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Post by blufly on Mar 14, 2006 18:06:02 GMT -7
ooc| I know it has been a bajillon years since I bought him, but I've been a bit zapped on the creativity factor. ^-^;;  The male sighed and allowed his tired--no exhausted, body to lower into the soft, if tattered, chairs of the theatre. A sigh awoke from his muzzle as he looked at his pendant. It was made by spotless jade, light in color, and cut in a strange design. He had become fond of the jewel, but it was not his, at least not originally. In fact, he was supposed to be searching for the supposed-owner at this very moment. You see, his first victim had requested that he give the pendant to the victim, a male human's, lover. Sadly, this theatre was another dead end, not a human, let alone a woman, to be seen. The male had searched high and low for the said person, with no luck in the department. He had feared for a time that she had died, human's lives were quite short these days, were they not? But that could not be, for if that was the truth, the oath that read 'My word will not be broken' would burn his skin, leading to his untimely death. Unfortunate yes, but not horrible, as he was already a messenger for the dead. The male, named Juramento, stood with a slight grimance. He wasn't old, not at all, but the ceaseless searching left him fatiqued to say the least. Best stay in the abandoned theatre for the time being, he needed some peace and quiet. |
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Post by silvertip on Mar 14, 2006 18:18:38 GMT -7
(ooc:I'm gonna reply but I'm watching something rihgt now so can you wait till commercial?)
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Post by blufly on Mar 14, 2006 18:19:25 GMT -7
ooc| Sure, take your time. ^-^;;
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Post by Vyn on Mar 14, 2006 18:36:25 GMT -7
(Rar. Vyn is tempted to reply with her Symphony boy, but I don't want to intrude if ST is going to reply.)
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Post by blufly on Mar 14, 2006 18:39:36 GMT -7
ooc| The more the merrier. ^-^;;
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Post by silvertip on Mar 14, 2006 18:51:31 GMT -7
oily paws padded the halls. a satisfied yawn broke the silence. it was none outher than Ja'aKea. he had been hunting, again. but not hunting for a meal oh no, no. he was hunting for anything reflective. but in no sense is he vain. he has a undying passion for the reflective light witch drags him along on these hunts. tonight had been a pretty good one he had found a lovely mirror watch after jealously killing a person for it.
he countinued walking, his face beaming with joy and pride about what he had found. his mind started to drift toward his collection, and new peice. where should I put it? what catagory would it fit in? he asked himself. he sighed again looking at the beautifully inprinted watch.
he suddenly stopped, being worn out from all the walking. he went into anthromorphic form holding his new treasure. his now slender, delicate finger traced the swirles on it. suddenly he heard something and clasped the watch and held it near his chest. "who's there?" he growled.
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Post by silvertip on Mar 14, 2006 18:52:44 GMT -7
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Post by Vyn on Mar 14, 2006 21:26:08 GMT -7
Joranuriel moved silently through the moonlit streets, his golden and white fur shining beneath the caress of street lamps and moonlight alike. Tail swaying behind him, the sleek male stretched luxuriously and tilted his attention to the old Theatre and the voices pouring from it. An eyebrow lifted in curiosity, followed by a wolfish smirk as the Symphony corrected his plans for the night. Perhaps he'd slip in and see what all the yelling was about. Up the stairs to the entrance, and the suave male was standing in the dim lighting of the Theatre, hollow eyes glancing around the room to study the two figures within. An Oil and an Oath, interesting...and the Oil was having himself a defensive fit. The wolfish smirk slid into a charmingly friendly smile. "Hello, gentleman, what appears to be the problem?"He might've been nothing more than a mere Script Writer, but he had the charm and attitude of a conductor. |
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Post by blufly on Mar 15, 2006 13:14:51 GMT -7
Juramento stood to his full height as the form entered his viewpoint, careful to keep his expression blank. That, he must admit, was one of his more praticed abilities; to others, especially those he didn't know, he was nothing more than an empty shell of an Euclide. That was strange for a Director, and perhaps that's why he could not a Cast that would appeal to his need to travel.
"Who's there?" He repeated, his voice low and smooth, head raised slightly in unspoken confidence. He meant no harm to the other, he was not one meant for fighting. Lies sometimes meandered across his tongue, but never out-right insults. No, that was indeed senseless. "I was about to ask the same Sir," Juramento said lightly, an amused look flashed across his face for a moment before becoming hollow again.
At the voice of another, this one much less abrupt and defensive than the other, Juramento turned his head from the Oil in the shadows. Ah, another Euclide, not what he was hoping for; conversation was not one of his strong points. He would rather go in search of finishing off a death wish.
Despite that, he couldn't help chuckling softly at the male's question. "Sir," he nodded his head slightly before tossing a glance at the Oil Euclide. "I would not know the answer to that, in fact I have said little to the defensive fellow," Juramento.
"Juramento is what I go by," he spoke, not sure exactly which of the males he was speaking to. A weak introduction, but enough to go by. He wasn't even going to ask of the other's identity, he most likely wouldn't be here for much longer.
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Post by silvertip on Mar 15, 2006 15:40:31 GMT -7
(ooc:Vynnie he's a beauty)
Ja'aKea went into his 'natural' form slipping the hand watch between his paw 'fingers'. he decided he would not risk anyone seeing his treasure. he crept closer to the oath and examined him. this one diddn't seem like an aggressive euclide. finally he could breathe but then the outher came in. perfect. "no, I am fine...... now." he said again defensively. after an attack from another euclide, and a peice of his collection stolen he found that there was little that he could trust.
"Ja'akea, puppeteer of no cast." he said glancing to the shadows of the outher canine. "I am sorry monseir for how I behaved." he said as a french accent crossed his tongue. he was born, and raised in france. he also had found fun in studing french customs, clothes, and jewerly.
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Post by blufly on Mar 15, 2006 16:01:20 GMT -7
Ah, he had forgotten. Again. "Excuse me, Juramento, Director of no cast," he spoke with a slight shrug of his weary shoulders. His voice hinted a slight Spanish accent, in fact the name Juramento means 'Oath' in Spanish. He had been born in Spain, but had leaved soon after. No need to stay in one place for too long, especially being an Oath type.
He accepted the apology with a swift flick of his tail and a tug of a smile, taunt from lack of use. "Better be cautious then too open," he nearly asked, but thought better of it. Best not to push this defensive male over the edge. "Ja'akea then, nice to make your acquaintance," he spoke without any real concern for dominance, for him ranks meant little outside a cast, unless you were a Puppet, poor things.
To the other, less edgy male, he spoke a question, his curiousity peaked. "Sir, I am to assume you have name as well?"
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Post by Vyn on Mar 15, 2006 16:06:11 GMT -7
The Symphony male grinnd and swished his fox-like tail in a laid-back manner as he slowly approached the other two. He may have been a Script Writer, nothing more than an intellectual step above a Puppet, but he had enough confidence to pass himself off for a Director.
"Good, good. Spats can be so obnoxious."
He chuckled pleasantly, and settled onto his haunches between, though a good few feet away from the two higher ranking canines. The transition from standing to sitting caused the silver pendant around his neck to shimmer in the dim moonlight and his conductor's wand to shift softly in its holder, both trinkets bringing a soft smile to his smooth features.
To the Oath's comment he bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"Indeed, as we all do. I am Joranuriel," Were he not a canine, the word would've been more of a purr than anything else. "Script Writer, and also lacking of a Cast." His warm smile did not falter at the mention of his low rank or lack of Cast, it didn't matter much to him. When he found what he wanted, things would fall into place.
(Thanks ST ^_^ [hugs Joran])
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Post by blufly on Mar 15, 2006 16:26:42 GMT -7
ooc| Yes yes, handsome male. x) -wishes she had more-
Juramento noted the golden male's confident air, the way he carried himself was similar to how he had moved only a few years ago. Of course, that all changed after the large amount of time he spent looking for his victim's requests. Not to say he bowed lowly, he knew his place well, almost too well actually. But still, seeing another act so much like he once did sent a bemused glance to his eyes, though that was soon withered by self-containment.
He nodded his head gentley, more of an incline, in agreement. He had broken up small arguements before, wastless they were. He wouldn't associate himself with those who lowered themselves to scruffles.
His eyebrows rose in mild surprise, not for his rank, he had been closer to lower, but the fact they all lacked a Cast. "That is ironic," he spoke to the both of them. "There seems to be a lack of Casts these days," he muttered to himself, a curious thought indeed.
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Post by silvertip on Mar 15, 2006 16:32:57 GMT -7
"I am please that you have no bad feelings toward me." he said, once again his french tongue being apparent. now that he felt like he new this male more he decided to meet the Symphony more. "yes, I know what your saying." he said smiling. this time the french accent wasn't there.
Akea's eyes suddenly opened from the shimmer of Joranuriel's necklace. he almost lunged foward to grasp it. he had killed for the reflective jewels more than once and it was something he wasn't to proud of. he was determined not to murder again. besides, it wouldn't be the smartest move infront of a Director.
he finally felt safe enough to sit. he tried to keep his eyes on the outher canines eyes but that shimmering beauty taunted him.
(you knew that would set him off the edge! X3)
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Post by Vyn on Mar 15, 2006 16:41:01 GMT -7
Joran smiled at Juramento's comment and let a little chuckle escape his golden maw. He was quite knowledgeable about this little town, even if it wasn't his birthtown. Long ago he had spent time in Rome, enjoying the lovely Roman nightlife, but curiousity had drawn this Script Writer to beautiful Victorian England.
"Quite true, Juramento. I believe there is a lack of Puppet Masters in this particular area and, therefore, a lack of casts. However, there is an exceptionally powerful Puppet Master in this area as well." He paused thoughtfully. "Not exactly my sort. Too dark, and with a morbid streak."
His attention abruptly slid to the Puppeteer for the male had lurched in a strange manner which made the Script Writer nervous. Was he going to attack him? For a moment the fur along his neck bristled before settling once more as Ja'akea settled.
"Something on your mind?"
He seemed distracted, or perhaps bothered, but it was obvious he was trying to keep his eyes off of Joran.
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