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Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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While his servant turned herself into a blur of cleaning and sorting, Erik only watched for a few seconds before heading for the door to their room. With one foot keeping the door from shutting all the way and a hand planted against the door frame, he stretched to grab the very top of one of the chairs he'd set outside an hour before and dragged it back inside. "You're very good at that."
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Posted 01-19-2017, 05:57 AM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-19-2017, 06:29 PM |
Rainbowfox Ari
The Weaver of Tales
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"I would not seek to compel you otherwise, Lady." Donovan said smoothly, choosing the home with a sense of finality once he finally decided between the two for-sale estates. "Nor would I presume upon your physical form, if it weren't required. I know very little about this Grail War - only what I've managed to glean from being connected to you. I aim to win - but that does not mean I don't need to take time to plan. Pardon me for a moment."
He held up a finger to Catherine, and got on the phone with the broker, settling on a fair price for the estate he'd chosen, and sealing the deal in minutes, thanks to his influence... and his father's money. They'd be able to move in tomorrow - he'd bought the place furnished. Once that was done, he turned back to Lady Catherine. "I don't know about you, but I'm jet-lagged, and very tired. I'm going to curl up on the bed and have a nice long nap before dinner. I am not going to compel you too, because I suspect you would anyway... but please keep an eye out and protect me while I snooze some. I'm not entirely sure if you guys sleep, but if you do - wait until I'm awake to do so, so someone's on guard? I'll hire chefs and servants to move in with us when I get up, or tomorrow afternoon - whichever is first." | ||||
Posted 01-19-2017, 08:11 PM |
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Rainbowfox Ari
The Weaver of Tales
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Kiki was quite asleep when the lake burst into fire - which woke him up, and a beautiful black horse walked out of it. As well as the horse, the entire knowledge of the Holy Grail War was shoved into his young head, and a fiery pain in his hand and arm showed him that it wasn't a dream. He hated war! Hated, hated, hated! But there was a nice prize. A wish. He did have a wish, and now... now, he had a steed!
Rising, he moved over to where the horse had appeared, and reached up to stroke the soft, fuzzy nose. There was an extra apple in his pants pocket, and he offered it up to what he now knew was a Heroic Spirit. Such a beautiful horse! "I'm gonna call you Midnight." Kiki said, wrapping his arms around a relatively un-spiked part of the horse's frame, and giving him a huge hug. He buried his head into the warm fur, shivering, and giggled. "You really are my noble steed, huh? My drawing came to life." Another couple of giggles, and his energy-drain caught up with him. He managed to lead the horse a small way away... before he just collapsed against him, fast asleep again, murmuring, "My pretty horse. My bestest friend." | ||||
Posted 01-19-2017, 08:18 PM |
Rainbowfox Ari
The Weaver of Tales
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Vik, otherwise known as Victor Frankenstein, was perfectly content hovering in the expansive darkness, deep inside what was called the Creative Void. It was where creations of other people - authors, mostly - relaxed and simply... were. It was hard to explain, and the feeling that flowed through him was hard to place, for sure. But that didn't last as long as he expected it to.
While he was floating there, he heard a voice call out to him - calling both his name, and something else that he didn't quite get. There was a light, then - wrapping around his limbs, tugging and tugging. Of course, he wasn't resisting. He knew nothing of Gods and Beasts up until that moment, and he might have stayed content to have never learned. The knowledge of who he was, and what he was meant to do washed over him like a tidal wave - making it hard to concentrate on any one thing. He almost felt the madness slipping back into place, but grabbed a firm hold of his psyche and told it to behave. His Master - such as it be - was calling him, and he needed to make himself presentable. Of course, pulling one out of the Creative Void took a vast deal of extra mana, and more than could be wielded without visible effect. Thus, when he arrived from out of the void, it was spectacularly. The papers that had been used to call him were - of course - untouched. But anything else within a five foot radius of the summoning circle that was not living... was fried beyond recognition. That included the tarp underneath him. He came to the world in a great flash of lightning, with the smell of burnt chemicals, hair, and clothing accompanying the sheer blast of mana-charged energy. He landed in a bit of a crouch, with his hand to the floor to steady himself, and aid his landing. Standing on the ground was new, but came naturally to him - as did speaking for some reason. He didn't yet, turning around to meet the one who would bear his mark. Surely it wasn't that dog? ... With wings. Oh, now that was adorable. He smiled involuntarily, eyes traveling the area before him, until he met the gaze of his Master - or rather, Mistress. She KNEW she was his Mistress, and he knew it too. Hard not to, with that steely gaze. Putting forth his best manners, he bowed toward her, before straightening up, and blowing a hank of pure-white hair out of his eyes. "Greetings, Master. My name is Victor Frankenstein, but you can call me Vik if it's easier. I will do my best to aid and serve you in whatever way I can. I am the Archer, you are my Mistress, and I obey only you... Might I ask, though..." He crouched, and held his hand out to Mousse. "Who is this adorable little chap?" | ||||
Posted 01-19-2017, 08:31 PM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-20-2017, 12:36 AM |
Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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"Well," Erik said slowly as he considered their list of things to be done for the day. He set the chair back down next to the drawn window curtains before looking back over to her. "If you can get the other chair and table back inside, I'll check us out so we can leave."
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Posted 01-20-2017, 02:30 AM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-20-2017, 03:44 AM |
Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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s l o w l y | ||||
Posted 01-20-2017, 01:11 PM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-20-2017, 03:20 PM |
Quiet Man Cometh
We're all mad here.
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“Strategies? Outside of bribing the others to go home?” He examines a rich gold blouse before finding something minute wrong with it and drops it half onto the rack before sweeping to the next display, a trail of discarded fare behind him being picked up by the flock the poet has already managed to gather. “I’d as soon hear what you have to say about it, -do you mind? “Byron hands the vessel a garment he has deemed acceptable. “I find this shop rather lackluster…perhaps the clothier across the street?”
Last edited by Quiet Man Cometh; 01-21-2017 at 04:04 AM.
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Posted 01-21-2017, 04:01 AM |
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Quiet Man Cometh
We're all mad here.
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The fountain roared, gouts of blood rushing the faucets and raining down over Henri and the figure that crashed into the concrete basin, nearly toppling the assassin. Coughing and hacking up blood that may or may not have been his, the figure in blood drenched robes stood and looked about madly for his “master.” The fountain stopped. | ||||
Posted 01-21-2017, 05:37 AM |
Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-21-2017, 10:14 PM |
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-21-2017, 10:38 PM |
Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers. Between supposed brothers. | ||||
Posted 01-22-2017, 03:53 AM |
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Gallagher
It Won't Stop
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It was with a mighty bolt and a veritable typhoon of mana that Lucienne's servant appeared. A crackle and burn of magical energy that ate straight through the tarp she'd laid down and left an array of branching scorch marks on the floor. Unfortunate, but nothing, she hoped, that laying down that poor imitation rug wouldn't cover.
Neither Luci nor her familiar seemed particularly impressed by the man's entrance, despite the start it gave Mousse. And, despite that start, Mousse wasn't particularly hesitant about approaching the man's hand when it was offered. Luci did her best not to sigh. "That would be my familiar. You'll be seeing a lot of one another. I assume that won't be a problem?" | ||||
Posted 01-22-2017, 01:46 PM |
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