| Saturday, September 29th, 2007 |
[September 06, 2008 @ 11:54pm] |
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Who: Danukas & OPEN
When: Late morning
Where: The stables in Helicharis
What: Danukas is exploring the town a bit more and comes across the stables
Rating: G
Yes, over the heads of many still was the cloud of fear and doubt. Emotions collected together like that after the death of the faun and it was to be expected. Others were more than happy to dismiss the gossip of murder and move along with their lives, as happy now as they were Sunday night. Danukas was a deeply contemplative soul, markings of which are in the form of the almost ever-present wrinkled creases on his forehead, and it would be apparent to any especially observant being that this death amongst others was weighing on his mind.
He had not been making much habit to leave the cottage, not nearly as much as Cordelia would have wished him to. While she was out today as well, Danukas decided to take a stroll through down the path that led towards town, again. It had taken him some time to pull himself out of his thoughts and when he did, there was the distinctive smell and look of a stable not far beyond him.
It had been some time since he had last ridden a horse, a good a proper ride, thanks to the conveniences of modern technology. Danukas did enjoy automobiles, especially Italian ones, but thankfully the adjustment to go from that time of the world to how things existed in Elysium was not difficult for him. He had been alive long before technological luxuries that so many of these much younger generations had grown dependant on for life. How many of these youngsters had ever seen a real horse, touched it, let alone rode one?
And here were not just what had been typical horses, but pegasi. Now, no one could say that they had ridden such a magnificent creature like those before. Danukas stood quite still, with his hands in his pockets, and simply watched them walk about the paddock. He had heard that one could learn how to ride a pegasus but he found himself content watching them from afar.
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| Saturday: September 29, 2007 |
[September 06, 2008 @ 11:03pm] |
Who: Zach and OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Alchemy Labs
What: Zach is finally taking some time to devote practice to his alchemy.
Zach set up the ingredients with care upon the table. The various bowls filled with minerals crushed into fine fragments formed a half-circle about a foot from the edge. Nearby, there was a heated furnace with a fire burning. Zach walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a number of tools for working with mineral fragments, such as a mortar and pestle, tongs, a filer, iron molds, and a special iron tray for handling the hot molds. He grabbed a pair of special gloves. Since he would be working with hot metals, it was best to keep himself protected from the heat. He also donned the rest of his body in heat-protective gear. It was something his grandmother always warned him about and required of him, even though in her days she never had those devices to help her while working with alchemy. She received several burns in her time for it, though, so Zach took it to heart and protected himself.
It had been a long time since he focused on his alchemy. First, handling the grief that came with losing his brother kept him from worry about things like that. His life became about trying to deal with the anguish dealt to his family with the passing of his older brother, Jared. Then, things calmed down after the war ended outside of their borders. Zach began to understand what it was like to have a normal life.
While living in the outside world before Pandora, he was an outcast kept away from other people because of his abilities. For once, in Elysium, he wasn’t different anymore and he was accepted as he was by everyone around him. He ignored his natural abilities with alchemy, elated about living in a place where he belonged at last. Zach was happy, something he hadn’t been able to say for a very a long time until recently with the love and support of his family and his girlfriend, Adrienne.
His grandmother urged him to continue with alchemy. Your hands’ll get all rusty if you don’t, Zach, she said to him. Zach picked up the minuscule bowl of tellurium. The amount was so small. It was mostly used to help strengthen an alloy mixture, which was exactly what he was making. He poured it into the mortar, picked up the pestle, and began to crush it into a finer dust. Zach was focused on his work, not paying attention to whether or not anyone had come in. The alchemy labs were empty aside from him today, and he sometimes enjoyed working in the silence. Having company was always nice, though.
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| Saturday: September 29, 2007 |
[September 06, 2008 @ 10:00am] |
Who: Irei and Zosimus
Where: Behind Irei's/Sascha's home at the bungalows
When: Mid-morning/lunchish
What: Little centaurs certainly get around and their toys turn up in the oddest places.
Note: Started on AIM, but will be continued here in comments.
Chasing after his arrows, shot one by one, Zosimus eventually found himself standing in the grassy field behind the water bungalows. He grinned, recognizing the area as he thundered across the greenery to a tree that his stone head shot in to. He grumbled quietly to his little self as he couldn’t reach at first try. Glancing around, as if he didn’t want to see people watching him, the centaur finally pushed himself up on to his hind legs. Front hooves scratching at the bark, the boy strained to reach the arrow just out of his reach. With a sigh, he backed away and paced in a line, turning after going several steps and walking the other way. All the while his smoky eyes looked over the feathered tip sticking a foot and a half away from the rough tree trunk.
Figuring another try might work, Zosimus was rewarded with his arrow and held it in his young hands. He had two more in his quiver, strapped over his bare back, but he liked this one best. Stringing it in to his bow, the centaur turned blindly as many children did and released after pulling the archery device taught. Thwack. Gasping, Sims’ mouth fell open as he saw the arrow get caught up in a breeze and disappear into a house. “Uh-oh,” the foal mused to himself as he trot up to the building and looked at the window high over his head. He felt terrible and hoped he hadn’t broken anything! If there was one thing he had learned from an old female centaur wandering around their herd, it was that you should be mindful of other life and things.
Now what, he wondered, looking left, right, and behind him. No one; at least not yet. The brunette looked very upset and bit his lower lip, nose scrunching up awkwardly as he thought. “Um. . .” mused Zosimus as he backed away, hair covered hooves stomping over the ground in anxiety. It was a nervous habit of his. Maybe if he went around front and knocked? Hopefully no one was home, he could just sneak on in and get his arrow back. A common thought a nine year old might have—hide all evidence and run.
( Irei was only a little more than annoyed. . . )
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| Day Announcement |
[September 05, 2008 @ 7:22pm] |
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Saturday: September 29, 2007
- Sunrise: 6:31 AM.
- Sunset: 6:21 PM.
Notable Events:
- OOC NOTE #1: We just wanted to say that we ♥♥♥ LOVE YOU GUYS ♥♥♥ and that we are so lucky to have such a great group players! We can't thank you all enough for being so wonderful! *massive hugs all around*
- OOC NOTE #2: Hey guys! No major events in game [yet ;)], but we wanted to encourage everyone to read all of the current threads in game! There are some interesting story lines developing, and it makes for a GREAT read =D
- OOC NOTE #3: Rana and I have decided to put up a Wanted Page. Please refer to this post if you'd like to put in a request.
Weather Report:
Skies are clear today in Elysium. The morning temperatures will be around 55°, rising steadily to the high of 69° around 2 PM. Temperatures will remain here until sunset before it begins to drop to an evening and nighttime low of 60°. More and more leaves around Elysium are beginning to change color, and some have even started falling to the ground.
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| Friday, September 28th, 2007 |
[September 05, 2008 @ 5:11pm] |
Who: Rion , Voe and Nathaniel
Where: Rion’s cottage and the Abandoned Elven Palace
When: Just before sunset and into the night
What: Rion meets Nathaniel, Voe and Rion go to the palace
Slowly, since having met Voe, Rion had become like a different person. Like, because he really wasn’t a different person. Something in their connection had slowly managed to dust off the guilt and lack of confidence from him. It wasn’t as if those feelings were gone forever, they were still there, but they were now below the surface and at least for now, Rion was able to breathe again. He felt more like his old self, happier and younger than he’d felt in the last year, perhaps even in years. He was now much more relaxed and open to the company of others than he’d been in awhile; he simply felt happy.
Rion didn’t know what laid in store for him, now that his relationship with Voe had breeched the platonic level and taken a turn for the possibility of something more. He hadn’t seen Voe since they were intimate but judging by her letter, her feelings were rather strong, and it seemed as though the time they’d spent together was possibly more than a passionate impulse. He was excited about her, about them; whatever that was to mean.
He’d just gotten off work a few hours ago and got home in time to shower and straighten up a few things around his cottage before Voe was to arrive. His hair was pulled back and he’d shaved, though probably to Voe’s chagrin, he was wearing his ensemble: jeans and a t-shirt. Rion made sure he’d blown out all the candle before he left the house. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to lock the cottage behind him before slipping the key into his pocket. He sat down on the front step of his cottage and pulled out his father’s knife and has thousandth attempt at what was supposed to be a small kangaroo.
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| Duncan's First Day! |
[September 05, 2008 @ 12:35am] |
Who: Duncan, Sascha, any 'library regulars.'
Where: Elysium Library
When: June 2007
What: Duncan's first day!
The lanky auburn haired young man with the lopsided smile and earth-colored clothing looked unassuming enough. The confidence in his slacker-swagger drained only a little when he saw just how large the library was. Books, everywhere! Glorious tomes of pointless and possibly purposeful information! All at his disposal! His eyes danced from shelf to shelf, soaking it all in, as he weaved in and out of piles on the floor that needed to be shelved. He moved with a careful ease, not having to look down in order to avoid tripping to his doom.
( 'Wow,' he muttered, speaking to himself -- a not so unusual thing for the djinn. 'This is pretty neat.' )
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| Friday, September 28, 2007 |
[September 04, 2008 @ 1:40pm] |
Who: Dione and Nathaniel
Where: the Art Supplies shop.
When: mid-afternoon.
What: first meeting.
After his morning, Nathaniel thought it was necessary to relax a little by browsing various shops to see what he could get Zach and Marit... and Umeko too as it was appropriate for him to do so. She might appreciate it as well and it wouldn't do to have her think badly of him. He started by looking in the Glassblower's, a decent place for presents. Christmas was still ages from now yet he always liked to plan for presents in advance. In fact, he always planned presents far ahead so he knew that they would be something the recipient would enjoy. Nathaniel knew he was paranoid about such things. Making people happy was necessary, in his opinion, and he liked to be very generous with his gifts.
A few vases caught his eye as he browsed the shop, though he had no idea if they'd like the type of them anyway. Vases were a boring gift unless someone was moving into somewhere new and no one was doing that. Moving out of the Glassblower's, he decided to go to the Art Supplies. He didn't know if his friends had any interest in art - it was always possible that he'd find something they might want to try. He walked into the shop and slowly started to browse the aisles, inspecting the sketchpads. Perhaps someone could use an art journal - some of them were ornately decorated.
Nathaniel headed to the pastels; he attempted to draw with them a couple of times and was absolutely hooked. The set in front of him was particularly lovely and he had to get it. Reaching for it, his hand accidentally bumped into a hand of a woman whom he hadn't seen until just now. "Apologies," he said. "Do you want the pastels?" If she did, there was no way he would get into the way of her desire. Such a thing was not very polite of him, was it?
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| Friday: September 28, 2007 |
[September 04, 2008 @ 7:32am] |
Who: Sanura and Adrienne!!!
Where: Silmé Lagoon (hope this is okay!)
When: Afternoon
What: Two awesome chicks finally meet up again!
Near eighty degrees was more than enough to get Sanura back to Silmé Lagoon where she usually would go for her swims. There she was swimming until she could feel the pressure in her limbs, telling her she should probably cool it for a bit. But she just kept pushing herself until the water felt like it was boiling and her legs stung like little bees were stinging them. She didn’t know why she tried so hard, maybe she just secretly thought she needed the exercise. Or maybe it was the adrenaline high from a few nights ago. It was such a rewarding feeling when you felt strong, big and bad. Of course that was only when she was in stripes, figuratively speaking.
With a long breath she dunked her head underwater, craving some cooler air to soothe herself. A few seconds later she surfaced and swam towards a nearby ledge. As always she just let the warm breeze and the sun dry her off. But she was curious as to why no one else was out. It was a good time to enjoy whatever was going to be left of the season. God, she was going to dread the cold weather. She could tolerate cooler water, but ice water was going too far.
Figuring she would be spending her moments of drying off alone, she lay back and closed her eyes.
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| Friday, September 28, 2007 |
[September 04, 2008 @ 2:21am] |
Who: Nathaniel and Umeko
When: mid-morning
Where: the medical pavillion and in Helicharis
What: Meeting again.
Nathaniel shut the door of the forest cottage behind him and started to walk in the direction of Helicharis. Ever since yesterday when Voe received a note from Janus, she'd become so dreamy and smily that it was impossible to ask her to do anything. He took matters in his own hands and had decided to head to the medical pavillion to restock their blood supply. Finding himself in a situation where he was hungry and acted upon that scared the life out of him (no pun intended) and he wanted to make sure that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
There was one small problem with going into town and the medical pavillion - namely, a woman named Umeko who might want to ask him to go with somewhere. Maybe he misread her intentions. Yes, that had to be it. He pushed those thoughts into the back of his mind as he continued walking. Walking was good for the health, he had to admit, but there were days when he was especially lazy and missed his car. Not that he'd used his car in months no thanks to being a vampire (or an undead bloodsucker of the night, but that sounded odd).
Did anyone else miss the comforts of the modern age? Surely there had to be several people who did; it had been so ingrained into people's everyday lives that it seemed unlikely people would just stop being lazy or reliant on technology. After a little while, he reached the outskirts of town and headed to the large building of the medical pavillion. Walk casually into the place, he told himself, blood bank's over there, all I have to do is head towards the blood bank, get what we need, and go. He moved to the room where the blood was stored and stood with his hands feeling shaky in front of the cabinet. So much blood. He couldn't bring himself to call it food.
Lord. Nathaniel suddenly remembered when he fed upon someone for the first time; the rush of blood all over his hands, the look of horror on the man's face as he slipped through death's door... Something warm gushed onto his skin and he broke out of his thoughts to see that somehow he'd taken a bag of blood, squeezing it so hard that it burst. "Shit," he cursed, so out of it that swearing seemed the least of his problems. He tossed the empty bag into the bin and searched the room for a cloth to dampen, wiping a portion of the liquid off the floor. The cloth was soaked, so he had to go to the sink in order to squeeze out the blood and wash it. The blood running into the drain brought back even more awful memories - Nathaniel gripped the edge of the sink hard enough for his knuckles to whiten.
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| Friday, September 28, 2007 |
[September 03, 2008 @ 9:55pm] |
Who: Giles and Emily
Where: near the Plancks' forest cottage
When: early afternoon
What: Meeting again and having a serious discussion.
Emily pulled one of the chairs from the dining room outside to the front porch and covered it with a couple of blankets in order to make it more comfortable, adding two pillows. She sat down and covered her legs with another blanket, uncapping her pen and alighting it on her notepad as she prepared to think of more lesson plans for her young class. Every one of her students was absolutely adorable and she took special interest in Maddy because the girl was her direct connection with Malcolm. Unfortunately, concentrating seemed to be impossible at the moment - she'd have to work on lesson plans later when she was in a more focused mood.
Her thoughts wandered as she gazed into the lovely forest. It had been days and still she was in disbelief that she'd actually danced in front of everyone. Needless to say, she wanted to dance again... maybe a slow dance with Malcolm. No one had to be good to slow dance and they needed to do romantic things together more frequently. A familar figure appeared in the distance and Emily saw it to be Giles. It'd been a while since they had their interesting conversation and it never hurt to say hello at least. She rose from her chair, placing the pen and pad on it before heading towards the man. There was something hanging over him that she took a moment to decipher as she didn't know him that well.
"Hello, Giles," Emily said with a smile. "Remember me, Emily? I hope you've been well." If not, she took it upon herself to help as much as possible. There was also the possibility that they would just have a pleasant conversation, which was fine by her. "Keeping busy with fun things, I should imagine?" It seemed to her that he was the type to include a healthy balance of fun and work in his daily routine. Goodness, where was her manners? "And if you'd like some tea or something else to drink, I would be more than happy to make you some." She offered a small but affectionate smile to him.
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| Friday: September 28, 2007 |
[September 03, 2008 @ 2:04pm] |
Who: Adam, Constance, and Simon
When: Afternoon
Where: Town Hall
What: The unjust interrogation of Simon Myles.
With no reason to disbelieve Constance, Adam set his hard eyes on the werewolf the second the man showed up at Town Hall. Politely, Adam and one of the Elven guards led him towards one of the interrogation rooms—a room which could only shelter against magic and not shifting. This time the rooms held no wards against magic. Adam had all of his capabilities available to him, as did Constance. However, Constance’s would not be much use in an interrogation room. Adam’s would be.
It was his charge to protect her. Should anything happen to Constance, it too would happen to Adam. Their bond was not so close that if Constance was wounded, Adam would be wounded as well. It might as well have been as strong, though, for all that Adam knew. He cared and loved for Constance; she was his mother and creator, the giver of his life. Her love for him raised him and taught him well and made him what he was today, and he would never, ever let anyone harm her.
The same was true for his family. Alicia was his family, Constance’s granddaughter and Adam’s niece.
He stood alone in the interrogation room with Simon. Simon seated himself in the chair across from the desk. Adam remained standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Simon would confess to his crimes of trying to hurt Alicia, and Adam would see to it that the werewolf answered for them. He believed Constance. Adam had not reason not to after everything she divulged to him in private, and what she said was true—Simon was dangerous, and he had hurt Alicia.
And he was going to pay for it.
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| Friday: September 28, 2007 |
[September 01, 2008 @ 7:37pm] |
Who: Hayate & Chris
When: 4:13 AM
Where: Hayate's Cottage
What: The lion and the lamb play with cards — and tattoos.
WARNING: This post contains sexual overtones between an adult and a young teen. It is also contains bloodplay.
Ever since they had awoken from their long slumber to make up for the past two days, Hayate made sure Chris received proper food to eat for an early breakfast the next day. Again, he cooked the food himself, trying his best to remember how to use human things like stoves. Certain appliances created for modern day people were beyond Hayate's comprehension if he had no use for them, and a stove was one of those things he simply had no use of. However, with a new visitor to his house almost every other day, he was beginning to find use for his cupboards, freezer, and fridge. He stored human food in them for the young girl whenever she came over to visit him. The kitchen was no longer a barren wasteland, but filled to the brim with whatever foods he found that he thought she might have liked. She ate her breakfast, and he drank the blood taken from the medical pavilion after warming it up.
With all of the lights out and only a few candles lit to see by, Hayate and Chris sat at the kitchen table to play a game of cards. Chris suggested the pastime, and Hayate knew card games and saw no reason not to participate. After all, she couldn't play them by herself. Her happiness was strangely important to him, so he found a deck of cards in his house and brought them out for the two of them to use for their games.
Though it was still nighttime, all of the curtains upon the windows were drawn shut. Hayate's suspicions would not give him peace unless he had absolute and complete privacy, locks on his windows and doors, and curtains closed at night. Sometimes he even kept them closed during the day, but he wasn't often home during the day unless he had a reason to be here. It gave him peace of mind, which was enough for the vampire. As long as prying eyes could not spy inside his home, Hayate was able to relax and not worry about the outsiders of Elysium looking into his life. Those were such things the vampire did not, under any circumstances, appreciate very much from anyone — whether they were like him or not. People were nosy, and sometimes they were too nosy for their own good.
Hayate looked over the top of his cards at Chris. She sat directly across from him at the table, a scrunched and thoughtful look upon her face. A crook appeared at the corner of his mouth as he smiled slightly, wondering what cards she had received in her hand. Were they enough to beat his, or hand she landed a poor hand? So far, he had won two games naturally, but the third he had failed on purpose to give her a win. However, it didn't mean Chris couldn't get lucky at some point and find a win all on her own.
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| Friday; September 28 2007 |
[September 01, 2008 @ 7:17am] |
Who: Dione Castel OT Dante (Others if they're interested)
Where: Somewhere near Silme Lagoon
When: Morning, Friday Sept 28th
What: Dione has managed to get herself lost.
( We're lost )
*italics mean French
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| Day Announcement |
[August 31, 2008 @ 8:40pm] |
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Friday: September 28, 2007
- Sunrise: 6:29 AM.
- Sunset: 6:24 PM.
Notable Events:
- There was a TOWN MEETING regarding to the dead faun. Be sure to read it so your character knows about the new curfew and rules!
- OOC NOTE #1: Hooray for increased activity! However, before considering putting up a new thread on the new day, please try to get some older ones moving along. We don't want to see anyone falling behind because they've got tons of threads on their plate (Mods included!)
- OOC NOTE #2: Rana and I have decided to put up a Wanted Page. Please refer to this post if you'd like to put in a request.
Weather Report:
Despite the persistent clouds and the threat of rain, the temperature will reach an unusual high of 78° today. The morning air will be heavy with humidity, but that will begin to decrease around 10 AM due to some heavy winds coming in from the South. The drop in humidity will lead to clearer skies with just scattered clouds hanging overhead, but the winds will not decrease as the day goes by. Winds will range between 8 mph and 15 mph throughout the afternoon and evening.
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| Idehr's past. |
[August 31, 2008 @ 12:51am] |
Who: Idehr, Ryan Marshall and others.
Where: a street in Rothbury, England
When: afternoon on a Thursday, 1997
What: one of the defining moments in Idehr's life.
( Idehr crossed the street... )
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| Thursday: September 27, 2007 |
[August 30, 2008 @ 8:32am] |
Who: Zosimus [Narrative] and two random NPCs
What: Boys will be boys
When: Day/Afternoon
Where: The Southern forest
The past week had strengthened the otherwise lost foal completely. Food was given to him morning, noon, and night, he had been able to run around and play, and there were lessons. Zosimus how realized that these Centaurs were very kind to him, not distant as he had thought they were upon arriving. Every day that past he may have grown a little more, at least intellectually and in muscle. Ragged appearance long-sine cleaned up, the brunette could see and have his eyes be seen while his tail no longer swept the ground. Today the long, coarse strands of his tail were bound in a long strip of cotton-like cloth (that had been his own doing when no one was looking) as well as the palms of his hands and right forearm.
"Can I come with you?" he had asked earlier that morning to a pair of sturdy males with bows slung over their backs. "I'll sit back and watch quietly." There was hope in his now animated eyes as he looked up at the men. The two looked at each other, one laughed before a hand came out and rest on top of his head. He had a very heavy hand, Zosimus noted as his head tilted down with the weight.
"'course yeh can come!" said the one on the left with his hand upon the boys' head. "But yeh aren't gonna watch 'nd sit there like a timid human."
Zosimus gave the man a confused look from under his hand, gently moving it away--he didn't want to offend anyone. "I'm not?" he asked quietly.
( 'No!' cried the other male with a grin. 'You're old enough to be taught how to shoot!' )
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