Date: 8/9/1999 10:10 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
The streets were steaming as he walked on them, still warm enough from the sunlight on them all day to be evaporating the light drizzle as it hit the black pavement. The benefit of the sun's warmth, however, was denied the solitary black-splashed figure as he strode his way home... sunset was nearly an hour ago.
He was tired, grumpy, and the long walk hadn't done him any good. His posture was drooped, but redeemed itself somewhat when the dark bulk of the rust-streaked building came into view. Home. It had an odd ring to it, and anyone ignorant of what was lay inside wouldn't be very proud to call it that... but even with the broken, stained windows... the big billboard sign with all the lightbulbs missing... the oxidizing bricks, it was comforting to
Tareth.
He sweeps off his hat as he walks up to the glass front doors near the ticket booth, brushing the dewdrops from the brim as he studies a note stuck to the only non-boarded up entryway.
"Notice of demolition? What the... " He falls off into muttering, crumpling up the paper in one beribboned fist as he flicks the latch over the top of the doorframe, admitting himself to the interior of this broken down, abandon old arena.
It was like a maze down there, without light one could easily get lost in the moldy hallways and staircases, dusty concession stands and loose-hanging restroom doors. Tareth had been living here for nearly eight years now, so he made it to the basement room without incident.
He liked his room, directly beneath the arena floor. It was spartan, lit by four glass pillars that extended their way up through the arena and vaulted ceiling even above that, into the night air. They were glowing a sickly, pale yellow now... the only light given off by this district of the city at this time of night. Later they would fade, as the lights went out for the evening. He settles onto the seat before his cluttered worktable, next to
the nearest pillar from the door, to read.
" 'City of Rhydin Health Department declares this building unsafe, and a hazard to the community. It has been scheduled for destruction, the property herein subject to forfeit, reimbursement set by the city value to be reimbursed to owner, Tareth Thorn, in the amount of' ..."
Forfeit? Somehow that made the pit of his stomach sink. That, and the lack of a date anywhere on this piece of paper... if this indeed was the city's work, it was haphazard, piecemeal, thrown together at the last minute. He takes the notice with him, heading to the steam tunnels, and ultimately, his vault.
It was empty.
The edges of the steel showed ragged where the thick door had been cut through, the door itself fallen inward. The inside, once littered with shelves of gold... his life's savings and work, was empty.
He was given very little time to let this fact impact on his conscious.
His shocked mind was rattled buy the sounds of muffled explosions behind him... the kind of noise so low that your ribcage vibrates. None of the shattering, grating, or other breaking noises came with it, not this far underground, but when the end of the tunnel lit up with fire... reflexes took over. Tareth dives for the vault, scraping elbows raw on the concrete floor as the tunnel collapses behind him with the sound of a giant chewing steel.
A few minutes after all the noise dies down, a small light blooms in the enclosing blackness. One of Tareth's marbles, shaken, rests in the palm of his hand, the ribbons encasing it torn and dangling. The thick metal walls of the vault had protected him, but the entrance was blocked with debris. Setting his light down, he went to work.
Much, much later, Tareth pokes his head out of a manhole cover in the street. His uniform was torn, his hands bruised and scraped bloody... and at best, his face was a mask of soot. Reluctantly, but resolutely, he turns to face the smoking pile of rock that used to be his sanctuary.
He stood there for a few minutes, silently observing as the last of the electrical fires subside. When the smoke ceases to reach for the thin clouds above, he turns and leaves.
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Re: Welcome home?
Date: 8/9/1999 11:14 PM Central Daylight Time
From: KeyserS111
Dawn touches nearly all points in RhyDin, but it leaves a few shadows for those in need. In one of those stood two men. They were roughly the same height, but the bearing of the second made him seem shorter than the first. He had the presence of an elderly butler, though his talents made him a little more useful.
"Why is this important again, sir?", he asked.
The more confident of the two took a long drag on a cigarette before responding. "An object lesson, Kobayashi. It's always important to study a man's response to stress." The other man was silent, inviting his master to continue. "Stress eliminates unnatural civilities and customs. The true values, the true motivations, rise to the surface. The hottest fire removes all impurities."
"And is this man that important?"
"He, and the one Caedia." Another thoughtful drag on the cigarette.
"Sir?"
"Kobayashi?" A slight inflection; the man's normally dead-pan voice showed slight interest.
"Were _you_ the one who caused this?"
Keyser smiled (very) slightly, rubbing his cigarette against a nearby brick wall to snuff it. "A showman never reveals his secrets."
-KS
Keyser Soze"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." (attributed)
From: KeyserS111
Dawn touches nearly all points in RhyDin, but it leaves a few shadows for those in need. In one of those stood two men. They were roughly the same height, but the bearing of the second made him seem shorter than the first. He had the presence of an elderly butler, though his talents made him a little more useful.
"Why is this important again, sir?", he asked.
The more confident of the two took a long drag on a cigarette before responding. "An object lesson, Kobayashi. It's always important to study a man's response to stress." The other man was silent, inviting his master to continue. "Stress eliminates unnatural civilities and customs. The true values, the true motivations, rise to the surface. The hottest fire removes all impurities."
"And is this man that important?"
"He, and the one Caedia." Another thoughtful drag on the cigarette.
"Sir?"
"Kobayashi?" A slight inflection; the man's normally dead-pan voice showed slight interest.
"Were _you_ the one who caused this?"
Keyser smiled (very) slightly, rubbing his cigarette against a nearby brick wall to snuff it. "A showman never reveals his secrets."
-KS
Keyser Soze"The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist." (attributed)
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Tareth Drew and the Hardy boys.
Date: 8/23/1999 4:49 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
After a night at the Outback, which happened to be the only place he had left to stay for the time being, he set out the next day... same torn clothes, same scorched boots, same foul attitude.
It's said that the man with nothing to lose becomes the most dangerous. Following that logic, it would seem that the more you take from someone, the more dangerous you make him or her. Tareth had lost a whole hell of a lot.
He wasn't a detective; he was a thief, first and foremost. An impeccable thief, he thought himself. Why? Because he had connections. The path always has to start with someone, and the further up one goes on the food chain, the less footwork there is.
Later in that day, Tareth sat in a rather slender wicker chair in a very lavishly decorated room. Above him birds flitted back and forth through a domed-in arboretum, the bare-wood furniture and bamboo walls all fit together to form a jungle motif, the effect was rather soothing. A rustling of leaves draws silver-eyed attention to the wall he'd been guided through by the butler, but this time it was his host that emerged.
Rousse was slender, even by elven standards. His shiny black hair was always held back away from his face by carved wood combs, his face was drawn tight as if those same combs stretched even the bones of his face upward into a feline tilt. His eyes were a disturbing yellow, and he always wore some shade of green... today it was a dark, shiny robe the color of ivy leaves.
"So what brings the cold wind into my warm house today?" Rousse's voice was calm, even, and deep... he was very old. It was like speaking with a rock. He sat in a chair opposite Tareth, even as he was settling again after rising for his host. The feline eyes were picking at his torn, burnt gi.
"How do you know it's so cold? You haven't even stood in it." Tareth's voice was seething with unvented anger, but held in check for the old elf.
"Like any other animal of the forest, I read the signs and act accordingly." Thin, white fingers... strikingly contrasted against the black cloth, pluck gingerly at the torn flap under Tareth's knee. "Cold wind, and bitter, did this."
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me who made this wind." Ignoring the touch, he pulls out the paper that was nailed to his doorway, and hands it over for inspection.
"Ahh... this is indeed from the Rhydin officials. But I know this sector, there are many more dilapidated buildings to start with than yours. The date has been left off, " Rousse scratches at the paper where a date would be, "these things do not lend themselves to accident. Oh my.. "
"What's 'oh my'?"
"It's an expression of surprise."
"Thanks, Captain obvious. I meant why did you say that?"
"Because I'm surprised."
Sometimes it took real effort to keep talking to this guy. Tareth paused a moment to compose himself.
"What surprised you?"
"You're a wonderful person Tareth, the best investment I've ever made. However, I'm afraid that if you don't let this go, you will no longer be worth what you were." The elf's gaze rested heavily on Tareth's, the tone in his voice unmistakable. "You're good at disappearing my friend, I'd suggest you do it again... at least for a short time."
"Bull, Rousse. Nobody threatens you, not a person in this town scares you."
"It's not me I'm worried about."
With a disgusted noise, Tareth kicks up from the light chair. Birds scatter from the sudden movement above, protesting in musical trills the disturbance of their rest. He whirls to face the wizened figure in the chair opposite.
"You'd tell me now if you thought there was even a remote chance I'd find out elsewhere, wouldn't you?"
"Wouldn't do to have you finding out from somebody else."
"And you're not going to tell me?"
The elf shook his head.
"Fine then. I can do this without your help." Without a word, Tareth swishes out of the jungle room, storming out of the mansion. Rousse, once the birds have settled once more, turns to face the path outward. He grins a sad, slightly sadistic smile.
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From: TarethThrn
After a night at the Outback, which happened to be the only place he had left to stay for the time being, he set out the next day... same torn clothes, same scorched boots, same foul attitude.
It's said that the man with nothing to lose becomes the most dangerous. Following that logic, it would seem that the more you take from someone, the more dangerous you make him or her. Tareth had lost a whole hell of a lot.
He wasn't a detective; he was a thief, first and foremost. An impeccable thief, he thought himself. Why? Because he had connections. The path always has to start with someone, and the further up one goes on the food chain, the less footwork there is.
Later in that day, Tareth sat in a rather slender wicker chair in a very lavishly decorated room. Above him birds flitted back and forth through a domed-in arboretum, the bare-wood furniture and bamboo walls all fit together to form a jungle motif, the effect was rather soothing. A rustling of leaves draws silver-eyed attention to the wall he'd been guided through by the butler, but this time it was his host that emerged.
Rousse was slender, even by elven standards. His shiny black hair was always held back away from his face by carved wood combs, his face was drawn tight as if those same combs stretched even the bones of his face upward into a feline tilt. His eyes were a disturbing yellow, and he always wore some shade of green... today it was a dark, shiny robe the color of ivy leaves.
"So what brings the cold wind into my warm house today?" Rousse's voice was calm, even, and deep... he was very old. It was like speaking with a rock. He sat in a chair opposite Tareth, even as he was settling again after rising for his host. The feline eyes were picking at his torn, burnt gi.
"How do you know it's so cold? You haven't even stood in it." Tareth's voice was seething with unvented anger, but held in check for the old elf.
"Like any other animal of the forest, I read the signs and act accordingly." Thin, white fingers... strikingly contrasted against the black cloth, pluck gingerly at the torn flap under Tareth's knee. "Cold wind, and bitter, did this."
"Actually, I was hoping you could tell me who made this wind." Ignoring the touch, he pulls out the paper that was nailed to his doorway, and hands it over for inspection.
"Ahh... this is indeed from the Rhydin officials. But I know this sector, there are many more dilapidated buildings to start with than yours. The date has been left off, " Rousse scratches at the paper where a date would be, "these things do not lend themselves to accident. Oh my.. "
"What's 'oh my'?"
"It's an expression of surprise."
"Thanks, Captain obvious. I meant why did you say that?"
"Because I'm surprised."
Sometimes it took real effort to keep talking to this guy. Tareth paused a moment to compose himself.
"What surprised you?"
"You're a wonderful person Tareth, the best investment I've ever made. However, I'm afraid that if you don't let this go, you will no longer be worth what you were." The elf's gaze rested heavily on Tareth's, the tone in his voice unmistakable. "You're good at disappearing my friend, I'd suggest you do it again... at least for a short time."
"Bull, Rousse. Nobody threatens you, not a person in this town scares you."
"It's not me I'm worried about."
With a disgusted noise, Tareth kicks up from the light chair. Birds scatter from the sudden movement above, protesting in musical trills the disturbance of their rest. He whirls to face the wizened figure in the chair opposite.
"You'd tell me now if you thought there was even a remote chance I'd find out elsewhere, wouldn't you?"
"Wouldn't do to have you finding out from somebody else."
"And you're not going to tell me?"
The elf shook his head.
"Fine then. I can do this without your help." Without a word, Tareth swishes out of the jungle room, storming out of the mansion. Rousse, once the birds have settled once more, turns to face the path outward. He grins a sad, slightly sadistic smile.
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A scent to follow (Thorn)
Date: 9/15/1999 3:50 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
It wasn't that much later that Tareth emerged from a stained green brick building, painted in neon light from the huge "PAWN" sign over the barred door. He was just finishing up counting the varigrated gold and silver coins of the area, mentally calculating his haul. Rhydin was an amazing town... where else can you sell a motorcycle, get a broken-down lightsaber, and have ancient coin enough left for some bribery
money?
Jamming the coins deep within the pocket opposite his tiny glass toys, he hauls up the saber base, noting the rattle of something inside. It looked like it had been saved from a fire, there were scorch marks and scratches all over it, and it never fully stayed on, but flicker was good for what he paid for it. He tinkered as he walked, making sure he left the end pointed fully away from him.
The beam was finally gaining some sort of cohesion... it had strengthened from a pale pastel green to something a little more menacing, when something hit Tareth in the back of the head like a runaway train. He stumbled, coming to a precarious rest with one shoulder against a lamppost, trying not to skewer himself on his new toy. A hand grabbed the other shoulder and ungently spun him 'round.
The guy was as big as Goon, but a lot less friendly looking. The tiny eyes were full of killing and dedication, like a soldier out on a hit. He had a handhold in a lot of Tareth's shirt, and was winding up with a brick held way back. This was gonna hurt.
At that moment, the lightsaber decided to sputter, piercing a burning hole right up through the guy's windpipe. The smell of burnt flesh and a slight sizzle was all that remained as the brick hit the ground, and the hand loosened from Tareth's shirt. Evil Goon slid wordlessly to eternally worship the concrete, not even a gurgle escaped... his throat had been seared shut.
Engaging the switch on the saber, Tareth bends down to paw at the body. Loose jeans, a cotton tee... nothing to distinguish the guy from appearances. There was nothing in his pockets but a wallet, and it contained no ID, just a scrawled phone number on a napkin from the Mideival Tavern and a book of matches from a strip joint... and a couple hundred dollars. Tareth took the money.
Silver eyes check furtively about as he stands to leave, but pauses. This man wasn't hard up for cash, and there's no way he could be the driver of the motorcycle, the sizes didn't fit right. On a second thought, he takes the matches and number too, noticing the napkin smells of perfume.
Time to get a date for tonight.
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From: TarethThrn
It wasn't that much later that Tareth emerged from a stained green brick building, painted in neon light from the huge "PAWN" sign over the barred door. He was just finishing up counting the varigrated gold and silver coins of the area, mentally calculating his haul. Rhydin was an amazing town... where else can you sell a motorcycle, get a broken-down lightsaber, and have ancient coin enough left for some bribery
money?
Jamming the coins deep within the pocket opposite his tiny glass toys, he hauls up the saber base, noting the rattle of something inside. It looked like it had been saved from a fire, there were scorch marks and scratches all over it, and it never fully stayed on, but flicker was good for what he paid for it. He tinkered as he walked, making sure he left the end pointed fully away from him.
The beam was finally gaining some sort of cohesion... it had strengthened from a pale pastel green to something a little more menacing, when something hit Tareth in the back of the head like a runaway train. He stumbled, coming to a precarious rest with one shoulder against a lamppost, trying not to skewer himself on his new toy. A hand grabbed the other shoulder and ungently spun him 'round.
The guy was as big as Goon, but a lot less friendly looking. The tiny eyes were full of killing and dedication, like a soldier out on a hit. He had a handhold in a lot of Tareth's shirt, and was winding up with a brick held way back. This was gonna hurt.
At that moment, the lightsaber decided to sputter, piercing a burning hole right up through the guy's windpipe. The smell of burnt flesh and a slight sizzle was all that remained as the brick hit the ground, and the hand loosened from Tareth's shirt. Evil Goon slid wordlessly to eternally worship the concrete, not even a gurgle escaped... his throat had been seared shut.
Engaging the switch on the saber, Tareth bends down to paw at the body. Loose jeans, a cotton tee... nothing to distinguish the guy from appearances. There was nothing in his pockets but a wallet, and it contained no ID, just a scrawled phone number on a napkin from the Mideival Tavern and a book of matches from a strip joint... and a couple hundred dollars. Tareth took the money.
Silver eyes check furtively about as he stands to leave, but pauses. This man wasn't hard up for cash, and there's no way he could be the driver of the motorcycle, the sizes didn't fit right. On a second thought, he takes the matches and number too, noticing the napkin smells of perfume.
Time to get a date for tonight.
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Play that funky music. (Thorn)
Date: 9/23/1999 7:48 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
The place was like any other cesspot of the city... all bar and no class. From the moment Tareth walked in there, he could tell that he'd need a few asperin afterward... the music was so loud it rattled his teeth.
He wove his way through the tables dotting the center floor of the place, a neon-lit bar lined each side wall... four tenders were kept busy with orders. Pulling the wide-brimmed hat off, another item bought with the motorcycle fund, he finds a seat near the front and settles down for the interrim. The coat stayed on, if he was forced to make a quick exit, he didn't want to have to replace that again, too.
The two men at the table on the right were obviously drunk, they hooted and whistled at the spectacle up front. The Nytewind Clubhouse was famous for having the largest stage in this part of town. Five girls gyrated their nearly naked bodies around three poles set at spaced intervals across the stage, and one was busy slinking her high-heeled way down the runway extending into the table-spotted floor.
It wasn't anything new to Tareth. Nubile young beauties were everywhere in this place... it was an effect that only added to his desire to stay in Rhydin, rather than return to the "real world". So instead of gawking at the woman bending over to tease the two drunkards at the next table, he unfolds the sticky, spotted menu from the center of the table and checks the features of the night.
Her stage name was Sandra, and she wasn't playing until later tonight. Re-folding the napkin and program, he tries his best to inspect the surroundings unobtrusively.
The table to his left was empty, the recently vacated glass vibrated against the tabletop with the resounding bass of the music. Behind him was the same. That settled, he turns to watch the flame in the candle on his own table dance. It was just beginning to seem like a very long night when a familiar scent drifted through his conscious.
He turned just in time to get a facefull of purple latex daisy dukes hovering not an inch from his nose. She was bending over to set the glasses on the table next to him, giving the two boys there full advantage of the low-cut matching halter. As she straightened, he sniffed again. That was definitely Sandra, if there was anything remarkable about a woman in Rhydin it was how she smelled.
"And you sir, what can I get... " Sandra turned, yanking out her pad of order tickets, and halted as soon as the pale-spiked head caught her attention. In the same moment she registered the feel of a cold steel barrel pressing into unprotected inner thigh.
"Sit."
She complied, but by the time latex hit the chair, she seemed to remember who she was.
"I wasn't expecting you 'till later, and certainly not so... " she trailed off, trying to act bored with the situation.
"Awake? Alive?" Tareth drove home the venom in his voice with an extra shove on his end of the gun, one could hear latex creak under the table. "Who blew up my place?"
Sandra squirmed. "I dunno what you're talking about. Charley was only s'posed to bring you here so I could warn you to stay away from Mora." Warn. That's a laugh. More like threaten. "Where's Charley?"
"Dead. Where's Mora?"
The expression on her face at that statement indicated that Charley hadn't been just a partner to her. The mention of his death shut her up pretty tight, it took the cocking of the hammer to get her to spill any more.
"She's gone you bastard, and you'll be lucky to find her in a ditch someday! Maybe you'll meet again in hell!" She raised her voice to a pitch normally reserved for calling dogs, and sure to get attention. It did... of a man with no neck standing near the door.
"No touching the girls," the man spewed as he rumbled toward Tareth's table.
"Get him off me Guido!" Now she was playing the innocent. Just great.
"Take yer hands off the girl!" The man made no hesitation about yanking Tareth's arm out from under the table as soon as he arrived, which ripped the rest of the hem out of Sandra's shorts and left the barrel pointed squarely at Guido's knee.
The man had just enough time to recognize what Tareth was holding before his shocked face disappeared under a roundhouse from Tareth's other hand. Raising the gun, the first round managed to crack the stock of the shotgun being lifted by one of the bartenders, the second slug found itself imbedded in the shoe of the other bouncer rushing forward to help out the situation, causing him to wreck a path into the tables.
He was in no mood to mess around in here for much longer. Grabbing the ponytail of the fleeing Sandra, he flung her against the base of the catwalk and shoved the black barrel against her forehead.
"Mora, where? And who hired you?"
She started crying hysterically, and blubbering about men with black and white uniforms, the blue-cloaked one behind them, and the suitcase full of money in her dresser drawer that he could take it if he'd just leave her alone. Disgustedly, he lets go of his prisoner once he noticed the white powder residue along the edge of one nostril. He's lucky she remembered who Charley was, let alone people trying to conceal their identity.
Just as he stepped back, a whip cracked where his head just was. Silver eyes lift up just in time to see the woman on the catwalk winding up for another strike with her bullwhip. Tareth leaps to one side, the leather flaying open his gi and slicing into his shoulder. Tumbling, he rolls over a chair. Planting one hand to steady himself, he comes out of the flip and translates the entire momentum of his body into flinging the chair he'd supported
himself on with the other hand. The chair splinters against the corner of the walk, shrapnel bowling over the wannabe leather goddess on top of it.
Amidst a shotgun blast erupting the floor next to his sitting position, he manages to yank out one of his small milky marbles. He leaps to the side and rolls to a stand, another blast disintegrating a chair behind him. Once the small glass sphere was agitated enough by his movement to glow bright white, he hurls it against the bartop where the armed tender takes cover.
The tinkling of shattered glass fills one brief moment. Then the bar explodes.
Splinters fly outward, riding a gout of flame and a cloud of dust. The tender is slammed back into his racks of alcohol, which immediately catch fire... the enitrety of the room on the left side of the catwalk is swallowed in one big fireball.
In that sort of confusion, it's easy for anyone to slip out.
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From: TarethThrn
The place was like any other cesspot of the city... all bar and no class. From the moment Tareth walked in there, he could tell that he'd need a few asperin afterward... the music was so loud it rattled his teeth.
He wove his way through the tables dotting the center floor of the place, a neon-lit bar lined each side wall... four tenders were kept busy with orders. Pulling the wide-brimmed hat off, another item bought with the motorcycle fund, he finds a seat near the front and settles down for the interrim. The coat stayed on, if he was forced to make a quick exit, he didn't want to have to replace that again, too.
The two men at the table on the right were obviously drunk, they hooted and whistled at the spectacle up front. The Nytewind Clubhouse was famous for having the largest stage in this part of town. Five girls gyrated their nearly naked bodies around three poles set at spaced intervals across the stage, and one was busy slinking her high-heeled way down the runway extending into the table-spotted floor.
It wasn't anything new to Tareth. Nubile young beauties were everywhere in this place... it was an effect that only added to his desire to stay in Rhydin, rather than return to the "real world". So instead of gawking at the woman bending over to tease the two drunkards at the next table, he unfolds the sticky, spotted menu from the center of the table and checks the features of the night.
Her stage name was Sandra, and she wasn't playing until later tonight. Re-folding the napkin and program, he tries his best to inspect the surroundings unobtrusively.
The table to his left was empty, the recently vacated glass vibrated against the tabletop with the resounding bass of the music. Behind him was the same. That settled, he turns to watch the flame in the candle on his own table dance. It was just beginning to seem like a very long night when a familiar scent drifted through his conscious.
He turned just in time to get a facefull of purple latex daisy dukes hovering not an inch from his nose. She was bending over to set the glasses on the table next to him, giving the two boys there full advantage of the low-cut matching halter. As she straightened, he sniffed again. That was definitely Sandra, if there was anything remarkable about a woman in Rhydin it was how she smelled.
"And you sir, what can I get... " Sandra turned, yanking out her pad of order tickets, and halted as soon as the pale-spiked head caught her attention. In the same moment she registered the feel of a cold steel barrel pressing into unprotected inner thigh.
"Sit."
She complied, but by the time latex hit the chair, she seemed to remember who she was.
"I wasn't expecting you 'till later, and certainly not so... " she trailed off, trying to act bored with the situation.
"Awake? Alive?" Tareth drove home the venom in his voice with an extra shove on his end of the gun, one could hear latex creak under the table. "Who blew up my place?"
Sandra squirmed. "I dunno what you're talking about. Charley was only s'posed to bring you here so I could warn you to stay away from Mora." Warn. That's a laugh. More like threaten. "Where's Charley?"
"Dead. Where's Mora?"
The expression on her face at that statement indicated that Charley hadn't been just a partner to her. The mention of his death shut her up pretty tight, it took the cocking of the hammer to get her to spill any more.
"She's gone you bastard, and you'll be lucky to find her in a ditch someday! Maybe you'll meet again in hell!" She raised her voice to a pitch normally reserved for calling dogs, and sure to get attention. It did... of a man with no neck standing near the door.
"No touching the girls," the man spewed as he rumbled toward Tareth's table.
"Get him off me Guido!" Now she was playing the innocent. Just great.
"Take yer hands off the girl!" The man made no hesitation about yanking Tareth's arm out from under the table as soon as he arrived, which ripped the rest of the hem out of Sandra's shorts and left the barrel pointed squarely at Guido's knee.
The man had just enough time to recognize what Tareth was holding before his shocked face disappeared under a roundhouse from Tareth's other hand. Raising the gun, the first round managed to crack the stock of the shotgun being lifted by one of the bartenders, the second slug found itself imbedded in the shoe of the other bouncer rushing forward to help out the situation, causing him to wreck a path into the tables.
He was in no mood to mess around in here for much longer. Grabbing the ponytail of the fleeing Sandra, he flung her against the base of the catwalk and shoved the black barrel against her forehead.
"Mora, where? And who hired you?"
She started crying hysterically, and blubbering about men with black and white uniforms, the blue-cloaked one behind them, and the suitcase full of money in her dresser drawer that he could take it if he'd just leave her alone. Disgustedly, he lets go of his prisoner once he noticed the white powder residue along the edge of one nostril. He's lucky she remembered who Charley was, let alone people trying to conceal their identity.
Just as he stepped back, a whip cracked where his head just was. Silver eyes lift up just in time to see the woman on the catwalk winding up for another strike with her bullwhip. Tareth leaps to one side, the leather flaying open his gi and slicing into his shoulder. Tumbling, he rolls over a chair. Planting one hand to steady himself, he comes out of the flip and translates the entire momentum of his body into flinging the chair he'd supported
himself on with the other hand. The chair splinters against the corner of the walk, shrapnel bowling over the wannabe leather goddess on top of it.
Amidst a shotgun blast erupting the floor next to his sitting position, he manages to yank out one of his small milky marbles. He leaps to the side and rolls to a stand, another blast disintegrating a chair behind him. Once the small glass sphere was agitated enough by his movement to glow bright white, he hurls it against the bartop where the armed tender takes cover.
The tinkling of shattered glass fills one brief moment. Then the bar explodes.
Splinters fly outward, riding a gout of flame and a cloud of dust. The tender is slammed back into his racks of alcohol, which immediately catch fire... the enitrety of the room on the left side of the catwalk is swallowed in one big fireball.
In that sort of confusion, it's easy for anyone to slip out.
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And the beat goes on.. (Solin)
Date: 9/24/1999 12:11 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
It was the kind of brisk evening you could come to count on when a wizard delivers a party. Especially a grand one such as this was. The mansion was your typical beauty, rich in marble and marvelous stairs. The walls were adorned with many paintings, wall decorations and flamboyant colors while the floors were naked granite marbled, or thick lush carpet. Tall ceilings were grand with the flair of a cathedral's grace,
and the chandeliers that hung detracted nothing from the eye's view.
The party was grand enough that it spread from the den and party room, to the outside courtyard as well where dancing and laughter were the night's language, and costumes ensconced all. There was a horse talking to a fairy here, an angel typically sidled up to her devil there.. a catwoman purring about a joker, and three maids in petticoats summing up the myriad of jackasses, shadows, a turtle, vampires and other sorts of the male persuasion.
A grandiose fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by magnificent sculptures of rearing elephants who normally, (normal being the days that they weren't entertaining) spouted water... but now seemed made for blowing bubbles at an endless rate. One would think it was snowing for all the bubbles and if that wasn't enough decoration.. wait a bit. Butterflies beautiful in colors and rich in textures would fly by.. and if you reached
out to touch them, you'd find out they were merely more decorations as they would seem to explode into a rain of sparkly glitter sure to raise a laugh.
Such a glitter storm was occurring on the stairs of the courtyard, the receiver of the storm a glorious butterfly herself. A white body suit with matching wings laced with gold was standing next a man in all red, his accents in black. Although he himself was a devil, he was much more menacing than the one talking to the angel.. and much more realistic looking. Nevertheless, the butterfly by his side was laughing lightly as the glitter fell about
her, adding more sparkle to the already glamorous outfit and even placed her hand in the outstretched one as he turned towards the house.
"So, do you think you've gotten the ring figured out yet?" His voice was superfluous yet frighteningly strange at the same time, at least.. for those that weren't used to him, the butterfly merely nodded.
"Aye, it seems t'at I can nae copy anat'in' t'at isnae superficial."
"Meaning?" He prompted her, weaving the two through the crowd as if she were blind.
"Meanin' anathin' t'at isnae reliant on electricity an' anat'in' t'at isnae complicated life."
"You mean you haven't had any urge to explore the rest of it's power?"
She merely grinned, the sanctamonious kind of grin that one gets when hiding a secret of sorts. Just as they reached the wine table, the butterfly was no longer white, but her whole body was a silver mercury liquid. Demonstrating what she had learned, she seeped into a puddle on the floor and disappeared by matching it. Seconds later across the very wine table (much to the disliking of the servants, albeit they were used to such), the female form
once more took place. After reforming, she stepped through the table to end by his side and once more gained color.
"Very nice." Truly his voice was pleased, however none too impressed, as this was the sort of thing he saw every day. It was another of his workings and teachings gone right and he was satisfied.
Taking up her glass from the devil's hands, the butterfly turned in time to get caught off gaurd as she was kissed deeply. Her attacker purred as she pulled back eyeing the white butterfly, then suddenly flitted off as another was spotted.
"Au revoir Mora." The white butterfly responded as she watched the red latex clad woman weave off into the crowd. Cheerful as usual and just as seductive, Mora flipped her answer with a few fingers. The white butterfly shook her head.
"What interesting friends we keep." Toasting the kissed, he shook his head.
"Yer jus' jealous because I promised 'er a test drive wit' t'is body an' nae ye Arion." She replied and finally tore her gaze from Mora.
"Touche." He was amused now, finding pleasure in the gaze the women shared a moment before parting their ways.
"Now," she smiled, "back tae w'e-"
"Aeislinn?" The voice was nearly frantic, frustrated considerably and not in the mood to find out he was wrong again. The name was what caused the white butterfly to turn and transparent eyes to fire a gaze at him.
"W'at are ye doin' 'ere an' w'at do ye want?" Her voice held nothing of compassion, much less any pleasantry at all.
"Aeislinn, we lost the crew and the boy got away. Hey!" He was objecting to the way she had grabbed him and was dragging him out in the courtyard... roughly.
"I donnae care iffin t'e damn 'ome base was on fire an' under attack, ye ne'er interrupt me w'en I'm at a party. Ye understan' t'at?" Before he could answer, his cheek was greeted with a swift backhand powerful enough to knock him near the concrete wall and nearly over.
"An' w'ere do ye get off tellin' me t'at ye couldnae catch a simple man in t'e building. I tol' ye to explode it w'en 'e got 'ome. W'ere's tha confusion in t'at?" The icy rivers were watching his every move as he tried to stand as smoothly as possible and hide the fact that he was cowering away towards the wall.
"He must have slipped out, there was nothing we could do. By the time we investigated the rubble, his body was nowhere to be found.. Ma'am." He was a strong, well built man, handsome in most respects and not normally a coward, but he wasn't used to those silver things that went bang and suddenly killed his workers. He was admittedly scared of the woman with the white-hot temper and at the same time intrigued and enthralled.
"I tol' ye nae underestimate Tareth." She sighs and turns towards the mansion in time to hear the scream that pierced the night. Her eyes widen and out of curiousity more than anything, she runs towards where everyone is looking. Nothing to see, yet no one was speaking.
Sliding over to Arion once more, she looks at his own bewildered face.
"Someone stole the Red Latex Mistress." The man whispered behind the two in effort to help.
"Mora?" Aeislinn could merely blink and scan the doors. Nothing, it was clear and normal as far as anyone could tell, but suddenly a chill took hold of her form.
From: SoIin
It was the kind of brisk evening you could come to count on when a wizard delivers a party. Especially a grand one such as this was. The mansion was your typical beauty, rich in marble and marvelous stairs. The walls were adorned with many paintings, wall decorations and flamboyant colors while the floors were naked granite marbled, or thick lush carpet. Tall ceilings were grand with the flair of a cathedral's grace,
and the chandeliers that hung detracted nothing from the eye's view.
The party was grand enough that it spread from the den and party room, to the outside courtyard as well where dancing and laughter were the night's language, and costumes ensconced all. There was a horse talking to a fairy here, an angel typically sidled up to her devil there.. a catwoman purring about a joker, and three maids in petticoats summing up the myriad of jackasses, shadows, a turtle, vampires and other sorts of the male persuasion.
A grandiose fountain stood in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by magnificent sculptures of rearing elephants who normally, (normal being the days that they weren't entertaining) spouted water... but now seemed made for blowing bubbles at an endless rate. One would think it was snowing for all the bubbles and if that wasn't enough decoration.. wait a bit. Butterflies beautiful in colors and rich in textures would fly by.. and if you reached
out to touch them, you'd find out they were merely more decorations as they would seem to explode into a rain of sparkly glitter sure to raise a laugh.
Such a glitter storm was occurring on the stairs of the courtyard, the receiver of the storm a glorious butterfly herself. A white body suit with matching wings laced with gold was standing next a man in all red, his accents in black. Although he himself was a devil, he was much more menacing than the one talking to the angel.. and much more realistic looking. Nevertheless, the butterfly by his side was laughing lightly as the glitter fell about
her, adding more sparkle to the already glamorous outfit and even placed her hand in the outstretched one as he turned towards the house.
"So, do you think you've gotten the ring figured out yet?" His voice was superfluous yet frighteningly strange at the same time, at least.. for those that weren't used to him, the butterfly merely nodded.
"Aye, it seems t'at I can nae copy anat'in' t'at isnae superficial."
"Meaning?" He prompted her, weaving the two through the crowd as if she were blind.
"Meanin' anathin' t'at isnae reliant on electricity an' anat'in' t'at isnae complicated life."
"You mean you haven't had any urge to explore the rest of it's power?"
She merely grinned, the sanctamonious kind of grin that one gets when hiding a secret of sorts. Just as they reached the wine table, the butterfly was no longer white, but her whole body was a silver mercury liquid. Demonstrating what she had learned, she seeped into a puddle on the floor and disappeared by matching it. Seconds later across the very wine table (much to the disliking of the servants, albeit they were used to such), the female form
once more took place. After reforming, she stepped through the table to end by his side and once more gained color.
"Very nice." Truly his voice was pleased, however none too impressed, as this was the sort of thing he saw every day. It was another of his workings and teachings gone right and he was satisfied.
Taking up her glass from the devil's hands, the butterfly turned in time to get caught off gaurd as she was kissed deeply. Her attacker purred as she pulled back eyeing the white butterfly, then suddenly flitted off as another was spotted.
"Au revoir Mora." The white butterfly responded as she watched the red latex clad woman weave off into the crowd. Cheerful as usual and just as seductive, Mora flipped her answer with a few fingers. The white butterfly shook her head.
"What interesting friends we keep." Toasting the kissed, he shook his head.
"Yer jus' jealous because I promised 'er a test drive wit' t'is body an' nae ye Arion." She replied and finally tore her gaze from Mora.
"Touche." He was amused now, finding pleasure in the gaze the women shared a moment before parting their ways.
"Now," she smiled, "back tae w'e-"
"Aeislinn?" The voice was nearly frantic, frustrated considerably and not in the mood to find out he was wrong again. The name was what caused the white butterfly to turn and transparent eyes to fire a gaze at him.
"W'at are ye doin' 'ere an' w'at do ye want?" Her voice held nothing of compassion, much less any pleasantry at all.
"Aeislinn, we lost the crew and the boy got away. Hey!" He was objecting to the way she had grabbed him and was dragging him out in the courtyard... roughly.
"I donnae care iffin t'e damn 'ome base was on fire an' under attack, ye ne'er interrupt me w'en I'm at a party. Ye understan' t'at?" Before he could answer, his cheek was greeted with a swift backhand powerful enough to knock him near the concrete wall and nearly over.
"An' w'ere do ye get off tellin' me t'at ye couldnae catch a simple man in t'e building. I tol' ye to explode it w'en 'e got 'ome. W'ere's tha confusion in t'at?" The icy rivers were watching his every move as he tried to stand as smoothly as possible and hide the fact that he was cowering away towards the wall.
"He must have slipped out, there was nothing we could do. By the time we investigated the rubble, his body was nowhere to be found.. Ma'am." He was a strong, well built man, handsome in most respects and not normally a coward, but he wasn't used to those silver things that went bang and suddenly killed his workers. He was admittedly scared of the woman with the white-hot temper and at the same time intrigued and enthralled.
"I tol' ye nae underestimate Tareth." She sighs and turns towards the mansion in time to hear the scream that pierced the night. Her eyes widen and out of curiousity more than anything, she runs towards where everyone is looking. Nothing to see, yet no one was speaking.
Sliding over to Arion once more, she looks at his own bewildered face.
"Someone stole the Red Latex Mistress." The man whispered behind the two in effort to help.
"Mora?" Aeislinn could merely blink and scan the doors. Nothing, it was clear and normal as far as anyone could tell, but suddenly a chill took hold of her form.
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Butterflies and Latex (Solin)
Date: 10/24/1999 2:27 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
"Someone turn on s'me fans in 'ere eh? Yer gonna melt 'er suit tae 'er. It's deathly 'ot in 'ere." She swung around to face the not so friendly look the said woman was giving her.
"Come no' Mora.. donnae tell me yer upset?" She purred lightly, running a finger lightly across the woman's breastbone and let it lazily slip downwards. Translucent eyes peered at the other as she removed the butterfly mask from her neck and dropped it on a nearby table.
"Go ta hell ya bloody tart."
Completely ignoring the answer from the tied one in the chair, she looked from the red latex to the man across from them.
"Keep close eye on 'er nae? I'e got a bit o' business tae do..," looking back down, she pressed a kiss to the woman's lips, careful to avoid any biting that would ensue, "I wont ferget ye pussycat.. I'e just 'a'e a bigger fish tae fry."
With Mora out of the way, and a few more balls rolling, things were sure to turn her way now.
"'ere Kitty, kitty, kitty."
From: SoIin
"Someone turn on s'me fans in 'ere eh? Yer gonna melt 'er suit tae 'er. It's deathly 'ot in 'ere." She swung around to face the not so friendly look the said woman was giving her.
"Come no' Mora.. donnae tell me yer upset?" She purred lightly, running a finger lightly across the woman's breastbone and let it lazily slip downwards. Translucent eyes peered at the other as she removed the butterfly mask from her neck and dropped it on a nearby table.
"Go ta hell ya bloody tart."
Completely ignoring the answer from the tied one in the chair, she looked from the red latex to the man across from them.
"Keep close eye on 'er nae? I'e got a bit o' business tae do..," looking back down, she pressed a kiss to the woman's lips, careful to avoid any biting that would ensue, "I wont ferget ye pussycat.. I'e just 'a'e a bigger fish tae fry."
With Mora out of the way, and a few more balls rolling, things were sure to turn her way now.
"'ere Kitty, kitty, kitty."
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The Masked Marauder(Solin)
Date: 10/24/1999 2:33 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
The river was a snake of moonlight, twisting beneath her with the frenzy of a late worker, yet decidedly peaceful and calming at the same time. Ironic how it was that nature could work so busily yet offer so much comfort.
She was an ice statue, wrapped in a white leotard with her golden hair loose and free to dance with the hurriedness of the wind. She was frozen in time with translucent gaze far out into another world of hers. The stick in her hand which she had been sparring invisible foes with rested neatly in front of her as if she were staking her claim upon the woods. She was the silent warrior.. proud and glorious with all her hard work, but as the waters
beneath her... she was troubled. Deeply disturbed and worried in ways that took a bit of the glow from her cheeks.. a bit of sparkle from the colorless iris'.
She had loved... she had lost.. and now she was lost in her own darkness. Slender fingers reached up her arm to grasp upon the silver band on her upper right arm. Shadows gathered tightly about her, then melted away leaving the log bridge empty of company.
"Aeislinn?" She spun around to face the wizard and stood as calmly as she had in the wind.
"Where have you been?" The cold voice from the afternoon's party had melted away leaving the wizard to look less menacing. The power remained however as he moved towards her with a curious look in his eyes.
"Practicing at t'e river as usual. Mora's disappearance t'is aft'noon took it's toll on me." Her voice was usual, lacking emotion or even infliction as if she were instead a robot not human. Her blank look was returned with a satisfied nod from him and he swiveled towards the doorway he had entered from.
"My bed is cold." The words were simple. She knew exactly what was being told of her. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and she was expected to cure that little statement of his. She didn't answer him aloud, just nodded to his back and propped her stick up against a nearby wall. It was a small price to pay for someone who had saved her life.. not one she enjoyed at all.. but a deal was a deal. Now, she had something to ponder instead of
staring off into space.. it was all starting to come together.
From: SoIin
The river was a snake of moonlight, twisting beneath her with the frenzy of a late worker, yet decidedly peaceful and calming at the same time. Ironic how it was that nature could work so busily yet offer so much comfort.
She was an ice statue, wrapped in a white leotard with her golden hair loose and free to dance with the hurriedness of the wind. She was frozen in time with translucent gaze far out into another world of hers. The stick in her hand which she had been sparring invisible foes with rested neatly in front of her as if she were staking her claim upon the woods. She was the silent warrior.. proud and glorious with all her hard work, but as the waters
beneath her... she was troubled. Deeply disturbed and worried in ways that took a bit of the glow from her cheeks.. a bit of sparkle from the colorless iris'.
She had loved... she had lost.. and now she was lost in her own darkness. Slender fingers reached up her arm to grasp upon the silver band on her upper right arm. Shadows gathered tightly about her, then melted away leaving the log bridge empty of company.
"Aeislinn?" She spun around to face the wizard and stood as calmly as she had in the wind.
"Where have you been?" The cold voice from the afternoon's party had melted away leaving the wizard to look less menacing. The power remained however as he moved towards her with a curious look in his eyes.
"Practicing at t'e river as usual. Mora's disappearance t'is aft'noon took it's toll on me." Her voice was usual, lacking emotion or even infliction as if she were instead a robot not human. Her blank look was returned with a satisfied nod from him and he swiveled towards the doorway he had entered from.
"My bed is cold." The words were simple. She knew exactly what was being told of her. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, and she was expected to cure that little statement of his. She didn't answer him aloud, just nodded to his back and propped her stick up against a nearby wall. It was a small price to pay for someone who had saved her life.. not one she enjoyed at all.. but a deal was a deal. Now, she had something to ponder instead of
staring off into space.. it was all starting to come together.
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Mazes
Date: 10/24/1999 6:10 PM Central Daylight Time
From: TarethThrn
This was quickly turning into a bad version of the Hardy Boys, though the detectives themselves would have been welcome into this situation in the moment. Tareth nearly felt he was being led on some chase with a bad end, a hamster in a maze with only one exit. Who was waiting at the end? Once he'd watched one of those demonstrations where the rat had only plopped down in the middle of the maze and slept. Smart rat.
Transportation was always a real problem for anyone that couldn't just snap their fingers and teleport everywhere. That's one of the only drawbacks of this realm, there isn't a car to steal on every street corner. So he lifted a carpet hovering low outside one of the local pubs. Keeping it near ground level, lest the owner suddenly decide to deactivate whatever spell maintains the levitation, he speeds through the streets at a speeds to plaster
his loose blonde back against his head. He'd always fancied himself able to drive anything with a wheel, and most things without... and with each fist full of tassle, he was able to indulge in proving himself right.
Mora's house sat atop a hill in the backcountry. It was a picturesque little manor, victorian, surrounded by spreading grounds of evergreens. He approached cautiously, the warning taken seriously as much as it was ignored. The stop was brief despite his jitters, he managed to find out through the maidservant that Mora hadn't come back from a party the night before last. This in itself was not unusual for Mora, she had been known to fall
temporarily in love with men and women and be missing for weeks at a time, but Tareth had to see exactly what was with this 'warning'.
After inquiring at the stables as to exactly where she'd been dropped, he gains a little more confidence in his mode of transport, and forgoes the roads for a more direct, over the treetop route. Still, once into more landscaped areas, he opts for the barely-high-enough-to-break-one's-neck distance from the ground.
He ponders as he flies, about his next course of action. Of course, we must find out about the house to which he's going, perhaps get blueprints if the owner should be less-than-hospitible about sharing his guest book. Most aren't, for the entire purpose of keeping such a log was to be able to brag as to which of the community's elite had dropped by.
He drifts to a halt outside the overgrown stone wall surrounding the grounds. Most high-bourn folks who could actually afford such a place rarely enjoyed peepers sneaking over their walls in broad daylight.
Climbing off the floating rug, he folds it over his shoulder and strides up to the front gate. Peering about, he watches for the usual human guards... only to be startled by a large granite paw clapping him on the opposite shoulder.
He stumbled back, not just from the weight of the attempt to get his attention, but from the appearance of the being who had done so. The stone golem stared from cold rocky eyes, and stood firm beside his partner... who slowly lumbered up to complete the blockade of the front enterance. Could such beings acutally comunicate?
" 'scuse me, who lives here?"
"For whom are you looking?" The voice was close enough to a rockslide to cause Tareth to wince, and need to clear his own throat.
"The lord of this house."
"The lord is not expecting you today."
"I don't want an audience, I just want to know who lives here!"
His outburst only granted him silence from the door wardens.
Muttering imprecations under his breath, and pondering the amount of each golem one of his particular explosions could blast to powder, he stalks across the street to the opposite manor, and inquires there.
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This was quickly turning into a bad version of the Hardy Boys, though the detectives themselves would have been welcome into this situation in the moment. Tareth nearly felt he was being led on some chase with a bad end, a hamster in a maze with only one exit. Who was waiting at the end? Once he'd watched one of those demonstrations where the rat had only plopped down in the middle of the maze and slept. Smart rat.
Transportation was always a real problem for anyone that couldn't just snap their fingers and teleport everywhere. That's one of the only drawbacks of this realm, there isn't a car to steal on every street corner. So he lifted a carpet hovering low outside one of the local pubs. Keeping it near ground level, lest the owner suddenly decide to deactivate whatever spell maintains the levitation, he speeds through the streets at a speeds to plaster
his loose blonde back against his head. He'd always fancied himself able to drive anything with a wheel, and most things without... and with each fist full of tassle, he was able to indulge in proving himself right.
Mora's house sat atop a hill in the backcountry. It was a picturesque little manor, victorian, surrounded by spreading grounds of evergreens. He approached cautiously, the warning taken seriously as much as it was ignored. The stop was brief despite his jitters, he managed to find out through the maidservant that Mora hadn't come back from a party the night before last. This in itself was not unusual for Mora, she had been known to fall
temporarily in love with men and women and be missing for weeks at a time, but Tareth had to see exactly what was with this 'warning'.
After inquiring at the stables as to exactly where she'd been dropped, he gains a little more confidence in his mode of transport, and forgoes the roads for a more direct, over the treetop route. Still, once into more landscaped areas, he opts for the barely-high-enough-to-break-one's-neck distance from the ground.
He ponders as he flies, about his next course of action. Of course, we must find out about the house to which he's going, perhaps get blueprints if the owner should be less-than-hospitible about sharing his guest book. Most aren't, for the entire purpose of keeping such a log was to be able to brag as to which of the community's elite had dropped by.
He drifts to a halt outside the overgrown stone wall surrounding the grounds. Most high-bourn folks who could actually afford such a place rarely enjoyed peepers sneaking over their walls in broad daylight.
Climbing off the floating rug, he folds it over his shoulder and strides up to the front gate. Peering about, he watches for the usual human guards... only to be startled by a large granite paw clapping him on the opposite shoulder.
He stumbled back, not just from the weight of the attempt to get his attention, but from the appearance of the being who had done so. The stone golem stared from cold rocky eyes, and stood firm beside his partner... who slowly lumbered up to complete the blockade of the front enterance. Could such beings acutally comunicate?
" 'scuse me, who lives here?"
"For whom are you looking?" The voice was close enough to a rockslide to cause Tareth to wince, and need to clear his own throat.
"The lord of this house."
"The lord is not expecting you today."
"I don't want an audience, I just want to know who lives here!"
His outburst only granted him silence from the door wardens.
Muttering imprecations under his breath, and pondering the amount of each golem one of his particular explosions could blast to powder, he stalks across the street to the opposite manor, and inquires there.
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Squid Woman? (Solin)
Date: 10/25/1999 7:29 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
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"Stop yer blubberin' t'is instant!" She was shouting now with her muscles more tense than a snake ready to strike.
Ethan's form was shaking like there was no tomorrow as he struggled to get his sentances together and form a complete thought.
"Ahlex. He was looking at the woman... thing, and then he was no more. It was as if he had dissolved in thin air. No bones, no skin, no hair, no anything left."
She was pacing now, listening to the weasely little man with half interest, part horror, and part glee. She remembered now why she loved this man.
"An interestin' security system indeed. I must see t'is fer m'self."
Ethan's head was shaking horribly in the negative and stopped abruptly as she snapped at him.
"Oh come offa it. It's nae 'is sister, 'e obviously dun 'a'e one. If it was 'is sister, t'en she wouldn't 'a'e tentacles as ye so eloquently put it. 'e is nae a squid or ana part o' the animal species. 'e's a mere mortal, t'erefor w'at ye saw was jus' a contraption from t'e brain o' our lovely Mr. Tareth. Genius."
She was grinning that sly grin that made her almost look humanly soft, "So t'e sister ploy was jus' somethin' tae t'row people off.. I wonder w'at 'e's got cookin' now. Eh well, either way it means that that guy and his butler were not real informants.. they were trying to get me killed. Eh well, where ever he took off to, good riddance."
A slender finger tapped against her lips as she thought, transclucent gaze stared into space for a moment before snapping back to Ethan.
"Follow him." The instructions were simple. Yes, the 'sister security system' had managed to eat the smarter of the two, but he could understand that order quite precisely.
Date: 10/25/1999 7:29 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
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"Stop yer blubberin' t'is instant!" She was shouting now with her muscles more tense than a snake ready to strike.
Ethan's form was shaking like there was no tomorrow as he struggled to get his sentances together and form a complete thought.
"Ahlex. He was looking at the woman... thing, and then he was no more. It was as if he had dissolved in thin air. No bones, no skin, no hair, no anything left."
She was pacing now, listening to the weasely little man with half interest, part horror, and part glee. She remembered now why she loved this man.
"An interestin' security system indeed. I must see t'is fer m'self."
Ethan's head was shaking horribly in the negative and stopped abruptly as she snapped at him.
"Oh come offa it. It's nae 'is sister, 'e obviously dun 'a'e one. If it was 'is sister, t'en she wouldn't 'a'e tentacles as ye so eloquently put it. 'e is nae a squid or ana part o' the animal species. 'e's a mere mortal, t'erefor w'at ye saw was jus' a contraption from t'e brain o' our lovely Mr. Tareth. Genius."
She was grinning that sly grin that made her almost look humanly soft, "So t'e sister ploy was jus' somethin' tae t'row people off.. I wonder w'at 'e's got cookin' now. Eh well, either way it means that that guy and his butler were not real informants.. they were trying to get me killed. Eh well, where ever he took off to, good riddance."
A slender finger tapped against her lips as she thought, transclucent gaze stared into space for a moment before snapping back to Ethan.
"Follow him." The instructions were simple. Yes, the 'sister security system' had managed to eat the smarter of the two, but he could understand that order quite precisely.
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Anotheronebitesthedust.. (Caedia)
Date: 10/25/1999 10:52 PM Central Daylight Time
From: CaediaThrn
The men were curious now, they had seen the tall man and the target walking in the woods, they couldn't trail close enough to actually catch the conversation, but they knew something was up. When the blonde fell faint in the taller man's arms and he rushed her to the house they knew it was something exciting. Well.. at least out of the ordinary. Something was wrong with the woman, Aeislinn would be pleased to hear of
this.
When the man and woman left carrying two bundles they bade their time then quickly strode in.. their faces registered shock.
"What, in the hell, happened here?"
Blood splattered the floor near the bundle of blankets and the woman.
"Somethin' aint right here Ahlex." The bigger of the men nodded towards him his gruff face taking a thumping by his first finger as he tried to figure it out himself.
"She ain't movin' Ahlex.. I don't see any breath on her eitha'." Ahlex was now getting a bit impatient at the talking.
"Shut yer trap Ethan, 'm trying ta think." However, Ethan's eyes widen at an alarming rate and even the burly man couldn't hold back his curiousity. "What is it?" He began moving towards the girl's legs were his partner was and even his eyes widened a bit.
"Tentacles?" Ahlex would have backhanded the other for his ignorance had he not been trying to put it all together in his head.. two cords.. that meant.... two babies. Those were the two bundles the other two were carrying. No one had said anything about the woman being pregnant. In fact, last he heard, she was a tight body suit wearer so her being pregnant hadn't even been considered. Now she died during child birth?
"This doesn't make any sense Ethan." The other nodded, still horrified in his sci-fi world where the woman wasn't a woman, but part squid. He was still staring at the strange sight when Ahlex moved towards the woman's head.
Ethan looked up in time to see Ahlex jump as the woman's hand contacted his belly. It wasn't until the mortified scream of his bigger partner that he took any alarm and focused on the fact that his partner seemed to be shrinking in front of his very eyes.
"Ahlex??!" The beady eyes of the smaller man widened further as his partner didn't respond, but instead did simply evaporate at an alarming rate until nothing was left but his outfit.. the shirt still dangling in the woman's fingers. Screaming himself, he turned and ran out of the cabin leaving the door wide open and the still silent and listless woman behind.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
From: CaediaThrn
The men were curious now, they had seen the tall man and the target walking in the woods, they couldn't trail close enough to actually catch the conversation, but they knew something was up. When the blonde fell faint in the taller man's arms and he rushed her to the house they knew it was something exciting. Well.. at least out of the ordinary. Something was wrong with the woman, Aeislinn would be pleased to hear of
this.
When the man and woman left carrying two bundles they bade their time then quickly strode in.. their faces registered shock.
"What, in the hell, happened here?"
Blood splattered the floor near the bundle of blankets and the woman.
"Somethin' aint right here Ahlex." The bigger of the men nodded towards him his gruff face taking a thumping by his first finger as he tried to figure it out himself.
"She ain't movin' Ahlex.. I don't see any breath on her eitha'." Ahlex was now getting a bit impatient at the talking.
"Shut yer trap Ethan, 'm trying ta think." However, Ethan's eyes widen at an alarming rate and even the burly man couldn't hold back his curiousity. "What is it?" He began moving towards the girl's legs were his partner was and even his eyes widened a bit.
"Tentacles?" Ahlex would have backhanded the other for his ignorance had he not been trying to put it all together in his head.. two cords.. that meant.... two babies. Those were the two bundles the other two were carrying. No one had said anything about the woman being pregnant. In fact, last he heard, she was a tight body suit wearer so her being pregnant hadn't even been considered. Now she died during child birth?
"This doesn't make any sense Ethan." The other nodded, still horrified in his sci-fi world where the woman wasn't a woman, but part squid. He was still staring at the strange sight when Ahlex moved towards the woman's head.
Ethan looked up in time to see Ahlex jump as the woman's hand contacted his belly. It wasn't until the mortified scream of his bigger partner that he took any alarm and focused on the fact that his partner seemed to be shrinking in front of his very eyes.
"Ahlex??!" The beady eyes of the smaller man widened further as his partner didn't respond, but instead did simply evaporate at an alarming rate until nothing was left but his outfit.. the shirt still dangling in the woman's fingers. Screaming himself, he turned and ran out of the cabin leaving the door wide open and the still silent and listless woman behind.
~Caedia~
Never take away everything a person has..
cause when a person has nothing to lose,
that's when they're most dangerous.
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Sanity's best. (Solin)
Date: 12/8/1999 7:20 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
The trail stopped here.. at the clearing upon a large rock and the sound of rushing water could be heard off to the right. It wasn't really a trail, if you tried to dig through the dirt you'd only encounter about 3 inches of it. The grass was magic, the trees.. fake, and the water... well that would be explained in a minute.
The whole room was yet another wondrous creation of Brice Arion, the one who was vain beyond repair and was easily manipulated into showing off. That is, if you know how to manipulate him carefully. The little "turn yourself into a mouse" trick to try and kill the foe wouldn't work on him.. he had brains too, surprisingly enough. However, he had created this world for Aeislinn with little objections and thankfully, little questions.
The castle had six floors so it wasn't hard to see how she could have a three story drop for a water fall. The room itself must have taken up a whole courtyard as it gave plenty of room for her pond in the middle and the cliff on the outside. After the drop off from the water fall, there was a pool.. pond at the bottom that was clear enough and the water deep enough that you could almost believe that you weren't in a castle.. but really lost
somewhere in the woods. Then again, there was the effect of how the water got back up to the top of the water fall which tended to throw off the whole realistic quality of the setup. The water in the bottom pool was deep enough to dive in, but only reached a certain level. The water had eroded a faint water line which could be seen past the water that seemed to rush downwards on the wall itself; however; closer inspection (especially in the areas
where the rock had imperfections) one could tell that the water in fact, was running upwards. Other than that, it was relatively believeable for any entering.
So was the fact for the clear eyed one who now stood peeling the black latex outfit off. Her golden hair had been let down completely, the tips falling to the mid of her back and framing her face with such an angelic touch that for a moment, she seemed as if she could be beautiful. Her face was soft, transparent eyes lost that icy river of hardness, and even her demeanor had relaxed into a simple gentle sway without the hard commanding ease with
which she normally walked in view of everyone.
That moment passed quickly though as a voice snuck up just as the undressed woman was dipping her legs into the rushing water and moving towards the edge of the water fall, back to the hard diamond that lacked luster.
"Psst, psst, psst... water woman.. What are you doing?" The little puffball was a nuisance really, but extremely helpful.. so much so that he was allowed to live as long as he had.
"Nae one is allowed in t'is room sa'e fer me Tintal, an' ye know it. Na' go away." Hard as nails the voice was that flowed smoother than the warm water around her ankles, and with that said, she jumped and soared through the air into the waiting water below. Resurfacing with a sigh of relief, she smoothed her hair back and sucked enough air in so that she could float on her back. That air was let loose impatiently when fly boy was found hovering
over her.
"W'at?? W'at do ye want?"
Tintal, who looked vaguely like a mixture between a Furby, a bat, and a really ugly koosh ball, grinned twistedly and landed on the water neatly.
"Me, you, glub glub, talk much.. ha!" Ugly black eyes stared vacantly into the returning transparents and he grinned wider, showing teeth.
"T'ere will be nae glubbing I jus' ate, an' waddya wan' tae talk about eh?"
"Ugly man. Want to know.. where we go? What we do?"
That only prompted her to scrunch up her brow and go back to floating on her back and thoughtfully stare at the simulated clear sky above. Outside it was truly the darkest of darks as it was the middle of night, but here it was the purest of heavens. Hers at least.
"Tintal, you should stop discriminating and hate everyone equally." She gave up the accent.. it was obvious the little one was here out of his own curiosity and not on an errand for wizard man. Brice would *not* be happy to know that Tintal was floating around anywhere calming.. the servant was on particular terms and telling the impatient old one was a mistake and a half. Brice might have brains, but he had issues first, and no matter what he
needed done, he was *never* lenient or merciful to those who had sentances to work out.
Tintal had this unique quality that allowed him to record things he had heard or seen and play it back to someone else.. much like R2D2 had in a time much later than Aeislinn would ever live to see. With Tintal's staying here so long, he obviously wasn't here to record anything otherwise trouble would persue. As hideous as the creature might have been, he still had a heart and Aeislinn was the only one who was really ever decent to him.. and with
that, he was also the only one who (besides Brice obviously) had ever heard anything but her usual accent.
"I don't know what I'm going to do. I hate him, but I still ... " she peeked up from the water at that.. even though he was the closest thing he had to a confidant, she wasn't going to go that far. It took her forever to admit to the action in the first place, much less state it aloud. Hell, she hadn't even told Tareth herself how she felt. Not really.. not in those precise words.. you know, the unmistakable three words of doom.
"I don't know Tintal, I really don't," she had softened again.. though not as much as before, "I'm just going to play it by ear. I don't want to really kill the guy.. just affect him."
"No kill kill?" The fuzzball tilted his head.. still streaming alongside her in the water with those weird feet of his.
She shrugged then, contemplating a moment before slipping under the water and swimming until her lungs felt as they were to burst.
"Maybe. I'll just drive him to do it himself." The grin she wore was positively satanic, the room might have that calming effect, seducing her into the warmth of her old ways.. but the blood in her veins was icy enough that she didn't totally lose herself. Besides, in other rooms she was back to the uncaring undaunted woman who had seen too much, killed too many, and knew more than she should. That type of knowledge was enough to drive even the
sanest over the edge and she was barely hanging on.
From: SoIin
The trail stopped here.. at the clearing upon a large rock and the sound of rushing water could be heard off to the right. It wasn't really a trail, if you tried to dig through the dirt you'd only encounter about 3 inches of it. The grass was magic, the trees.. fake, and the water... well that would be explained in a minute.
The whole room was yet another wondrous creation of Brice Arion, the one who was vain beyond repair and was easily manipulated into showing off. That is, if you know how to manipulate him carefully. The little "turn yourself into a mouse" trick to try and kill the foe wouldn't work on him.. he had brains too, surprisingly enough. However, he had created this world for Aeislinn with little objections and thankfully, little questions.
The castle had six floors so it wasn't hard to see how she could have a three story drop for a water fall. The room itself must have taken up a whole courtyard as it gave plenty of room for her pond in the middle and the cliff on the outside. After the drop off from the water fall, there was a pool.. pond at the bottom that was clear enough and the water deep enough that you could almost believe that you weren't in a castle.. but really lost
somewhere in the woods. Then again, there was the effect of how the water got back up to the top of the water fall which tended to throw off the whole realistic quality of the setup. The water in the bottom pool was deep enough to dive in, but only reached a certain level. The water had eroded a faint water line which could be seen past the water that seemed to rush downwards on the wall itself; however; closer inspection (especially in the areas
where the rock had imperfections) one could tell that the water in fact, was running upwards. Other than that, it was relatively believeable for any entering.
So was the fact for the clear eyed one who now stood peeling the black latex outfit off. Her golden hair had been let down completely, the tips falling to the mid of her back and framing her face with such an angelic touch that for a moment, she seemed as if she could be beautiful. Her face was soft, transparent eyes lost that icy river of hardness, and even her demeanor had relaxed into a simple gentle sway without the hard commanding ease with
which she normally walked in view of everyone.
That moment passed quickly though as a voice snuck up just as the undressed woman was dipping her legs into the rushing water and moving towards the edge of the water fall, back to the hard diamond that lacked luster.
"Psst, psst, psst... water woman.. What are you doing?" The little puffball was a nuisance really, but extremely helpful.. so much so that he was allowed to live as long as he had.
"Nae one is allowed in t'is room sa'e fer me Tintal, an' ye know it. Na' go away." Hard as nails the voice was that flowed smoother than the warm water around her ankles, and with that said, she jumped and soared through the air into the waiting water below. Resurfacing with a sigh of relief, she smoothed her hair back and sucked enough air in so that she could float on her back. That air was let loose impatiently when fly boy was found hovering
over her.
"W'at?? W'at do ye want?"
Tintal, who looked vaguely like a mixture between a Furby, a bat, and a really ugly koosh ball, grinned twistedly and landed on the water neatly.
"Me, you, glub glub, talk much.. ha!" Ugly black eyes stared vacantly into the returning transparents and he grinned wider, showing teeth.
"T'ere will be nae glubbing I jus' ate, an' waddya wan' tae talk about eh?"
"Ugly man. Want to know.. where we go? What we do?"
That only prompted her to scrunch up her brow and go back to floating on her back and thoughtfully stare at the simulated clear sky above. Outside it was truly the darkest of darks as it was the middle of night, but here it was the purest of heavens. Hers at least.
"Tintal, you should stop discriminating and hate everyone equally." She gave up the accent.. it was obvious the little one was here out of his own curiosity and not on an errand for wizard man. Brice would *not* be happy to know that Tintal was floating around anywhere calming.. the servant was on particular terms and telling the impatient old one was a mistake and a half. Brice might have brains, but he had issues first, and no matter what he
needed done, he was *never* lenient or merciful to those who had sentances to work out.
Tintal had this unique quality that allowed him to record things he had heard or seen and play it back to someone else.. much like R2D2 had in a time much later than Aeislinn would ever live to see. With Tintal's staying here so long, he obviously wasn't here to record anything otherwise trouble would persue. As hideous as the creature might have been, he still had a heart and Aeislinn was the only one who was really ever decent to him.. and with
that, he was also the only one who (besides Brice obviously) had ever heard anything but her usual accent.
"I don't know what I'm going to do. I hate him, but I still ... " she peeked up from the water at that.. even though he was the closest thing he had to a confidant, she wasn't going to go that far. It took her forever to admit to the action in the first place, much less state it aloud. Hell, she hadn't even told Tareth herself how she felt. Not really.. not in those precise words.. you know, the unmistakable three words of doom.
"I don't know Tintal, I really don't," she had softened again.. though not as much as before, "I'm just going to play it by ear. I don't want to really kill the guy.. just affect him."
"No kill kill?" The fuzzball tilted his head.. still streaming alongside her in the water with those weird feet of his.
She shrugged then, contemplating a moment before slipping under the water and swimming until her lungs felt as they were to burst.
"Maybe. I'll just drive him to do it himself." The grin she wore was positively satanic, the room might have that calming effect, seducing her into the warmth of her old ways.. but the blood in her veins was icy enough that she didn't totally lose herself. Besides, in other rooms she was back to the uncaring undaunted woman who had seen too much, killed too many, and knew more than she should. That type of knowledge was enough to drive even the
sanest over the edge and she was barely hanging on.
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Re: Sanity's best. (Solin)
Date: 12/9/1999 11:36 AM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
Old tricks were the best tricks.. after all, who'd steal the bunny from their own magic hat?
"I don't want rest until she's found! Is that understood?" If that wasn't understood, his tone of voice sure would have been. You either do as that voice said, or burn in the sheer hostility of it, and if the crystal ball had been a telephone in those days, you can bet the person on the other end had received an earful with the "slamming" down of the connection.
Aeislinn was standing patiently behind the robed one, her face as stolid as the statues in the garden. The black eyes swiveled to face her, accusing for a moment, then dropping into strange relief.
"Nothing yet. Strange, and for what reason? Who would want Mora?"
"An' why would ye want 'er found Arion?" Her tone was dangerously teasing, skittering the lion with a steak then zipping it away one might say. That earned her a reproachful look, one to which she only grinned a smirk to.
"That's my business, and mine alone." He snapped back as he turned back to the myriad of crystals and other such knickknacks on the table nearest him. Even with what his eyes hid, the ashamed undertone of those words could help but seep in and sauté the true reasonings. It was as obvious as the black spandex in which the blonde headed one usually wore and told many a tales. Apparently Mora had done something and Brice, in debt, now owed her a
'rescue'. Interesting. Yet another twist in the story of many.
"Well t'en, I suppose I s'all take m'crew out t'en an' begin tae look m'self?" It was actually more of her statement, she planned to leave no matter what the old wizard had to say, but this way it looked as though he himself had granted her. That was always how she worked, never at fault and lead the others to believe that they were the ones who caused actions. The old one merely nodded his head yet never looked back. If he had noticed the
strange behavior of the old assassin behind him in the last few days, he was too caught up in his own worries and world to really contemplate it.
As she turned to leave her right hand was busy twisting the ring that Brice had taught her to use, she had her plans all right on where she was going to start her search. Search all right, but not for the person the wizard was looking for.. nope. He didn't even realize that she was still on the old hunt for the mouse anymore, otherwise he might have thrown a fit.
The time had come to bug another hen. This one laid golden eggs.
From: SoIin
Old tricks were the best tricks.. after all, who'd steal the bunny from their own magic hat?
"I don't want rest until she's found! Is that understood?" If that wasn't understood, his tone of voice sure would have been. You either do as that voice said, or burn in the sheer hostility of it, and if the crystal ball had been a telephone in those days, you can bet the person on the other end had received an earful with the "slamming" down of the connection.
Aeislinn was standing patiently behind the robed one, her face as stolid as the statues in the garden. The black eyes swiveled to face her, accusing for a moment, then dropping into strange relief.
"Nothing yet. Strange, and for what reason? Who would want Mora?"
"An' why would ye want 'er found Arion?" Her tone was dangerously teasing, skittering the lion with a steak then zipping it away one might say. That earned her a reproachful look, one to which she only grinned a smirk to.
"That's my business, and mine alone." He snapped back as he turned back to the myriad of crystals and other such knickknacks on the table nearest him. Even with what his eyes hid, the ashamed undertone of those words could help but seep in and sauté the true reasonings. It was as obvious as the black spandex in which the blonde headed one usually wore and told many a tales. Apparently Mora had done something and Brice, in debt, now owed her a
'rescue'. Interesting. Yet another twist in the story of many.
"Well t'en, I suppose I s'all take m'crew out t'en an' begin tae look m'self?" It was actually more of her statement, she planned to leave no matter what the old wizard had to say, but this way it looked as though he himself had granted her. That was always how she worked, never at fault and lead the others to believe that they were the ones who caused actions. The old one merely nodded his head yet never looked back. If he had noticed the
strange behavior of the old assassin behind him in the last few days, he was too caught up in his own worries and world to really contemplate it.
As she turned to leave her right hand was busy twisting the ring that Brice had taught her to use, she had her plans all right on where she was going to start her search. Search all right, but not for the person the wizard was looking for.. nope. He didn't even realize that she was still on the old hunt for the mouse anymore, otherwise he might have thrown a fit.
The time had come to bug another hen. This one laid golden eggs.
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Re: Sanity's best. (Solin)
Date: 12/13/1999 10:01 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
She was pushing down the papers in the trash container and breathed deep as the aroma of carrot greens drifted up anew. The smell of stew was still bubbling in the kitchen followed by the soft sounds of laughter by her other siblings and the playful reprimanding of her mother's voice.
A slight chill rippled up her spine as she took one last deep breath of the peelings that flavored the air like a comforting blanket. She remembered when she was that carefree, when transparents were really violet, a beautiful blush of purple and blue together that formed a curious intelligent look full of hope, and she remembered the light feeling. Unfortunately that memory didn't matter anymore. She was the business side of the family now, part
of the silent family who was humorous at times, but lacked much of the emotion and freedom that the other's didn't. Somehow, their mother still loved their dad even as he was.. and she would learn that love. She would learn that need and want that kept her parents together.. she had found her love.
That love flashed before her eyes.. the way his stubble was always dusting his chin. The quietness of him, the passion so hidden deep inside, the way his eyes always shifted deeply around to his surroundings to make sure he wasn't in any danger. She adored the way he always wore the over big hats, the huge coats, and the way just like her, he would change his accents like one normally does undergarments. Just as the feeling had set in, just as her
stomach had gotten that familiar flutter and emotions had returned, his face flashed before her eyes again.. the thoughtful eyes that had been trapped within Dark Tyme's lab.. in her face with the terror embedded. The last time she had seen the real Tareth.
The last of the dream faded as she awoke covered in sweat. His face still lingered like a mist, staring at her with those eyes, so deep and empty in the same. Shoving aside the blankets, she swung her legs out and onto the floor. Up and gathering her robe around her waist tight, she stepped into the hall and banged on the door opposite hers.
"Get up Ethan, we're leaving early." She was still shaking as she stepped into her own room again to gather clothes. It was a simple outfit really, simple in the way that it left nothing much to the imagination. Black shiny latex now surrounded her muscles tightly, holding tight to curves and accentuating the lean form she strove to keep up and had done wonderfully at. The pantsuit was tucked neatly into matching snap up boots which also matched
the snap up front that she had left enticingly unbuttoned to just below her navel. It left enough to garner attention and attraction, but still left much to the imagination.. just a jump start her mother would have said... but her mother wasn't here... was she?
Swiveling to the full length mirror on the back of her door she made a few minor adjustments, grateful now that the scars left from Darke's "hysterectomy" was safe below her navel and hidden by the dark material. As she prompted her hair into a french twist (abnormal to her usual tight bun), she almost smiled at the reflection.
"So this is why people wear these outfits all the time. Confidence booster indeed." She sighed at her twin mouthing her words, then tugged her bangs out carefully to frame her face. There, perfect. One last step, a small moonstone choker was placed on her slender neck and she spun around to her doorway. In passing of a chair so near the doorway, she absently picked up her white whip and tucked it into a stray belt loop before exiting into the
semi dark hallway.
She had begun to rap on the doorway next to hers when it opened suddenly, startling her only a moment before she regained her calm.
"Mornin' Talen. Ana bets on if'n Ethan's ready?" She snorted as she turned, not even waiting to see the reaction of the man who had decided on all black as well. She could feel the heat on her back as he followed her to Ethan's door, his returning snort his only answer. Sure enough, it took them another fifteen minutes before Ethan was ready and out the door.
From: SoIin
She was pushing down the papers in the trash container and breathed deep as the aroma of carrot greens drifted up anew. The smell of stew was still bubbling in the kitchen followed by the soft sounds of laughter by her other siblings and the playful reprimanding of her mother's voice.
A slight chill rippled up her spine as she took one last deep breath of the peelings that flavored the air like a comforting blanket. She remembered when she was that carefree, when transparents were really violet, a beautiful blush of purple and blue together that formed a curious intelligent look full of hope, and she remembered the light feeling. Unfortunately that memory didn't matter anymore. She was the business side of the family now, part
of the silent family who was humorous at times, but lacked much of the emotion and freedom that the other's didn't. Somehow, their mother still loved their dad even as he was.. and she would learn that love. She would learn that need and want that kept her parents together.. she had found her love.
That love flashed before her eyes.. the way his stubble was always dusting his chin. The quietness of him, the passion so hidden deep inside, the way his eyes always shifted deeply around to his surroundings to make sure he wasn't in any danger. She adored the way he always wore the over big hats, the huge coats, and the way just like her, he would change his accents like one normally does undergarments. Just as the feeling had set in, just as her
stomach had gotten that familiar flutter and emotions had returned, his face flashed before her eyes again.. the thoughtful eyes that had been trapped within Dark Tyme's lab.. in her face with the terror embedded. The last time she had seen the real Tareth.
The last of the dream faded as she awoke covered in sweat. His face still lingered like a mist, staring at her with those eyes, so deep and empty in the same. Shoving aside the blankets, she swung her legs out and onto the floor. Up and gathering her robe around her waist tight, she stepped into the hall and banged on the door opposite hers.
"Get up Ethan, we're leaving early." She was still shaking as she stepped into her own room again to gather clothes. It was a simple outfit really, simple in the way that it left nothing much to the imagination. Black shiny latex now surrounded her muscles tightly, holding tight to curves and accentuating the lean form she strove to keep up and had done wonderfully at. The pantsuit was tucked neatly into matching snap up boots which also matched
the snap up front that she had left enticingly unbuttoned to just below her navel. It left enough to garner attention and attraction, but still left much to the imagination.. just a jump start her mother would have said... but her mother wasn't here... was she?
Swiveling to the full length mirror on the back of her door she made a few minor adjustments, grateful now that the scars left from Darke's "hysterectomy" was safe below her navel and hidden by the dark material. As she prompted her hair into a french twist (abnormal to her usual tight bun), she almost smiled at the reflection.
"So this is why people wear these outfits all the time. Confidence booster indeed." She sighed at her twin mouthing her words, then tugged her bangs out carefully to frame her face. There, perfect. One last step, a small moonstone choker was placed on her slender neck and she spun around to her doorway. In passing of a chair so near the doorway, she absently picked up her white whip and tucked it into a stray belt loop before exiting into the
semi dark hallway.
She had begun to rap on the doorway next to hers when it opened suddenly, startling her only a moment before she regained her calm.
"Mornin' Talen. Ana bets on if'n Ethan's ready?" She snorted as she turned, not even waiting to see the reaction of the man who had decided on all black as well. She could feel the heat on her back as he followed her to Ethan's door, his returning snort his only answer. Sure enough, it took them another fifteen minutes before Ethan was ready and out the door.
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Re: Sanity's best. (Solin)
Date: 12/13/1999 10:05 PM Central Daylight Time
From: SoIin
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"You're early." The grump was all she received from the slot in the doorway, barely enough to see the deadened black eyes much less any room behind it.
"I know. Ye gotta 'ot date waitin' in bed?" Her retort was just as cold and humorless as his displeasure had been.
"Maybe I do." but even as he was speaking he was shutting the small peephole window and unlocking a few of the locks.
"Who's the two scarecrows?" Ethan looked dumbly at the man as he entered and grinned, one would expect with that mentality he would have only one tooth and perhaps a sprig of hair, Ethan was an exception... he was dumb, but decent looking enough. (Proving you can't judge a book by it's cover.) Talen slid a look to the burly man that was lost as everyone was focusing on Ethan's bopping around, and Aeislinn merely crossed her arms over her chest as
she entered behind the boys.
"The Easter bunny and Santa," pointing to each in turn as she studied the dim room before her, "I've paid you already and I realize we're early but I've got other things to take care of today."
The strange mans face seemed to crinkle up in an amused snarl, "Lady, if you get out of his house alive with what I think you're expecting to do, then I'd be surprised. But, whatever.. money is money and a deal's a deal. Give me a second to put on my coat eh?"
The trip was quick and easy enough, he just took her to a portal really and waved her in.
"There you go. Down the road and to the left, you can't miss the huge house. And remember, you don't even remember what I look like understand?"
She had a feeling as she watched the nameless man go that he didn't really care if the man she was going to see knew he had directed her here.. it was just some, formality or something, but instead of mulling over it, she merely nodded and started off through the portal.
From: SoIin
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"You're early." The grump was all she received from the slot in the doorway, barely enough to see the deadened black eyes much less any room behind it.
"I know. Ye gotta 'ot date waitin' in bed?" Her retort was just as cold and humorless as his displeasure had been.
"Maybe I do." but even as he was speaking he was shutting the small peephole window and unlocking a few of the locks.
"Who's the two scarecrows?" Ethan looked dumbly at the man as he entered and grinned, one would expect with that mentality he would have only one tooth and perhaps a sprig of hair, Ethan was an exception... he was dumb, but decent looking enough. (Proving you can't judge a book by it's cover.) Talen slid a look to the burly man that was lost as everyone was focusing on Ethan's bopping around, and Aeislinn merely crossed her arms over her chest as
she entered behind the boys.
"The Easter bunny and Santa," pointing to each in turn as she studied the dim room before her, "I've paid you already and I realize we're early but I've got other things to take care of today."
The strange mans face seemed to crinkle up in an amused snarl, "Lady, if you get out of his house alive with what I think you're expecting to do, then I'd be surprised. But, whatever.. money is money and a deal's a deal. Give me a second to put on my coat eh?"
The trip was quick and easy enough, he just took her to a portal really and waved her in.
"There you go. Down the road and to the left, you can't miss the huge house. And remember, you don't even remember what I look like understand?"
She had a feeling as she watched the nameless man go that he didn't really care if the man she was going to see knew he had directed her here.. it was just some, formality or something, but instead of mulling over it, she merely nodded and started off through the portal.