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Post by Scarecrow on May 15, 2006 20:54:45 GMT -5
"Picture this...
A thriving city, near the rocky hills that verge into the wild green sea. Surrounded by deep purple mountains, deep, emerald forests, and lush grasslands.
Further in...
As the waves gently lap away at the gleaming white, sandstrewn beaches, a small, silver winged bird picks it's way across a plain, dirt road.
Further in...
The street lamps are being ignited-"
"Miss de Malion," wondered a child, his grey eyes pondering, "What does 'ignited' mean?" The story teller waved a long fingered hand, and grinned, displaying horrendously uneven, needlelike teeth. "To light up. Like a candle." The little boy smiled. Every year, Tatter de Malion came to this part of the woods to tell him and his friends a new story. She (if that was what she was) was a tall, spindly creature who put one in mind of a spider, or a scarecrow. Her features were an almost nightmarish combination of straw, cloth, stitches, and flesh... But noone minded. She came here every year, and told them of the wonders of the world, of the magic that surrounds one's soul, and of the Stories.
"The street lamps were being ignited, here in the darker part of the city as the deep night began to settle over. These were the bad parts of thee city- where one could disapear without a trace, where the buildings leaned on oneanother, higgledepiggledy, and seemed to leer down at passersby in the grimy street..."
Var leaned against his desk, nearly falling asleep. It was warm in here, and almost closing time after a long day. He stood up slowly, and surveyed his two most frequant customers. A short, pale girl who he had taken to calling 'Bats', and her best friend, a undernourished young urching with mousey brown hair, and pale blue eyes. The girl had buried herself in yet another novel, while the boy had busied himself by poking the strange contraption that Var, himself, had labled the Laminated Frog.
Var himself was a well built young man, with straight, dark brown hair, and amber eyes. He had grown his hair out to shoulder length, and held it back by means of a strip of leather. He ran a shop of oddities, where one could find almost anything. From models of dragon bones, to the Laminated Frog. Anything.
((Just... enter. I'm ready for ya! XD))
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Post by Daybreak on May 16, 2006 21:26:36 GMT -5
It drifted in a state of near wakefulness on the shelf, propped up against a see-through model of a griffon. It had been on that shelf long, much to long. Its powers were becoming stale, and it was feeling more and more catatonic. It would need to find a child soon.
'It' was a doll dressed in a strange, patchwork dress that looked old-fashioned. Its porcelin face was smooth and human-looking and beautiful, save for the eyes. They were set into the face and watched everything, eerily real, despite the fact that they were completely dark, with hints of swirling colors in their depths. Its ears were pointed, and its hair was wild - down to its mid-back, but fluffed like animal fur. This same hair covered its arms, stopping before the porcelin hands. These hands were painted with tiny flowers that slowly grew and bloomed and faded. Its feet were hidden in graceful, curley-toed shoes that laced up its fur-covered legs. Lastly, a tail peeked out from behind it, covered with much shorter fur and ending in a porcelin spearhead. It was tied in a knot.
If one had to choose, they might call it female.
The doll listened and watched and waited, as it had for centuries.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 16, 2006 21:46:39 GMT -5
Var glanced over his shoulder at the two. The girl was wearing a hood, and still flipping through her novel. She looked up as his eyes were cast over her, and they were mismatched; one red, one blue. The boy had given up on the Laminated Frog, and was now examining a transparent griffon model. The child's pale eyes danced about, curious as he was.
It was his sister's birthday tomorrow, and he'd been saving up for months. A doll! Perfect. She'd love it! He picked it up, looking at it's dark, glistening eyes. The girl rolled her eyes. "Got yourself a friend there, Viktor?" He grinned. "Awww... Come on, Kou! It's Kara's birthday tomorrow- d'you think she'll like it?" "If she likes being freaked out. It's creepy." Koumori grinned, revealing pointed teeth, as Viktor examined the doll. "She needs a name. Her name is... Emmeline. That's a nice name."
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Post by Daybreak on May 16, 2006 21:54:52 GMT -5
As soon as it was picked up, the doll awoke fully, its eyes becoming filled with more oily colors that swirled from the darkness. At last! A child, a receptive mind! It reached out tendrils of its power, finding the boy's natural tendency to love and cherish inanimate objects in a way no adult could. It attatched itself firmly to the boys mind - he was now its own. And it was now his. That was how it worked. For as long as he was innocent, they would be connected. And she would make sure he stayed so for a long time.
The boy would feel a sudden surge of emotion for the little doll. A near-obsessive affection, a desire to possess it for ever and ever.
The doll blinked (metaphorically) at the naming. Emmeline. It... she was now Emmeline. Yes, yes, she was the boy's little Emmeline. How perfect.
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Post by Wolfy on May 16, 2006 21:57:16 GMT -5
Mikara walked into the store, running her left hand over her left ear. Her right ear perked up and listened for sounds of approach. Her tail twitched under her skirt as she brushed off her skirt fastidiously. "Hello? ...anyone here? ...mrow?" she said, her voice getting softer as she took a few steps away from the door. Her pupils dilated, allowing her to see better.
(OOC:Quick outline of her looks: She has cat ears and a tail. Her fur is a grey, almost silverish color, and her skirt matches it precisely, as does her hair, which reaches her shoulder. Her shirt is longsleeved, a shade darker than her fur, and bares about an inch of midriff. Her skirt reaches to just above her knees, and conceals her tail for the most part. Her eyes are blue, her age appears to be late teens, but not even i know for sure.)
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Post by Scarecrow on May 16, 2006 22:04:20 GMT -5
Koumori glared at the doll, suspicious. Was she imagining it, or were the eyes now swimming with colour? She closed her book, and put it back on the shelf. "Viktor... The doll's creepy. Put it down." He gazed down at it's lovely, colourful eyes. "Don't worry. She'll love it..." This was not true. He suddenly realised that his sister, however wonderful she was, would not appreciate the doll- Emmeline. Dolls and toys under her care broke. Were left on the floor. He wouldn't give her Emmeline... Kara would destroy her! Her? Yes. Her. Emmeline.
Var waved at the newcomer, and began polishing a tarnished, silver ring. He seemed rather tired; it was the end of the day, after all...
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Post by Wolfy on May 16, 2006 22:11:44 GMT -5
Mikara approached the man, her tail lashing rather noticably under her skirt now. "Sirrr? I was searching for...something...to remove a cursed coller...I don't suppose you could help, could you?" she asked him, hand reaching to play with the golden necklace at her throat. On the necklace was a charm in the shape of a heart, yet it somehow seemed to emenate a malevolent energy to those perceptive to it.
(OOC:Forgot to put this up there. She also wears a golden necklace with a heart shaped charm. the signifigance of this will become clear when I get her bio up.)
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Post by Daybreak on May 17, 2006 10:21:52 GMT -5
Emmeline crooned to herself in satisfaction. Her hold on the boy was secure. The girl-child made her uneasy - she was far more observant than usual. However, she wouldn't pose much of a threat. Most people forgot Emmeline's strangeness quickly after noticing it - it was in her aura.
((Emmeline isn't a thing of dark magic or, really, any magic at all. She operates on a completely different plane than conventional magic and such, so even if she were examined by a powerful mage, she would still seem like a normal doll. Of course, Bats is a little odd herself... so it's up to you ^^))
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 17:02:08 GMT -5
Sara was lying under one of the shelves, reading a book. It wasn't a particularly good book, just something to pass the time. It was one of those generic tear-jerker books, about the girl, and the guy, and the one who dies. Her thin lips twisted into a smile. She made a rhyme. She closed the small brown book, and twisted up into a cross legged position. She threw the book at the shelf, and it went back into its slot. In the seconds before her throw, she had calculated exactly how much force and in what direction she'd have to throw it. Nothing seriously major.
She scratched her unruly black hair, and her black eyes flicked across the people's faces. The kitty girl. Hm. Who cares. The kids... Not much interest anyways... That doll was interesting. Kinda hairy. She stood, brushing the dust off her greyish sweatshirt halfheartedly with her right hand. The sleeve of her sweatshirt fell down and covered her hand, but she didn't care enough to roll it back up. She stood, looking around, and reached up her other hand to scratch her head again. How long have I been reading. Hm. 3.6 hours. Psh, who cares... Any onlookers would have seen an apathetic looking person of indeterminate gender scratching it's hair, shoulders slumped. Her posure was so bad it looked painful.
She made a soft "Hmmm..." noise.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 17:08:14 GMT -5
Mikara's ears twitched. "Mrow?" she said, turning her head to look at the girl. ...not a cat person... she immediatly thought, before turning to wait for the answer to her question.
(OOC:Mikky meows, purrs, hisses, and occasionally growls at times...she is modeled after my cat, actually...not her form, obviously, but the color of her fur and her personality ^_^)
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 17:29:49 GMT -5
Sara leaned against one of the shelves. The old wood buckled under the pressure. Newtons third law. I just created an unbalanced reaction. She thought cooly, falling completely relaxed. All of the shelf's contents were scattered about. A majority of this had fallen on Sara. She had a completely calm expression. A small cut was outlined in red on the right side of her face. The blood trickled down, but she didn't seem to notice.
OOC) Something you should know. Sara has a black teardrop marking on the left side of her face, under her eyes. And she looks like she's wearing a lot of eyeliner. And she's very pale.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 17:34:39 GMT -5
Mikara cringed at the sound of the falling objects, ears pressing flat aginst her skull. The rich copper scent of blood reached her nose. "Purrrow? You ok?" she asked, going over to the girl. Then, she spotted a shiny bit of ribbon and pounced on it, distracted. after batting the ribbon around for a few seconds, she remembered the girl, dropped the ribbon, ran a hand over her ears nonchalantly, and went back over to the girl, holding out a hand to help her up. A faint blush played over her features.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 18:15:49 GMT -5
Sara ignored the cat girl. She stood, the many objects falling off her. Somehow, she stood using only her legs, her hands staying in her pockets. The cut was relatively close to her mouth, so she licked the blood off. Her tongue seemed a bit longer than normal tongues, but not like she was a demon or anything. If I were a demon, my life would be more interesting. I think that being exorcised would be an interesting experience... Like getting your hair bleached. She scratched her head, tousling her hair. No, black is more my personality. And bleached out hair would make me look like... A Misamisa... She decided this with a curt nod.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 18:18:45 GMT -5
Mikara watched the girl curiously, then went back over to the man. her hand reached up to fiddle with her necklace again, as she went back to waiting for her question to be answered. Her tail wrapped around her leg nervously.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 17, 2006 19:45:33 GMT -5
Var smiled. "I'll leave it to the expert. RAGWEED! Get in here!" Immediately, and seemingly out of nowhere, stumbled a spikey haired, olive skinned lad, wearing what might be described as a stained, much patched smock, over a pair of old, tattered trousers. He had sharply pointed ears, bright amber eyes, and ragged, insect-like wings protruded out of his back. They seemed huge compared to the rest of him, and only managed to make him look more dishevelled. He sneered, and it became more apparent why he was named after a comman, deep rooted allergen. "Yea? If this is about that time I stole the- oooh!" He whisped over to Mikara. "Dark magic... Can't say I recognise the make..."
'Bats' glared at the doll. She didn't like it.
((Nawww, she's just nine here. Old for her age, though. Scared of her own shadow. And dolls. She has a prejudice against dolls. ^^))
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 19:49:07 GMT -5
Mikara's ears laid flat agianst her skull again, and her tail twitch irratably. Barely keeping herself from streaking away from this person as fast as possible, she hissed softly. "Yes. Do you have something that can get it off?" she asked.
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Post by Daybreak on May 17, 2006 19:54:53 GMT -5
Emmeline watched contentedly from the arms of her host. Interesting. She had spent so much time in this shop, yet she knew so little about the people here. Her attention drifted from the man who ran the shop to the boy to the necklace. Interesting sort of power there.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 17, 2006 19:55:08 GMT -5
Rags grinned. "Well, that depends on the make of the thing, doesn't it?" He looked up at her- he really was short, as he badgered her with questions. "Where'd ya get it? Who put it there? Have ya tried t'get it off yet? How-Ack!" he was interrupted by Var chucking one of the poisonous, red apples at the back of his head. The shopkeep rolled his eyes. "Over zealous... Runt..."
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 19:57:00 GMT -5
"mrroow..." Mikara growled, backing up. "If I could get it off, would I be in here?" she asked, avoiding the other questions. ...she still couldn't believe Austin would do that to her. Her eyes grew saddened.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 20:02:23 GMT -5
Sara looked at the new boy. Ragweed... What a cute name! It sounds like an illegal drug <3 She thought, and inwardly smiled. She began looking at the other things on the shelves, ignoring the mess she made. She chewed on her thumbnail, looking at a small elfy figurine. Her brain automatically calculated the mass, the volume, and several other things. She shrugged. She remembered the details, though. She always remembered.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 17, 2006 20:06:14 GMT -5
Rags shrugged, rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes I figured that much out- but what ways have you tried? Any side effects? Any solutions to be avoided-" he ducked, as though by automatic response, when Var snatched up another confiscated poisoned apple.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 20:09:50 GMT -5
"...mrrow..." Mikara growled again. "It won't cut, break, or disslove. And fire and earth magic just bounce off it. I don't recomend using dark magic, either..." she said softly, tail curling around her leg again.
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Post by Daybreak on May 17, 2006 20:13:25 GMT -5
Emmeline relaxed. She was too hasty in becoming nervous about the girl. Her aura and her host would protect her. She remembered the last time she took a host in a shop, and hoped the boy could pay for her. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, after all.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 20:17:18 GMT -5
Sara's eyes flicked over to the pendant. Hm. I bet I could figure it out... Hmm... If I really cared. She was tired. And bored. Why not? She should atleast look at it.
She walked over to the neko-chick.
"Oi. Can Sara see it?" Sara held her hand close to the pendant, indicating that she wanted to hold it.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 20:19:32 GMT -5
Mikara blinked. "...I can't take it off...you'll have to look at it while I'm wearing it..." she said softly, tail swishing nervously.
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Post by Shippo_no_Neko on May 17, 2006 20:22:17 GMT -5
Sara sighed, exasperated. She rolled her eyes.
"Sara wants to hold the pendant part. While it's on your neck. Got it?"
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Post by Scarecrow on May 17, 2006 20:24:09 GMT -5
((Heheh- it does sound like a drug, dunnit? RW: It is a well respected member of the plant kingdom! It's a weed. RW: It flourishes everywhere! It's a weed. RW: It represents how I can survive anywhere, travel like wildfire, and live on almost nothing! ...It's still a weed.))
Var raised an eyebrow at the children at the back of the shop. So the boy had picked out the doll, eh? Which doll was it? He couldn't see clearly from here, behind his desk. Ragdoll, crowdoll, voodoo doll, poppet doll... Naww, those were behind the counter.
"Hey Viktor... Might I see the doll?" 'Bats' was curious. There was something distincly odd about that doll, but she couldn't put a finger on it. She was probably just being silly again... "Her name is Emmeline, you know." Viktor smiled. Emmeline was, indeed the perfect name for his doll.
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Post by Daybreak on May 17, 2006 20:28:39 GMT -5
Emmeline was snapped out of her careful examinations by the girl's request. See her? She hadn't been with the host long enough to prevent him from letting others handle her. She loathed the thought. Only her host should be allowed to hold her! But unless she was willing to break in the boy roughly and noticabley, she couldn't stop it.
Who knows? It might be the perfect opportunity to do some training.
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Post by Wolfy on May 17, 2006 20:28:48 GMT -5
Mikara's eyes narrowed. "...mrrrrr..." she growled, exposing fangs. "Fine..." she said softly, subdueing, with difficulty, her cat instincts, which were to claw and run.
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Post by Scarecrow on May 17, 2006 20:35:55 GMT -5
Viktor shrugged... "A'right... But be carefull, 'kay?" he held out Emmeline delicately. Koumori picked the doll up incredulously, staring at it's oily, multicoloured eyes. "Hmm... I wonder where this came from..." Seemed harmless enough. It was probably just those strange eyes that bothered her. Must be magic or something.
Ragweed looked the new girl over. "Sara? Hm." He seemed slightly miffed that a girl, supposedly with less experiance than him, had been aloud to inspect the artifact before him. Wait- did she have any experiance with magic? He honestly couldn't tell. He narrowed his amber eyes, suspicious.
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