knew she would be bought soon. Females came and went quite fast here, considering the majority of slavery customers being perverted adult males. Nothing much to do, really. He just sat there, his legs bent in front of him, feet on the ground and knees in the air, his right arm stretching across him to finger the green ribbon on his left wrist.
Just as he predicted, some people came and began talking about something in front of the girl's cell. He really didn't pay attention to what they were saying. It wasn't any of his business, being a lowly slave. And sure enough, when the people departed the cell, the girl was with them, leaving the cell empty now.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 5:10 pm
Noca paced through the halls of the mansion, searching to and fro for a sign that divine intervention had taken place. Such occasions were usually thought of as rare, when the gods took time out to flatter the mortals with an answer to their wants, but the brown-haired woman had always had high expectations. Her footsteps were laden with purpose and her eyes were steeled in thought as she continued to examine. Many of the slaves had a pitiful look about them while others were pounding at their entrapments in desperation. According to this particular slave location, there were ribbons to describe such things, but Noca was trying to look beyond that. Or perhaps directly into it. When relying on instant fission, it was hard to tell.
She, when turning the corner, sensed neither a tickle of destiny in the air nor a change in her own expectations, but it was clearly there. even as she nodded to a small group that appeared to have recently made a transaction, not a single hopeful thought passed through her head. It wasn't until she came upon an empty cell, blinked a few times at the connection with the earlier group, and turned, did it occur.
The young man seemed distracted somehow, distant, but there was just something about him that drew her closer. Odd, she thought wryly, though still caught up in the amazement her discovery, that when you think you've really found it, it's a lot like when you actually do. except, of course, much more wonderful... He was naked, but for some reason, this appeared as a porcelain work of art. His eye and hair were not overly striking or magical (though the color of the eyes was, from what she could see, rather interesting), though they seemed to match him to a degree she could not fully explain. He was just a person who happened to radiate promise.
"Good evening." The congenial greeting had popped out of her mouth by its own accord, but it was exactly what she would have said in any other circumstance. The words seemed to hang heavily in the air, and Noca held her breath without realizing it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 6:29 pm
Lein watched Fayte with a small frown of concentration on his face. What would it be like to be blind? And what would it be like trying to envision a room that you've never been in before, and therefore don't know the layout? Lein shrugged mentally. There was no way he would ever be able to figure it out.
Unless he lost his vision. Something he didn't want to happen any time soon, if at all.
His attention was drawn back to Fayte when she spoke. Hmm... I guess she's not too used to apology's, being in that cage and getting treated like trash.
"What are you to call me by?" Lein repeated, thinking it over for a sec. "Well, you could call me Fred, or Jack, or maybe even Rumpelstiltskin for all I care." Lein said, chuckling a little. "I would rather you call me Lein, if you wouldn't mind." Lein added.
Her next question wasn't so easily answered. What was she to do here? Sure she was a slave, but Lein didn't want her to actually do any work. He freed her of his own free will. She has those ribbons telling me of what she is able to do... Lein thought, his thoughts coming to an end when she lifted up her dress.
Lein didn't know how to respond. It certainly wasn't a situation he was used to. Naturally, he looked away... well, maybe not too naturally. Either way, he wasn't expecting that. "Um... I'm sorry, I kinda didn't look, because... um..." Lein stuttered. Damnit, get a hold of yourself. Lein told himself.
"Ahem.." Lein said, clearing his throat. "Don't take this personally, I don't quite care what color your ribbons are." Lein said, hoping his answer was satisfactory. "What you do in this house is up to you. I didn't take you from that place to make you my slave, or mistress or anything." Lein said, his voice lowering a little. "I freed you because I felt like it."
"If you desire you could even walk out of this house if you wanted, and start your own life. You have freedom, Fayte."
"You better work on it." Jei said, a little jokingly, a little seriously. There was now way he could allow her to keep feeling indebted to him. Then again, he could understand why. She had been in a cage for so long, and now was free to do whatever she wished. If Jei were in her shoes, he'd probably feel the same way. Either way he'd have to get her to stop feeling indebted to him, he wasn't used to it, nor did he like it.
Jei opened his eyes, watching the leaves from the sakura blossoms dance their way to the ground. He was quite happy that he planted this tree. It always helped to melt stress away, just from watching the blossoms fall while he sat underneath it.
Jei looked to Iyla as she spoke again. "A bath?" Jei repeated. "I don't mind at all. My house is now yours as well." Jei said, as he got up, and stretched his wings. He turned around to face Iyla, offering his hand to her to help her up.
Sythe had had his fill of pancakes. His stomach was satisfied, but his mind wasn't at ease. Vanity kept asking questions about his past. A past that was hurtful to him. A past that he had pushed to the nether regions of his mind, hoping they would stay there forever. Now they had surfaced again.
Seij fought a winning battle against the thoughts and he emotions that came along with them. But every time Vanity asked about it, it just made his efforts seem futile. The thoughts would come back stronger than before, making Sythe have to fight harder against said emotions.
At the moment he was lost in thought, thinking of happier times, as well as what he had to do today before he was due to meet up with Jei and Lein. On that note...
"Hey, Vanity, did I tell you of that meeting I have today? The one where I'm meeting an old friend, and that you're coming along?" Sythe asked, not remembering.
~*OOC*~
Sorry for not posting in such a long time. I kind of forgot bout this thread. but now I hath returned!
And by the by, Pigly, I posted a reply in Limits of Forever. ^^
~*OOC*~
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Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:54 pm
(( So do you want to bring these characters on to the new thread when I start it? ))
"I can call you Lein? Alright." Fayte smiled and nodded once in reply. She could call him by his name? That was a first. "Thank you!"
She was extremely confused, though, by his reaction to her pointing out her assorted ribbons. She heard how embarrassed he was by his lowered -and rather tense - tone of voice. Wait... embarrassed? She had simply lifted the hem of her dress to just above her knees, where the tips of the ribbons were. She didn't lift it high enough to see where they were tied, which was far too high for her comfort. Surely that hadn't offended him. She really hoped not. He'd been so nice. Absently she smoothed at her dress. "You don't care about the ribbons?" Odd. "And you released me because you... felt like it?" Odder. She had never heard of someone doing that for anyone down in those cells.
Fayte curiously tilted her head slightly to one side. What she did here was completely up to her... That was new. Lein was very different compared to her previous master. She had to say, she liked Lein much better.
"Well, I don't think that would be best." She raised a pale finger and poked at the ribbon tied around her eyes. "If I just walk out of here, I can't see where I'll be going. I will only end up walking myself off a cliff or something else equally unpleasant." She dropped her hand back to her side. "And even if I could see, I don't have anywhere to go. So... if it's all the same to you, could I stay?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 6:35 pm
Uriel's serious, red-orange eyes peered forward at the girl that stood at the bars to his cell. His eyes seemed to weigh the girl, judging her as if she were on display at an auction. She seemed alright enough, but he'd had enough Mistresses to know that most of the nice ones only seemed nice at first, and that you could never be too careful. Trust no one, he had learned.
"Good eneving, Madame." he finally said, his voice low and calm, showing no emotion. He continued eyeing the girl, though he made no direct eye contact.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 6:52 pm
Kitty_Katastrophe (( So do you want to bring these characters on to the new thread when I start it? ))
((Yes... Yes I do.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 7:47 pm
Noca stared at the boy from between the bars, looked around, found an attendant, and beckoned him over.
"What is your name, boy?" she asked as she snatched the cell keys from the man and began tracing their shape with her fingers. She was gazing at the captive in much the same way he was gazing at her, though with more purpose. The attendant was blubbering something about customers not handling the keys, but she turned to him and stared at him a few moments before turning her attention back to the figure who sat beneath her. It silenced the annoying man, and all was quiet, except for the growls and screams of other prisoners.
"Well?"
His answer would speak volumes to her. She relied on faith like that. It was pitiful to some, but the core of her being, which a few understood. Her green eyes crinkled at the edges as she grinned at him.
[[ Will finish tomorrow, Alex. Thanks for letting me know, too. ]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 5:41 pm
The slave sat silent for a long time, as if contemplating something. His eyes stared intently at the girl before him, as if trying to pierce his gaze through the shell of her body and look straight into her soul, but to no avail. Finally, he answered.
"Uriel...... My name is Uriel."
All the while saying this, his gaze never left Noca.
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