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Post by ToxicShadow on Dec 8, 2006 1:09:45 GMT -5
As the two stepped out of the cramped building, Magion sucked in a deep breath of cold air, well cold compared to the stuffy used up air of the dance club. She was mostly free from the faint scent of blood and sweat, very thankful for that. She was slipping her glove back on her one hand and lacing it up, attempting to hide what was left of the red fluid that stuck there behind the thin film of lace, when he asked his question. "I'm perfectly fine." she replied with a faint smile. And she returned the question, "Are you?" Only she wasn't as quite concerned sounding as him. He handled the situation much better then practically everyone else in the building, so she was sure that he be alright. She pulled the purple pointed witch hat down over her face, to cover her eyes in shadows, like she was hiding. She caught the comments of the people leaving, only if they knew how true there accusations were. She was surprised Nein hadn't yet remarked about the huge bloody scythe she held tight in her left hand or the hat. She had neither when they first met. And now, there was enough blood proof on her for someone to accuse her of brutal murder.
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Post by Forqs on Dec 8, 2006 1:18:38 GMT -5
(Did you see the pic of Yisnein yet?)
He somewhat chuckled reluctantly at her question, but left it unanswered. Of course he was alright. He'd seen many of these instances before. "Why do you have that?" He pointed at her scythe. It was more of a statement than a question. "You look....like a reaper." He noticed her slight discomfort at the entire scenario, people could be cruel. He even saw a few walk up behind her, ready to spit, or scream..but none ever went through with it. Typical cowardice that you would expect from just anyone. He was glad that people seemed to have a bit of fear in her. It made him more intrigued by her, or was it that he saw her as a greater challenge? He retrieved a handkerchief from his vest-pocket and handed it to her. "For the blood."
(scene skip soon?)
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Post by ToxicShadow on Dec 8, 2006 1:32:12 GMT -5
Magion sighed. Great, she'd have to explain a bit now and it scared her, it always did. She was afraid of people running from her, like so many times before. She was such a happy person, loved company, and yet so many disliked her when they discovered the truth. She accepted the handkerchief gratefully, pulling her glove off again and wiping it down. He'd noticed, and she winced. Not only the blood but the almost ironic thing about her. "I like it." she explained poorly about the scythe, not wanting at all to go into details. But she gave in, knowing it had to happen sooner or later, "I guess its good I look like reaper. That way, I'm not hiding. People know to run in fear of me...." she sounded depressed. A total different person from the cheery upfront one he'd first met moments ago. The cheer was still there but, now that the dark truth was spilling out, it was hard to let the brightness shine through.
(Yep, I've seen it and commented. And yes, they should start walking or end up somewhere else or something...After all, she looks like the criminal right now.)
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Post by Forqs on Dec 8, 2006 1:48:57 GMT -5
He grinned although this wasn't exactly the time. "I envy your power." He stated as a matter-of-factly. "Although.. I understand how such a gift cancause great unhappiness." At this moment, the thin, serpentine-like stripes on his left forearm began quivering, brightening up only slightly, before Nein shook his arm back down again. He honeslt hoped she hadn't seen that, and instead held out his other arm (markless) to her. "Shall we?"
(Aww poor Magion. Scene skip toooo? Pick a spot.)
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Post by ToxicShadow on Dec 8, 2006 2:04:41 GMT -5
She stuck out her tongue in a slightly more happy manner, at least he didn't run. But she had to disagree, still not as cheery as before. "I hate my power." she stated. There was no need to hide that fact. She loathed her powers, hated them, feared them. To her, they were nothing good. She slightly noticed the difference in the shade of his stripes, but didn't remark about it. Apparently, he was quite odd himself. She didn't know what he intended to do, but she passed the scythe to her right hand and gave him her now empty left. She preferred not to give him her previously blood stained hand. (Ummm....I dunno. Maybe something really really random, like a grocery store or an empty high school. Hey, it could be her high school and they could walk around the empty halls and she could go on about stuff about it or something....I dunno... Or, or at a store she could randomly start shopping, saying that she was supposed to go shopping yesterday. I mean, anything stupidly random like that would be interesting, considering it would bring up her mood. )
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Post by Forqs on Dec 11, 2006 23:52:00 GMT -5
"You may never know when your gifts will serve you as a blessing." He sort of...warned-in a friendly manner.
He led her into a half-empty parking lot (most of its inhabitants probably left to their home, shaken up a bit by the whole scenario) There rested a humble Honda-type vehicle. Although it was rare to see these kinds. "A hybrid." He stated as a matter of factly. It was black with shiney rims, and when he opened the door for her, a fresh Cinnamon scent protruded from it's core.
No one could ever make this car run, but Nein, don't forget this. Why? The reason is probably inevitable, but still a secret. ^.~
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Post by ToxicShadow on Dec 12, 2006 1:41:15 GMT -5
"Nice." she replied simply with much approval. It was a very nice car in her opinion. The shiny black, squeee it was so pretty! "Thanks." she smiled as he opened the door for her and slid inside. She actually had to pull off her hat, her bright pink hair falling into her eyes when she did so, and put her scythe down in the back, careful not to slice anything. The sweet scent of cinnamon drifted into her nose and she took it in happily. Well, it was much more relaxing here then in that blood scented building, the sidewalk where everyone seemed to despise her or the empty parking lot. It was all so unpleasant outside. And yet, despite the fact she'd just met this man, she felt better sitting here.
((He he, it runs off of his power!))
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Post by Forqs on Dec 14, 2006 12:38:13 GMT -5
He closed the door behind her, revolved to other side of the car, and entered into the driver's seat. With a smirk, he sort of blinked for a prolonged period, letting his markings light up and with a small spark the entire car roared to life. After it seemed to quiet to a small purring sound. "Gotta love hybrids." He smiled. "It only need minimal gas once in a while, but it mostly runs on electricity. The radio faded on, letting sweet Bob dylan's voice seep into their ears. "Feel free to change it if you dont like folk music." He smiled at her before taking off into the night.
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Post by ToxicShadow on Dec 14, 2006 22:40:19 GMT -5
The Wocky watched as the Kougra slid into his seat and his markings lit up. "Ha! You're the one that sparks!" she said with happy triumph. Though she had a feeling he was the thing sparking back when they were sitting on the bar stools already, she had visual proof now. "...Sparky..." she mumbled to herself and let out a slight giggle. That was a fun nickname, she'd definitely have to store it away. And she smiled with contentment. "Yes, yes." she agreed. "This car is very nice and helps the environment, so the commercials say." As the radio flickered on, she left the dials alone. She never really listened to this particular style of music but something in the lyrics caught her attention enough for her to take interest. The song was 'Not Dark Yet' and she could somewhat to relate, in an odd way she didn't quite get. "Where are we going anyway?" she questioned with the tilt of her head, during an instrumental section of the song. There was no way she was going to risk asking during the lyrics, she actually wanted to hear them.
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