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Post by Ninmast on Oct 17, 2007 23:00:41 GMT -5
Power Level: Low to Low-tier Medium
Time Period: Flexible - Explained Below
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There is a place in the universe where evil never dies.
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She gathered what remained of her once-elegant pink satin gown in her hands as she ran down the halls that had once been so familiar to her, and now were strange, with shadows that seemed to reach out for her, to claw at her with fingers made of knives.
She saw the razorwire snap up just in time, and somehow managed to respond, skipping over it, but she didn't get high enough and it nicked her shin. She didn't feel the pain until she had landed, and that was after the rush of warm liquid she felt running down into her slipper. She didn't need to look down. She knew she wouldn't be getting back up.
Her gaze snapped up as a shadow fell over her. "Aenorette ... Dear, beloved daughter ... Please ... why are you doing this?"
It was a young girl standing over her, pale blonde hair falling down over her face. She couldn't have been more than eight or nine. Her dress was red satin, complete with a little bow about her waist. Her voice was almost sad when she spoke, but it was as if she couldn't push that much emotion through.
"Stop calling me that ... I'm not your Aenorette ..."
The woman paused in silence for a moment, speechless. "Not ... Aenorette ... what do you mean? You are here. You are the girl I have brought up. I would know that face in a field of children."
Her hand reached up toward that face, but the girl slapped it away. "Please, just stop! I'm not her ... Stop calling me by her name ... She's dead ..."
It was a moment before she repeated her question again. "What do you mean?"
The girl remained speechless, but for her, it was as if there was something before her, something keeping her from speaking, but finally, she answered by repeating her last statement. "Your daughter is dead ... I was dead, too, I think ... And there was this blackness, this nothingness ... Then I heard this sound, like a bell. It was ringing through some sort of melody. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. It drew me in, beckoned me, and I followed it. Soon, I saw all these people ... so many of them ... they were following the bell, too ... Then ... I felt like I was losing myself in that crowd. The next time I knew light, I was here ... In the body of your daughter. It ... it was almost like I faded in and out of consciousness, but I didn't ... I was still awake, going about, doing things, but ... this isn't me ... Forgive me ..." She gestured toward the wire. "... neither is this ..."
The woman listened silently to the story, then finally spoke a question that seemed to hold so much significance. "Who are you, then?"
Again, the girl went silent, but it wasn't the same silence as before. She was thinking. "I ... I don't remember ..."
The crisp sound of footsteps reached their ears and they turned to see a tall, handsome man. He had blonde hair like the girl, but it was brighter. It was clear that he had let it grow out, as it reached to just past his shoulders. He was dressed in a vivid blue uniform that showed his physique well. Every corner was pressed, every button shined. He looked like the knight that had come to the rescue, but he wasn't.
"Telling stories, my little Aenor? You disappoint me." He stretched his hand out toward the woman. "It matters little, however. I am here to finish the job. Are you ready to visit the Songbird, my love? I can assure you first-hand, it is an experience that will change your entire outlook on life."
The woman moved back, pulling herself away from the man she had once called husband, but the girl placed herself between the two adults, putting her arms wide, as if to shield her. "No ... this is wrong ... this is all wrong."
The man's face remained unchanged. "Your concern is duly noted, dear Aenorette, but your sacrifice is poorly placed. Your mortal shell means nothing to me. Your thoughts that it should are a sign of your degradation. I shall simply show you both to the Songbird, you for your second visit. It will return you both to me, and we will be whole again, ready to lead our world to a new age of peace and prosperity, just as the legends have foretold."
The shadows warped about the girl. "No. No! It isn't right! This won't get any of those things!"
But light burst from the man's hand, banishing the shadows away. "You are stepping away from the Songbird, dear daughter. Its power is no longer yours. Do not worry. You will be redeemed shortly."
A great force lifted up against them, sending both the woman and the girl across the room and through the glass doors behind them. Outside, the light of two moons could be seen drifting down against another tower of the estate. An instant later, the two bodies, mother and daughter, seemed to crash against that tower, but the crash was distorted, and when it cleared, there were no marks that they were ever there.
The man turned and walked back down the hall, the shadows already fading as light returned to the rooms he passed through.
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Daniel Hawkins ran across the surface of the dam, the heavy rain throwing curtains down in his path. It was difficult to see, but the clattering of gunfire behind him was all he needed to hear.
He stopped suddenly as he reached the end of path, looking out over the crashing waters so many stories below.
"That's what you get for trying to charge into a Talihin installation on your own, human," one of the guards chided behind him. "We're doing your kind a favor, fixing your ignorance like this. It's just a shame you'll never receive the honor." He smirked. "The legendary Hawkins, felled by a bunch of grunts, his body lost forever beneath the storming waters, churned up by drenching rains and turbines three stories high. May the barbarians remember everything you tried to do for them for the rest of their numbered days. Quite the story. You should be proud of yourself."
A scowl crept onto Daniel's face. "That'll never happen." He kicked off of the ledge, as if jumping off, but twisted in mid-air, firing several shots, dropping two of the three guards and catching the talkative one in the shoulder before he fell out of range.
As his twist continued to turn him around, he was brought about to face the churning waters once more. Ironically, there wasn't fear, there wasn't dread. There was just a question. One from what was almost another lifetime, it had been so long ago. No, it was another life. How're ya gonna get outta this one, hotshot?
His vision blurred as everything beneath him that he was watching seemed to shift, lose its consistency.
Back up on top of the dam, the guard pulled himself over and looked down over the edge, straining his eyes for the slightest glimpse of anything, but there was nothing.
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OOC: Alright, you're permitted to have a character from any timeline, but I do recommend that they are in some position to know something about, or at least have some frame of reference, to modern times. It isn't necessary, but it's just easier if things like lightbulbs don't have to be explained. Your entry post needs to be something like the post I made for Daniel, with some life-threatening event, but it blurring out at the last moment. After everyone's in, I'll share what happens next.
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Post by Giant Brother on Oct 19, 2007 6:32:04 GMT -5
Cassandra sighed as she looked away from the rest of the store, keeping her face as hidden as possible. She had donned the best Colin disguise she had for this, though sometimes she wish she could just waltz in as her normal self for this. The girl ducked and turned away whenever eyes were about to be laid on her, gasping slightly whenever she thought someone had noticed who she was.
I feel so scared doing this...
Uh, then WHY are we doing it?
Hey, this is completely necessary, we had to go through with it sooner or later!
Buying a PROM DRESS!? That's NECESSARY!?[/i]
Of course! It's more than necessary! It's a milestone for every young girl!
... Even in a society that doesn't even know we are one?
YES! Especially in a society that doesn't even know we are one!
Really? And why would that be? Since we wouldn't even be going in a dress.[/i]
Uh... You ask too many questions.
"Colin!" A familiar voice suddenly called.
Cassandra went rigid instantly, inching her head back to see her friend. "Uh... what a... coincidence..." She said uncomfortably. She looked back to see Jake, still clothed in his teddy bear bathrobe, and clutching his towel with a sense of urgency. "Are... you here to... uh... shop for your.... uh...."
Suggestions?
Distant cousin.[/color]
Girlfriend.[/color]
"Are... you here to find a dress for your cousin's girlfriend, too?" Cassandra asked, jumbling up the too suggestions that popped into her head.
Cousin's girlfriend? Talk about lame...[/color]
Yeah... really lame...[/color]
Jake, however, merely shook his head. He then quickly made his way infront of Cassandra. "Get down." He said, with a tone of panic he had never shown before.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow. "Get... down? Why?" However, the sound of a gun shooting answered her question. Without notice, the girl's alien friend yanked her down with a surprising amount of strength. Cassandra looked around in a panic, "Okay... get down it is..." Cassandra whispered, trying to hide the fear in her dark humour. She flinched at the sound of more gunshots. "Jake... do you know what's going on?" She asked. "Since you seemed to know we should get down..."
Jake let out a few panicked breaths. "Found out... about... planned robbery... Called police... they... should be... here.. in... a few minutes..."
Cassandra shivered as she heard a scream get cut short by a gunshot. "Sounds more like a murdering rampage than a robbery..."
"Didn't know... about the guns... until today..." Jake said quietly. "I can`t... stop them... but... I can at least...`Jake suddenly leaned closer to Cassandra. "At least, I can try to keep you safe... Cassandra."
Cassandra stared at Jake in bewilderment. For one, he called her by her chosen female name instead of Colin, secondly, he used a complete sentence. However, she didn't find the point in pressing the issue right now.
Nor did she have the chance to, as Jake's suddenly bulged eyes and the cold metal at the side of her head told her time was numbered.
"You saw our faces, didn't you?" A male voice asked.
Cassandra gulped and shook her head. She still stayed silent when a weapon was pointed to Jake's temple, too. Her mouth, typically dripping with sarcasm and bravado in almost every other life threatening situation, was now dry.
Suddenly, there was a shout that made Cassandra jump. Unfortunately for both Jake and her, that sort of sudden movement didn't help them at all. Neither of them heard the gunshots, or felt the pain, they just saw everything go black.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Oct 25, 2007 11:47:39 GMT -5
Brudo waddled through the caves, in his usual drunken stupor. Singing to himself as he went along. Two of the guards ran up, brandishing swords. One of the guards thrust his sword forward, but Brudo made an irregular side step, as he took a big gulp from his jug of ale, leaving his back open to the other guard. He attempted to cut him horizontally at the waste, but Brudo bent all the way back, dodging the blow, as he moved into a reverse roll, ending it with his two feet colliding into the first guards stomach, sending him flying back and into the wall, he fell to the ground unconscious. The guard raised his blade, to strike Brudo down while he was on the ground, but the drunken master suddenly spun around on the floor, extending his legs, tripping the guard. As the guard fell to the floor with a clatter. Before he could get up, Brudo somersaulted over him, his weight crushing the guard, as he passed, he slammed the adamantine mug onto the guards head, knocking him unconscious. He then continued on his way through the underground cavern. Until he came to a room with large green crystals, each of them, seemingly having a small fire rolling and tumbling in them. A lone man stood in the middle of the room.
“So… you think you can stop us?” The man said with a smirk on his mouth. Brudo gave a big grin.
“Stop’ou? Oi was jus’ lookin’ for da pub *hic*” He said with a sway.
“No… your actions don’t seem to dictate that you are some simple wandering drunk, you have more going on in your mind, I can see it.” The man said clenching his fist.
“Oi dun knaow whut you are talkin’bout” Brudo said as he began wandering deeper into the cave.
“Chances are you disposed of both my guards, but you will not dispose of me. I didn’t come here to escape. I came here to die.” The man said his smile growing larger.
“Whuddya moin?” Brudo said as he continued to waddle.
“I’ll show you…” The man whispered, he then picked up a throwing dagger from his pocket, and hurled it at one of the crystals along the walls, shattering it, releasing the flame which shattered more of the crystals, causing a chain reaction of explosions. Brudo blacked out at that point…
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Post by Oathkeeper on Oct 26, 2007 23:00:37 GMT -5
Dominic walked out onto the deck of the his ship, the Autorain, and looked out at what had woken them. "Captain, Ships off the port bow," cried a voice from the Crow's Nest. Dominic nodded as he climbed the rigging for a better view. After a while of searching between the crowded ships he saw a flag. "All hands on deck," he cried, as he rushed towards the helm. "Navy is coming, Navy is coming!" He bellowed into a metal tube he had in place next to the helm, which tunnelled down into the ships interriors with opening at both ends of each of the three decks below the waters. He steered towards them, laughing. His first mate came out and ran towards him. He stopped just next to him, looking at the growing ships. "Cap'n, what you laghin' fo'?" He said, scratching the back of his head. "An old joke about the French bucko. There was a captain, and every time they got into a fight he would call out, 'Bring me my red shirt," Dominic replied, using a cheesey French accent for the captain. "After a few battles his first maate came out and asked him about why. The cpatain replied, 'Because, if I get shot and am bleeding, my crew will not notice the blood and fight on.' The first mate nodded, and a few days later they saw eighty warships on the starboard horizon. The catain gulped, and called out, 'Bring me my brown pants.'" Dominic laughed again, as the ships finally began to fire at one another. HE was still laughing when the cannonball came.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Oct 28, 2007 2:18:53 GMT -5
It had been a long day.
Calypso was in another one of her moods--the nasty kind, the kind that drove Velia into hiding in her room all day. Not that she really had much of a choice as to where to go, seeing as the vampire kept Velia locked inside the penthouse anyway, but staying inside her room and keeping very quiet was usually wise when Calypso was in one of these moods. She had no idea what had caused it this time--something at one of the nightclubs the woman frequented, perhaps, or maybe a problem with that horrible incubus Zain--but whatever had happened had driven Calypso to the extreme, to the point that any friendly voice earned not a string of vexations but an attack. The last time she'd been like this more than one person had died, Velia recalled grimly, more than just the people she took for her meals.
So, seeing as she had to keep quiet during this frightening time, Velia did the one thing she usually did when she was alone--she wrote in her diary. Calypso didn't know she had one--would probably destroy it if she knew--but so far the girl had done well keeping it hidden, and she intended to keep it that way. Her diary was one of her two sources of solace, the other being her viola, which was out of the question at the moment. She called it the little black book, a book of her secrets, her thoughts, her dreams...Times like this, she could simply read through it or write in empty pages, and everything would pass much more quickly than it would without the diary.
She was writing when it happened. The door slammed open and Calypso stormed in, amber eyes flashing around her for her blood doll. Velia scrambled to hide the diary, but as is common when fear and panic gets the better of you, she was clumsy--she could not hide it before the vampire spotted her. "Velia--," Whatever hissing words Calypso had had on her tongue withered. She stared. "...What is that?"
"Oh--I--M-mistress--Lady, n-nothing, it's..." Oh no. Oh no, no, no! She was going to take it--she was going to read it--her diary! She was going to lose it! "Just...a book, I..."
"Shut your mouth, girl." Calypso's voice had suddenly gone cold, much too cold; the look in her eyes told Velia she was suspicious, angrily suspicious. Violently suspicious, probably, especially with her temper today. She held out one of her cold, pale hands. "Give me that."
"B-but...Lady, ah, M-mistress Calypso, it's just--plea--"
"I order you to give me that book now, Doll!" She was using that tone of voice--the one that was like a storm hiding an even bigger storm, an unspoken threat. And she'd ordered her, besides; Velia could not resist orders from Calypso. Miserably, she held out the little black book, tears already welling in her eyes.
"Mistress--please, I...Please forgive me, please don't do anything to it! I just--I know I was being bad, just don't destroy it, please let me keep it!" She was begging, and Calypso...was not listening. It was actually a few more minutes until the vampire spoke, looking up from the pages of the diary--and her eyes, her look, her voice was more terrifying than Velia could ever remember.
"Is this what you've been doing all this time, Doll? Plotting rebellion, creating dreams for yourself?! Aspirations to be anything other than what I tell you to be! Going behind my back! Is this what you've been doing?!" Velia cowered. "Disobedient little wretch! Keeping a diary! You actually think that one day you'll get out of here?! You'll be something other than my blood doll, other than the piece of property I throw around as a gift to my guests?!" The girl whimpered, having no idea what the woman meant by that last part but terrified by the prospect anyway. "Wretch! Worthless, disobedient--" Calypso stopped. She stared at Velia, lips curled in a disgusted snarl. Her normally beautiful face had twisted with her anger, and as the girl looked up at her she could not think of anything but the word 'monster.'
Calypso lifted her hand. Velia felt something hit her--from the inside. Something was pressing against her skin, everywhere, trying to get out, forcing its way out, painful beyond any pain the vampire had caused her before. She tried to scream--tried, but she couldn't tell if she was or not past the sudden roaring in her ears. Oh god. She was going to kill her! She was going to rip the blood from her body! No, please no! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no oh no oh no ohnoohnoohnoohnooh--
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Post by CHANGEME on Oct 30, 2007 1:40:30 GMT -5
Ninja pizza men. For the love of Mogg.
True pushed through the crowd, shoving a pregnant woman, knocking down an old man. Oh yes, she was definitely feeling Chaotic Evil today.
Augh. She found herself complaining more than usual, unused to the oppressive quality of the city's crowded subway as the ninja ahead of her leapt and darted and generally put distance between the flustered cyborg and what was rightfully hers. Overqualified, much?
He cast one arrogant glance behind him, probably smirking behind his stupid mask, before vaulting off the platform, over the gap and for-now vacant tracks.
The caped eleven-year-old skid past the yellow line to stop on the edge and flail her arms for balance.
Too bad, though. True fell forward, face-planting onto cold steel, busting her lip and half her face, probably cracking teeth. Ow.
The girl started to gather her arms under her, but that was when she heard the roar. She looked over her shoulder to see the subway who's turf she was currently invading.
It rushed at her like any beast of darkness, lighted eyes glaring in her bloodied faux-human face, the engine's howl vibrating in her alloyed bones.
'MOVE IT!' A soul screamed at her, but she suddenly found her arms quite leaden, though they contained nothing of the sort. The subway's mechanical wail was the last thing she heard, dirt and blood and coolant the last thing she tasted, scuffed chrome last thing she saw.
Then, the light was gone. Everything was gone.
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 30, 2007 18:50:15 GMT -5
The blur before their vision engulfed their vision, and then filled their senses, mixing sensations as everything seemed to fade away.
When vision returned, it wasn't the same. Gentle classical music reached their ears as gowns and uniforms filled their vision. Hundreds of well-dressed people were all around them.
Those who had heavy equipment on had an immediate sensation of being lighter, and when they looked down, indeed, their equipment was gone, and in its place was different clothing. Any injuries they might have had were also missing.
Cassandra found herself in a long gown of pink silk, draping down from just below her shoulders to her ankles and interrupted only by a large, purple bow around her waist, roughly a foot in width and tied behind her back, and two smaller ones around her upper arms. One final bow held her hair out of her face and a matching silk ribbon was tied gently in a choker about her neck. Jake was in a clean, light grey tuxedo with no tie. His blanket was nowhere in sight.
Brudo was cleaned and scrubbed, and his beard was scrubbed just as clean and braided into two tails. His rotund belly pushed the limits of his navy blue dinner jacket and pressed slacks.
Dominic was dressed in a black button shirt with a white dinner jacket with red trim and brown pressed slacks. A decorative sheath was at his side, but it was empty.
Velia was resplendent in a form-fitting black satin gown with delicate, crimson embroidery and her hair was pulled back behind her head in a french braid. A crimson carnation was placed in the braid for decoration.
True, the shortest of the group, was scrubbed clean much like Brudo, with her red tresses combed out and her ponytail gone. In place of her Zorro outfit, she wore a two-piece emerald green gown, with the base bound by a sash about her waist before stretching down to her feet where she could feel strapped sandals. The top was more vest-like and separate from the bottom, leaving her belly button uncovered and crossing an inch above it, only to open up again just low enough to show a very tasteful amount of cleavage, but only barely enough to be considered cleavage at all.
Beside them was a young girl roughly sixteen with blue hair and matching bright blue eyes. She was in a silk evening gown of sky blue, but without any other decorations. On her forehead was an apparently decorative marking of various interlocking angular shapes. Judging from the confused look on her face, she had been through what they just had. None had ever met each other before, though, so what she was doing there wasn't really clear, anyway.
(By the way, those with implants, I'm aware it may seem like I replaced them with organics, and for now, it should seem that way, but I haven't. That will be addressed later, though. And for all those who don't make the connection with the blue-haired girl, it's the one the Talihin referred to as Daniel before. Just some clarification. Your characters won't know any better, anyway, so it shouldn't make any difference.)
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Post by Kagetsuki on Oct 30, 2007 20:14:23 GMT -5
Velia stared.
She was dead. She was sure she was dead. She was dead, wasn't she? But if she was--if what Calypso had often told her before was true--if she really, truly had just been murdered by the woman who'd created her--if she was dead, where was the pain? Where was the heat? The suffering? Or even just...blackness? People like her, Calypso had said, did not go to Heaven or wherever good souls went when they died. People like her were never meant to be alive in the first place. People like her were supposed to go to Hell. "Even if you did live a life of goodness," Her creator had told her, scoffing, "They'd never let someone like you into Heaven. You're just a doll--just a jumble of body parts and some magic. Granted, you are the most advanced doll they'd ever see up there, I'm quite confident of that," She'd smirked, gold eyes glittering, "But you're still just a doll. And you were made by me besides--isn't that just enough?"
Velia knew nothing of the gods Calypso spoke of sometimes, nothing past what the vampiress said. She didn't know about Heaven, or about Hell, past the fact that one was good, the other bad. And if the woman was to be believed--well--she was dead, and she did not belong in a place where her clothing was more beautiful than anything Calypso would ever deem to buy her. Everybody looked so wonderful here, the music was so nice! How was it, then, that she'd ended up here? It wasn't right. Someone had made a mistake.
Again, she looked around herself. There was a group around her, and most of them looked as confused as she--had they also suffered a misplacement? She cleared her throat as though to speak, then let the words die in her throat; Velia was not well-versed in communicating with others, and she was too shy otherwise to ask a question she was sure somebody else would be asking anyway.
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Post by CHANGEME on Oct 31, 2007 2:30:24 GMT -5
True was still for an unheard of five seconds, staring, waiting for that horrible subway to run her over. Then she shifted her hips, feeling the happy silk brush against her skin.
Oh. Oh, well. This was a perfectly acceptable turn of events.
She lifted her arms and ducked her head to examine herself as thoughts of blood and broken gears faded from her attention. A flowing emerald skirt, a soft, proper belly button... The alien made a face and brushed a strand of her shining, brushed hair behind a clean ear as she gingerly lifted one foot from under the hem of the skirt.
Sandals. She wiggled her toes, surprised. When was the last time she had proper toes?
She put the foot down and pulled at her top. "Pretty!" Exclaimed Kar through True's mouth.
Examination complete, she looked about herself. People everywhere, some rather in her personal space. One of these happened to be another girl, somewhere around her age... or perhaps not.
'Her dress is pretty, too.'
'Quiet, Kar!' True hissed in her head, staring at Velia. Then, the alien looked down and poked her own exposed belly. "Look! Look at it, it's all squishy!"
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Post by Oathkeeper on Oct 31, 2007 17:16:49 GMT -5
[True, that was hilarious. Kudos to that post.]
Dominic stared around, absenly fingering the sleeves of his jacket. He finally looked down, feeling the texture of the clothes. The texture was like that of soft velvet, most likely from him warring the dirty old clothes for so long he was used to.
He frowned when he noticed his sword was gone, but he ignored it. He looked at the others in the room with him, staring with a confused expression at the girl so fascinated with poking her naval. He shook it off, and walked around the room, examining the artworks.
He stopped for a long time and stared at a few of the sea, particularly one of a sunset looking out from the mast of a ship. He moved on a little later, away fro the ships and onto a different feel. The pictures grew more abstract, ending with something Dominic could not understand. He stared at it for ages, making out nothing more than an eyeball and a nose.
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Post by Ninmast on Oct 31, 2007 17:37:11 GMT -5
(It's not an art gallery, Dominic. It's a ballroom.)
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Post by Giant Brother on Oct 31, 2007 18:08:33 GMT -5
Cassandra blinked once, twice, three times, and then wobbled a bit.
Whoa... you ever get that feeling when you're crouching into a little ball, and then all of the sudden you're standing up?
Yeah, I feel sick to my stomach...[/color]
The girl moaned a bit and pressed a hand to her stomach. It was then that she paused, patting her stomach, then the rest of her body. She gasped as she looked down at the gown she was in.
Its... PERFECT!!![/color]
Ugh... pink... just when I thought we wouldn't sink lower...[/color]
It's great! It breathes nice, too... Can't fight much in it, though...
Ah, the eternal conflict...[/color]
The what?[/color]
The eternal conflict, to look as cute as possible wearing the nicest stuff, and still kick ass without tearing them.
....I hate my life...[/color]
Cassandra continued her internal conversation, all the while staring down at her dress and giggling in cheerfulness Meanwhile, Jake was clenching his hand so hard, he barely noticed he was missing his towel. It was only when he gave a small glance downward that he noticed his "security blanket" as missing. It was then that his face started to show panic, and his hand clenched and unclenched. The alien boy started to hyperventilate, and jerked violently when Cassandra placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him around.
"So,Jake, since you... somehow already... well, know. How do I look?" She asked cheerfully, grinning from ear to ear.
Jake at first cringed away from the girl, not wanting to speak, not wanting to stand, only wanting to curl up into a little ball and disappear. However, he caught the sight of something from behind Cassandra, and his eyes went wide. "....Absolutely beautiful..." He murmured quietly.
Cassandra took her hand back, looking away from Jake and blushing. "Re-really? You think so? I... I guess I was expecting a "not bad" or a "pretty good", maybe even a "cute" or a "hot"... But... um... I didn't expect that..." The girl then looked back, and she tilted her head in confusion. Jake wasn't there anymore.
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Post by Oathkeeper on Oct 31, 2007 19:10:25 GMT -5
[Ninmast, your telling me in a ballroom fitting 'Hundreds of well-dressed people' wont have artwork in it? That it will just be blank?]
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Post by Ninmast on Nov 1, 2007 11:34:59 GMT -5
(Yes. The walls are ornate wood with covered candles, with streamers in the royal colors, and there are chandeliers from the ceiling. The point in a ballroom is for entertaining guests with music and dancing, not with art exhibits. And considering this is a medieval-type castle - which your characters don't know yet because you haven't gotten out of the room yet - there won't be abstract art anywhere and most paintings will only be of other and former members of the Royal Family and contributors to the kingdom.)
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Post by Oathkeeper on Nov 1, 2007 19:23:11 GMT -5
[Okay, so pre Picasso. Whatever, stil there would be artwork!]
Domininc sighed, and moved to leave the room and examine the rest of the room. He got about halfway from his position to the door, when he got stuck in the mass of people. Somehow or other, quite oblivious to him, he gained a glass of wine, and was squeezed back to the others.
"Woah... what the hell happened... I was trying to leave here and now I am back where I first opened my eyes..." He muttered to himself. He sipped at the wine and frowned. It was red wine, not something he prefered. He moved to one of the men with wine trays, and asked for a fruit wine instead.
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