Hunter
dæmian
Daemon:Rester. An ermine, if you hadn't noticed
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Jan 18, 2005 10:09:54 GMT -5
Post by Hunter on Jan 18, 2005 10:09:54 GMT -5
(CCO: Forgive me, please. I can't read what you put, so I looked at it just with a little glance. Let's say I was were you all were. If I put the place wrong, edit my message if you can, please) Claudia was walking throught that new city. It was raining, but she did't care, because Mekare, her gentelman daemon, was covering them with the umbrella. She was walking through a big street, when she saw a big crowd of people entering to a big garden. _Mekare, what's that_ she said, pointing to the gardens. The man-daemon looked into a guide he had in his pocket. _Those are the botanic gardens. Do you want to visit them? _No, but see. All that people...what may have happened? _I don't know. Let's go and ask. They followed those people. One told them that there had been a murder. They changed excitated looks and went closer to the place all people went. But suddenly Mekare whispered. _Look at your left. A group of teenagers were walking the other way, trying to get away from the crowd. _Mekare, should we go and have a look?_she asked softly. _Why not? They went out of the crowd, and the quieter they could, the followed the teenagers. Then, Claudia asked the nearest girl: _Are you all escaping from anyone? Do you need any help?
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Jan 18, 2005 17:17:31 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Jan 18, 2005 17:17:31 GMT -5
Standing and waiting didn't suit Julian. At first he eyed the people and their dæmons surrounding them, mentally analysing each one. He did a double-take when he saw a dæmon-less girl walk by - but no - he slowly relaxed: her dæmon was in the form of a man with wings. Weird, thought Julian distastefully. Eventually he grew bored of the crowd's dæmons and dug a packet of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket pocket. Shielding the little flame from the drizzling rain, he lit a cigarette, and couldn't help a smirk. He was smoking, but at least not with a group of big, bad preppie friends. Next to him Shay muttered something about wasting his money and burning out his lungs. Julian ignored her. It wasn't as though he smoked obsessively. He hadn't even been smoking for two months. In his opinion, he was not addicted. Yet. And anyway, he could quit any time he wanted to. "I'm cold," said Shay with a shiver. She glanced over her shoulder. "That squirrel-girl went down a street over there." Julian exhaled a thin stream of smoke. "Yeah. So?" Shay's whiskers twitched. "I want to get revenge on that stupid squirrel ..." He raised an eyebrow. "I wanna get revenge on that stupid nutcase, but I'm not as vindictive as my charming dæmon. Shay - look at that thing - the compass, I mean. I could get it. Easily." The sand cat dæmon turned to face him. "First off, you know I don't like it when you steal. It's wrong. I bet the compass is really important to that girl. Secondly, I can't believe you're just going to ignore every insult squirrel-girl hurled at you." Julian pondered his options, intrigued. He tilted his head, then said carefully around his cigarette, "Which way did she go?" Shay pointed with a paw. He took one last look at the golden compass, then turned. "Alright," he murmured. "Let's go. This uptown jerk's gonna teach her a lesson." It took them awhile to navigate down the street, following Fossil's exact trail. Julian hoped they weren't being followed; especially by the two teens with the dragon and fox dæmons. Playing the heroes. He scoffed quietly. He didn't want any interference this time. When the streets starting turning into a somewhat crowded, substandard part of town, Julian looked around in surprise. "Think she lives around here?" asked Shay at his side. "If she does, it'll probably be in something like that." He gestured towards a large, empty crate outside a dodgy looking shop, and snickered. "Not funny, Julian," Shay hissed. She, at least, didn't find poverty a joke. "Hey, you're the one out for her blood here --" "Look!" she said suddenly, cutting him short. "What?" He glanced around. Was that the girl, there? Her hands shifted. Julian caught a flash of something small and red-furred. Shay's tail curled with anxiousness. "Let's go!" "Not so fast," said Julian lazily. "Let's follow her first." With that said, he dropped his cigarette and crushed it under the toe of his shoe. He put his hands inside his jacket pocket and started walking in Fossil's direction. Shay hesitated, but a look from a gaunt, scruffy pitbull dæmon nearby seemed to stiffen her resolve. She scurried up to Julian and forced herself to match his steady pace. Julian always did like to take his time. (( OOC: Sorry if I at all altered the setting you were thinking, Larr. >< But I gotta go soon and figured I'd post now, or else be lost in another page of posting by the time I get back. And as for the alethiometer, Julian won't quickly forget it. Yeeeah, expect him to try and steal at least something so long as he's around. XD Pocket just reminded me of the meaning of his name, Pandareos. A thief! How fitting, ne? ))
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Ditto
dæmian
Ceiday- 12/20/04
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Jan 18, 2005 17:42:04 GMT -5
Post by Ditto on Jan 18, 2005 17:42:04 GMT -5
Soon, the crowd of human's and their daemons began to get smaller, most going back to their daily routine rather then stick around the garden. Lindy got up from behind the bush, almost stumbling in the process.
Her caracal daemon looked around with a bored expression on his face. Strange. A girl seemed to have no daemon by her side. He looked at her again and concluded that the man with her must of been her daemon. He cocked his head to one side. Why would a daemon take on the form of a human?
Lindy looked down at her daemon, curious as to what he was pondering about."What is it, Beauet?" He blinked and looked up at her"Oh, nothing, Lindy." he gave her a caracal smile"Let's say we just find some where to get out of this never ending storm?"
Lindy smiled and nodded"Good idea..." She walked out of the garden and looked around for some store that was open but, she wasn't having much luck. While she was on her never ending quest to find an open shop. She ran into a boy with a sand cat daemon from behind.
"I-i'm sorry!" She quickly apolagize"I wasn't looking where I was going!" I always told you to look where your going... Beauet chided her. Lindy scowled at her daemon. I don't need one of your lecture's right now.
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Jan 18, 2005 18:14:19 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Jan 18, 2005 18:14:19 GMT -5
Julian turned sharply on his heel to confront the girl who'd run into him. Shay turned as well, a hiss stiffening her whiskers but dying in her throat when she saw the girl's caracal dæmon. " I-i'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" "That," he growled, "is obvious." People seemed to like running into him today. That was also why his fight with Fossil had started, and he wasn't keen on getting into another. He eyed the caracal warily. It was too big for his liking. Julian knew at his word Shay would attack without a second thought. But the girl's apology seemed genuine ... 'Accept her apology,' Shay pleaded with him through thought-speak, 'just accept her apology ... Don't get into anything ...' "Apology accepted," Julian muttered finally. "Watch where you're going, kid." He looked away, trying to spot Fossil again. Damn - he'd lost her. Or was that her - there? Julian gritted his teeth impatiently. He'd been distracted from his task for too long. Hopefully Fossil would resurface at any moment. (( OOC: Remember, in my posts: "---" is speaking aloud, but '---' is thoughts, meant only for Julian and Shay to hear. ))
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Zen
dæmian
changeling + magpie
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Jan 18, 2005 18:16:41 GMT -5
Post by Zen on Jan 18, 2005 18:16:41 GMT -5
((OOC: late. Very, very, VERY late. But hopefully I can jump in. If that's not violating rules or anything.))
Senna held on to the rail of the ship as the storm raged about her. It wasn't like her to cling - she'd danced over the rails of the Ha'penny Bridge often enough, the Liffey roaring madly underneath her - but this was on the open sea.
'Land!' came the voice of a sailor, and sure enough, Senna could see it through the pouring rain.
'Seralis! Senna cried, as a particularly violent gust of wind rocked the boat even more. 'Come down!'
A seagull shape appeared out of the dark. It caused hearts to quicken, for it was a dæmon - although no human was in sight.
The seagull swooped down and landed in Senna's arms, where it changed to a cat. Senna clung tightly to her dæmon and ran across the deck as another wind buffeted their ship. They managed to make it into the galley and sat there, dripping, as thunder roared outside.
The cat changed to a starling. 'Can you believe that only a bit ago we were in Dublin?'
Senna shrugged. 'Not anymore. People wouldn't talk to us after the accident... Oxford will be safe. They won't know us.'
Seralis fluttered owl wings nonchalantly. 'We can make this life better. Look, the storm's calming a bit. Let's go back.'
Girl and starling opened the door and walked slowly across the slippery deck as a rainbow formed above.
((OOC: Yeah... o.o))
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Larr
rising dæmian
~ otter ~
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Jan 18, 2005 18:40:17 GMT -5
Post by Larr on Jan 18, 2005 18:40:17 GMT -5
This part of the sprawling city was perhaps the most tired and decayed. Most of the houses were run-down, sagging on their supports as if they could tumble in at any moment. There were few establishments set permanently, for robbery and violence were commonplace. During the day, the braver venders and marketers would come down, sell their goods, and pack out by the evening. The faces of the inhabitants were drawn and wary, suspicious of strangers and even more wary of friends. At least three gangs shared these streets as neutral ground, protecting it from outside threats and monitoring all goings-on inside. At one point, it used to be a war zone of two sides divided, but after the dragon was stirred, there was not blood spilled that wasn’t violently avenged. Not to say that the area was clean. It had plenty of drunken sods stuffed in the corners, leering figures that lurked in alleys and called out softly to passers-by. For someone truly from the upper class, it could be downright scary. Muggers preyed on foolish victims and the poverty was shared by all. Usually there was a heavy stink to the gutters, but with the light rain already fallen and the rain promising to come later that night, the smell was somewhat relieved. This was the world into which the girl with the colorful little squirrel daemon walked, moving with the complete confidence of one either oblivious to the danger or immune from it. Her daemon still kept a wary eye about, of course, but most folk ignored the strange white-haired nutter. She moved with a relaxation born of naïve gaiety, leaping into puddles and dashing with surprising energy here and there as she moved steadily through the streets. To watching eyes, she seemed almost drunk, a petite figure in scruffy, muddy clothes dashing here and there, staggering across the street to gawk into broken windows, and racing away from the hobos and their burning trash barrels with bright, merry laughter. She seemed to have forgotten that she’d drawn a knife on a boy earlier that day, too wrapped up in annoying her neighbors. Finally, she ducked into a forbidding alley and did not come out. Inside, she was enveloped by shadow, but it was a shadow she’d ceased to fear years ago. As she walked here, she spoke to her daemon, who now looked only ahead. “Mama’s supposed to work the double-shift tonight, Gavi, she wants me to clean out the house.” Her daemon twitched his ears politely, listening as she continued. “Poor Mama, she doesn’t even know about the milkman. It’s really a pity, the milk was always so prompt. I did so love it.” She sighed and stopped at last, ducking suddenly into a flap hanging from the soggy brick. The little room was not pretty, clean, or remotely nice. Rotten, battered furniture lined the walls, the stuffing coming out where rats had invaded. There was an old green rug thrown down on the concrete ground, but it was worn and now so covered in muck as to almost not seem green at all. A picture frame with a bit of broken glass hung on one wall, the only decoration. The picture from it was missing. Stairs to the immediate left led up to nowhere but emptiness, the shell of a building taken over by the girl, her mother, and the drunken father. There were many blankets lying about on the chairs and the sofa, and the only light came from the naphta lamps Fossil lit to bring a bit of warmth back. She kicked the rug aside, revealing a pit in the middle of the floor. She got a fire going and rubbed her arms against the invasive cold, tossing the rug out into the alley. Her daemon hopped from her shoulder and took up a vigil on a worn down mantel across from the flap into the alley, and Fossil started to fold the blankets and clean up the shards of several dishes left from the night before.
OOC: She’s hard to miss…short, but white hair, and yeah, for the longest time before she gets home she just meanders and stuff, so she’s not just going bee-line for home. And yes, it’s VERY dodgy where she lives, the nastier the better in your descriptions.
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Ditto
dæmian
Ceiday- 12/20/04
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Jan 18, 2005 18:47:51 GMT -5
Post by Ditto on Jan 18, 2005 18:47:51 GMT -5
That,is obvious." Lindy was about to open her mouth, but kept it shut. Something obviously had gotten him mad. It must've been the fight with the white haired girl.
"Apology accepted," "Watch where you're going, kid." Lindy frowned I'm NOT a kid!! she thought, angrily. She just gave him a smile, trying not to show that the 'kid' comment had angered her.
Beauet brushed his wet tail on Lindy's hand to get her attention and she looked down at him. What is it? the cat daemon looked at the boy. What do you think he's looking for? How should I know? Lindy replied Besides, it's none of our buisness. You nosey daemon
He shifted his gaze up to her But aren't you the least bit curious? True, she was a bit curious. She chewed on her bottom lip in thought. It would be more exciting to follow him then be in some old store. Then, she looked down at the Sand cat daemon. But she wouldn't want to get him or his daemon to get mad at her. She didn't want to get in a fight.
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Jan 18, 2005 19:03:44 GMT -5
Post by Okibi on Jan 18, 2005 19:03:44 GMT -5
((Again, forgive the lack of beautiful language. =P I have mid-terms this week and all...))
After a swift but thoughtful conversation with his dæmon, Tobias decided to approach the boy with the sand cat counterpart. He tried his hardest to make those dark blue eyes shine with Vulpes' sincerity instead of his own usual apathetic gleam as he walked up, but old habits died hard... Hopefully he would understand Tobias was genuine through his words, if the body language didn't express it.
"Look, kid, I heard you say that your mother..." He paused, trying to find the most appropriate term. "..is no longer with you. Are ya livin' with yer father? Do you need a place to stay?" Tobias knew this sounded completely insane coming from a stranger, so he clarified with, "I was at an orphanage for a time myself, and I know how brutal it can be on yer own.. But now I'm staying in this place across town with my friend, and..." His expression turned blank for a moment thanks to the memories reeling through his mind, and it took a tug on his jeans cuffs from Vulpes before he started up again. "Look, it's just a suggestion. I dun like the thought'a anyone going through what I did.
"And, uh... my dæmon didn't mean nothing by interfering with yer little fight. She just didn't wanna see anyone get hurt, ya know?" Vulpes arched a brow at her human - not liking having been mentioned. But Tobias' focus was on the aggressive teen before him.
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Jan 18, 2005 19:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Jan 18, 2005 19:14:36 GMT -5
For a moment Julian stared at Tobias, trying to figure him out. Was he serious? He seemed it. Julian glanced down at Shay, who dipped her head meaningfully.
'He's kind. Thank him.'
Julian paused, then muttered, "Thanks. But ... I'm fine. I'm living with my dad."
'That sounded good,' prompted Shay.
Julian's eyes darkened, his expression hardening. It was true: his mother was dead, and he lived with his father and twenty-one year old cousin Shannon. He didn't like it though. His father was a lawyer with a sly red fox dæmon who was expert at figuring out what Julian and Shay were up to. His dad seemed to have grown colder after the death, four years previously. At least, he'd never immersed himself so heavily in alcohol, nor hit Julian, before then. If he could catch him. The last time he'd spoken with his father he ended up dodging a considerable blow, only for Shay, who'd not been so swift, to be whacked by the red fox dæmon, leaving the two of them to share the pain of a stinging bruise for two days afterwards.
Julian shook his head. "I'm fine," he repeated. "Nice of you to offer, though ..."
Before Tobias could reply, Julian darted off, Shay weaving through the crowd expertly at his side. Friendliness made Julian suspicious these days.
(( OOC: Off to post in The Slums ... ))
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Ditto
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Jan 18, 2005 19:27:21 GMT -5
Post by Ditto on Jan 18, 2005 19:27:21 GMT -5
((Good luck on the mid-terms, Okibi!))
Lindy saw another boy coming towards them. He had a black fox daemon by his side.She listened to him talk to the boy with the sand cat daemon,trying to not to seem that she was listening in. It was a bit hard no to seem to be listening in when you were right where the conversation was taking place. So, she just tried as best she could to blend into the background.
Her daemon was trying as best he could to clean the water off of his soaked pelt. "I'm never going to get dry..." he mumbled a bit annoyed. I don't know why you could've just of gotten an umbrella before you left... he told his daemian-bond mentally.
Oh, stop complaning. The rain won't stop for a while so it's no use trying to clean all the water off if it'll just keep coming down. Her caracal daemon paused for a few moments, then stopped.
((Sorry for the shortness. I'm a bit rushed right now --))
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Jan 18, 2005 19:48:21 GMT -5
Post by Tyrannus et Callida on Jan 18, 2005 19:48:21 GMT -5
(OOC: Too fast! Too fast! Slow down please! I'll never be able to catch up if this keeps going on at this speed!)
After making sure the criminal was apprehended, Metrean, with no reward to show for it, except maybe the police overlooking 'assult with a deadly weapon', headed off away from the crowds.
There was a tension in the air; people were on edge.
To no one in particular, Metrean said, "Time for some fun."
He walked off, sword drawn, to make trouble.
(OOC: I'd like someone to develop my character a little bit until I return online. It doesn't matter who. I won't be online tomorrow.)
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Jan 18, 2005 19:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Kaye&Lanh on Jan 18, 2005 19:51:29 GMT -5
Katherine took out a small stick of something, whileshe waited for her dæmon to return. It was the witchfire in her soul that let them seperate, and they had had to take the 'test' allwitches take,even though she was not truely a witch herself. She looked up in the sky, and not seeing Aluben, she just stood, playing with the stick...
cloud pine....
True, she had to ask her 'mother' if one who was not truely witch could fly, but this would be her good luck charm for now. She then looked at teh others, and realisinghow odd it would seem to be with out a dæmon, she requested that Aluben make his way back, slowly though.. she wanted to see if any noticed
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Jan 18, 2005 22:37:11 GMT -5
Post by cock of teh walk on Jan 18, 2005 22:37:11 GMT -5
"Sweet jesus, D I feel like I blinked and days went by" Her daemon growled. she continued-"Seriously what the hells going on over here?" The girl rubbed her temple trying to sort out how so many people had showed up so fast and -a murder? Something about a compass and a knife? She had only caught vague pieces of everyones conversation and the girl she had been talking to first was long gone. She took off her pink rabbit hat and crouched down,pulling a ciggy out of her pocket. After taking a few puffs she stood up and stubbed it out under her toe. "HEY! CAN SOMEBODY HERE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" She put her hands on her hips and stared around aggressively. Her daemon assumed a cocky in-your-face..face.
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Hunter
dæmian
Daemon:Rester. An ermine, if you hadn't noticed
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Jan 19, 2005 9:57:37 GMT -5
Post by Hunter on Jan 19, 2005 9:57:37 GMT -5
(CCO: who's my character supposed to be talking with? anyone of you? If you don't mind, I'll talk to...someone) Claudia realized that those teenagers had gone without replying, so she shared a look with Mekare. He just put his cloak corectly so it hid completely his black wings. _Still trying to look like a man to protect me?_Claudia asked. Mekare didn't reply. He simply avoided his human look, like a disturbed man. _Ok then. Look, there's a boy. The one with the black fox daemon. May we ask what's happened? Mekare looked at her and smiled. _Allways looking for trouble, don't you? _My love, I won't allways stay by the mansion window. _Ok then_ Mekare replied. He knew he could do nothing to stop Claudia's curiosity, so he wrapped her better with her jacket, and they both got closer to that boy. _Hello. Sorry if we interump you. Do you know what's happening? She showed her kinder and friendlier smile, while Mekare looked at the wolf-daemon as friendly.
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Jan 19, 2005 11:54:48 GMT -5
Post by Cat on Jan 19, 2005 11:54:48 GMT -5
(( OOC: >< The Slums is locked. I'll post here, then. Aaand ... long post again. ^^' ))
Only once Julian had immersed himself deeper into the crowd did he slow down. Shay was firmly at his side, trying her best not to lose her boy in this dodgy-looking crowd.
"You ran," she said pointedly. "You always run. Why?"
Tobias's words were still on both their minds. Julian looked down at the sand cat. "Look - I don't even know him for one thing. And he's got a fox dæmon. What does that tell you? Sneaky. Sly."
"Black fox," Shay corrected him.
"So, what - he's sly, but it doesn't look like he is? Come off it. He probably wasn't even serious." Julian lowered his gaze to the ground. He'd like a chance to escape his home, but he was simply too suspicious.
He was suddenly shouldered roughly to one side by a nasty-looking man with a scraggly hyena dæmon that snarled a warning at Shay. "Watch it!" the man spat.
"S-sorry," stammered Julian in return. He really wasn't liking this place at all. The man looked him up and down and Julian suddenly became conscious of the money in his pocket. 'What if this guy's a mugger or something?' he asked Shay nervously.
'Then you run, stupid!' she said hastily. Julian didn't need to be told twice. He bolted again. All his instincts were screaming at him to get out of this place. Fear was pressing in on him. How long could he remain inconspicuous in this scruffy lot? He was well-kept as a rule. "There!" shouted Shay suddenly. "That girl! She went into an alley - there!"
Julian veered around immediately, managing to smack into another person, this time a lean young woman who glared at him. This time he didn't even stop to apologize, just raced onwards until he found the alley Shay had pointed out. The suffocating silence and darkness of the alley was a blessed relief. Julian sighed. "I'm glad to be out of that."
'Use thought-speak now,' Shay warned him mentally. She tensed as something - a small rat or a large mouse, maybe - ran by them, then said, 'See that flap there?'
'Yeah.' He stopped and smirked. 'I see. It's a door. My God, what a rat-hole.'
Shay's anger bristled in the back of his mind. 'Yeah, well, maybe it is a rat-hole but she probably has a better home life than we do.'
Julian stared at her in confusion. 'What's got into you?' he asked. The answer hit him and he slowly grinned. 'Oh. You don't think it's right to pick a fight with a poor person.'
She winced at his bluntness. 'Whatever. Just go.'
Julian braced himself, then pushed past the flap and walked in, stopping to fold his arms across his chest and lean against the doorway. He quickly scanned the place, and was surprised - it was even worse than he'd expected. Spotting Fossil, he cleared his throat and said softly, "Nice - er - place you've got here." His eyes roved the small room, lingering on some of its less fine points, and he added with a smirk, "If you could even call it a place. Hovel would be more appropriate."
He straightened up a little, Shay creeping around him to place herself between him and Fossil. "Th' name's Julian. Thought I'd introduce myself before I kick your ass for what you said to me. All I want is an apology - that's all! I ain't gonna hurt you if you just apologize ... and if you don't ..." He gave his characteristic half smirk-half smile. "Well, it's up to you."
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