Hey @Miakardia, I was just wondering if you were still interested in doing this game with me? It's been a couple of days and I wanted to check and see if everything was alright.
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Around 9:30pm, Kyle's Place
Nori Belle Haywood had made a grave error in tonight's movie selection.
She realized this mistake almost instantly when the movie opened to the Weatherman using his sledgehammer to violently dismember a cheerleader and the captain of the debate team who had been getting down and dirty during a thunderstorm, thus violating one of the cardinal rules of surviving a slasher flick. "This is why I can't sleep in your bed, it's like a beacon to them. Like the bat symbol, but for crazies," she tells him in a hushed whisper, her tone dead serious.
Half way through the film Nori has her hands permanently over her face, peeking at the screen through the gaps in her fingers like it's going to help her be less afraid, somehow. The Weatherman has just started pulling the insides out of the dumbass who decided to go down to the basement by himself, when the psychopath ominously starts to hum, 'It's Raining Men,'. "Oh Jesus," she wheezes, screwing her eyes shut right as the Weatherman leans down and licks his victim's goddamn eyeball.
By the end of the movie the Weatherman has murdered a whooping seventeen people, each death more disturbing and creative than the last. As soon as the petrified DJ can convince herself to move she leaps into action, flipping on all the lights and lamps in the living room before going to the front door to make sure that it is in fact locked. "That is the worst idea I have ever had in my entire life," she admits, looking back over towards the couch to see a very pale looking Kyle Parker.
"I'll turn on the kitchen lights and check the windows in here. You do the bedroom and the bathroom. We regroup back here in three minutes. If one of us doesn't make the reandevo, the other one gets the hell out of here and calls emergency services, got it?"
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Around 9:30pm, Kyle's Place
Nori Belle Haywood had made a grave error in tonight's movie selection.
She realized this mistake almost instantly when the movie opened to the Weatherman using his sledgehammer to violently dismember a cheerleader and the captain of the debate team who had been getting down and dirty during a thunderstorm, thus violating one of the cardinal rules of surviving a slasher flick. "This is why I can't sleep in your bed, it's like a beacon to them. Like the bat symbol, but for crazies," she tells him in a hushed whisper, her tone dead serious.
Half way through the film Nori has her hands permanently over her face, peeking at the screen through the gaps in her fingers like it's going to help her be less afraid, somehow. The Weatherman has just started pulling the insides out of the dumbass who decided to go down to the basement by himself, when the psychopath ominously starts to hum, 'It's Raining Men,'. "Oh Jesus," she wheezes, screwing her eyes shut right as the Weatherman leans down and licks his victim's goddamn eyeball.
By the end of the movie the Weatherman has murdered a whooping seventeen people, each death more disturbing and creative than the last. As soon as the petrified DJ can convince herself to move she leaps into action, flipping on all the lights and lamps in the living room before going to the front door to make sure that it is in fact locked. "That is the worst idea I have ever had in my entire life," she admits, looking back over towards the couch to see a very pale looking Kyle Parker.
"I'll turn on the kitchen lights and check the windows in here. You do the bedroom and the bathroom. We regroup back here in three minutes. If one of us doesn't make the reandevo, the other one gets the hell out of here and calls emergency services, got it?"
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Sorry that last post was a little on the short side. ^.^
"Wa--warlock," Naya parroted, stumbling over the new word a little as she repeated it back to Amon. She sounded just as hesitant about it as he did, so she assumed he didn't use the word much either. 'What a strange witc--warlock,' she mused, lowering her hands now that other seemed more at ease with her.
“If you are seeking shelter then you can come with me, I will take you to the city and the Council will be able to help you. They are always willing to help fellow mage-kind when they can, although they will refer to you as a sorceress not as witch, it is merely our way,” Amon informs before climbing back up onto Ormuzhd and sifting through his saddlebag, producing another odd looking cloak that was much like his own and tossing it to her. The witch catches it and stares down at it, running a thumb over the material to better access it. The man tells her to put it on and after a moment of apprehension she relents, pulling the strange garment on with little grace. It covers her face so that only her eyes are visible and Naya shifts uncomfortably, having never been so clothed in her entire life. The brunette wants to pull it off the very second she has it on, but resists the urge so she doesn’t offend Amon.
“Is the council your coven?” Naya asks curiously, approaching Ormuzhd and laying her hand against its side delicately, before flicking her eyes up to meet Amon’s. She had never heard a witch call their home a city, since they mostly considered that a human term. After a moment or two longer Naya averts her gaze and swallows nervously before admitting, “I’ve never ridden an animal before. How am I supposed to get on?”
“If you are seeking shelter then you can come with me, I will take you to the city and the Council will be able to help you. They are always willing to help fellow mage-kind when they can, although they will refer to you as a sorceress not as witch, it is merely our way,” Amon informs before climbing back up onto Ormuzhd and sifting through his saddlebag, producing another odd looking cloak that was much like his own and tossing it to her. The witch catches it and stares down at it, running a thumb over the material to better access it. The man tells her to put it on and after a moment of apprehension she relents, pulling the strange garment on with little grace. It covers her face so that only her eyes are visible and Naya shifts uncomfortably, having never been so clothed in her entire life. The brunette wants to pull it off the very second she has it on, but resists the urge so she doesn’t offend Amon.
“Is the council your coven?” Naya asks curiously, approaching Ormuzhd and laying her hand against its side delicately, before flicking her eyes up to meet Amon’s. She had never heard a witch call their home a city, since they mostly considered that a human term. After a moment or two longer Naya averts her gaze and swallows nervously before admitting, “I’ve never ridden an animal before. How am I supposed to get on?”
Ignore please~! I goofed! :P
The stranger steps towards her and draws his weapon, swinging it through the air in a menacing arc, and the hairs on the back of Naya’s neck start to stand on end. The brunette reaches into her boot to retrieve her dagger again, but stops short when his blade bursts into flame. Before she can process it, the smooth baritone of his voice is in her head, murmuring, “I have not been out in the sun too long, and you are most certainly not an authority on such matters. As for your woodland glen I had preferred that you simply tell me. Now I suggest you talk or I shall be forced to take the information from you.”
He pulls free of her mind and begins to physically speak again, but his presence in her head has left her reeling and a little sick to her stomach. Naya sways slightly and briefly worries that she is going to do something humiliating like swoon, but she manages to keep her footing, thank the Gods. When she can focus better the stranger, 'Amon,' her mind supplies helpfully, now has a ball of lightning cackling in his off hand and everything finally clicks into place for her.
'Oh,' she thinks numbly, blinking her almond shaped eyes as she appraises him with new understanding. 'He's a witch. Like me.'
"I'm sorry," Naya apologized, rising from her crouch and leaving her weapon sheathed. "I didn't know you were blood of my blood," she confessed, pressing the index and middle finger of her right hand to her mouth before moving them down to rest over her heart. It was an old gesture used between witches that basically meant, 'I see you'. When the movement was finished the brunette held up both of her hands to show him that she meant him no harm, which Naya thought was obvious since the punishment for hurting a fellow witch was death by fire, but Amon seemed on edge, so she kept them up.
"I am Naya. I don't have a name for my woods other than home, but the human beasts call it The Semarian Forest," she informs him, his aggressive display of magic making her feel more at ease rather than frightened. "I am of the Belladonna tribe, though I have not been a part of any coven since I was a girl. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you were human and might try to hurt them. Forgive me, I didn't know that there were any male witches," she admits, flashing him a sheepish smile. Normally the tribe mothers would couple with a human male whenever they felt the urge to continue their line and then resulting child of the union was always female.
He pulls free of her mind and begins to physically speak again, but his presence in her head has left her reeling and a little sick to her stomach. Naya sways slightly and briefly worries that she is going to do something humiliating like swoon, but she manages to keep her footing, thank the Gods. When she can focus better the stranger, 'Amon,' her mind supplies helpfully, now has a ball of lightning cackling in his off hand and everything finally clicks into place for her.
'Oh,' she thinks numbly, blinking her almond shaped eyes as she appraises him with new understanding. 'He's a witch. Like me.'
"I'm sorry," Naya apologized, rising from her crouch and leaving her weapon sheathed. "I didn't know you were blood of my blood," she confessed, pressing the index and middle finger of her right hand to her mouth before moving them down to rest over her heart. It was an old gesture used between witches that basically meant, 'I see you'. When the movement was finished the brunette held up both of her hands to show him that she meant him no harm, which Naya thought was obvious since the punishment for hurting a fellow witch was death by fire, but Amon seemed on edge, so she kept them up.
"I am Naya. I don't have a name for my woods other than home, but the human beasts call it The Semarian Forest," she informs him, his aggressive display of magic making her feel more at ease rather than frightened. "I am of the Belladonna tribe, though I have not been a part of any coven since I was a girl. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you were human and might try to hurt them. Forgive me, I didn't know that there were any male witches," she admits, flashing him a sheepish smile. Normally the tribe mothers would couple with a human male whenever they felt the urge to continue their line and then resulting child of the union was always female.
@BeastofDestiny I believe Moose is a Doberman, or at least he was last season. Is that right @IrishAngelQueen?
The stranger finally scoops up the jar and unscrews it, bringing it to his face to give it a quick sniff. This didn’t bother Naya at all; she would have actually thought him stupid to accept any sort of food stuffs without checking it for poisons first. He then turns and lays a hand against the great beast’s head, rousing it from its catnap, before setting the jam down and offering it to the lizard. The salamander's tongue darted out a few times before the beast dipped it into the strawberry preserve and the corners of her lips turned up into a crooked half smile. 'I'm glad it's to your likening, friend,' Naya muses before turning her blue eyes back towards the man creature.
"This is Ormuzhd, a giant salamander he has served me faithfully for many years," he tells her and Naya's face scrunches up as she mouths, 'Ormuzhd' clearly stumbling over the strange sounding name. "From what I can tell you are familiar with smaller relatives of his no? Your mind says as much even if you do not give the words voice," the stranger continues in his deep drawl and now Naya is really confused. 'This man beast has been in the sun too long,' she decides. 'He speaks nonsense.'
"But I shall ask you again, from where do you hail, give me a name," the dessert dweller punctuates this statement by laying his hand on the hilt of his blade, his voice turning hard, "And what do you intend in this desert?"
"It's none of your business," the witch growls out again, angered by the obvious threat. Naya wasn't some simpering girl who would be so easily intimidated by a threat of violence and she refused to give him the name of her forest. If he was like the others and trying to wipe out all witches, she didn't want to be the one to lead him to her coven. Or Meng. Naya thought of her friend's weathered face and twinkling amber eyes and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep this man from her. The brunette picks up her cloak and shakes the sand from it before pulling it back on.
"Get back up on Ormoozhdt," she pauses to wince at how badly she pronounced the salamander's name, "take your bird and leave. I am thankful for the water but I gave you the jam and your friend has already cleaned the jar, so I owe you no debt. Go and leave me in peace."
"This is Ormuzhd, a giant salamander he has served me faithfully for many years," he tells her and Naya's face scrunches up as she mouths, 'Ormuzhd' clearly stumbling over the strange sounding name. "From what I can tell you are familiar with smaller relatives of his no? Your mind says as much even if you do not give the words voice," the stranger continues in his deep drawl and now Naya is really confused. 'This man beast has been in the sun too long,' she decides. 'He speaks nonsense.'
"But I shall ask you again, from where do you hail, give me a name," the dessert dweller punctuates this statement by laying his hand on the hilt of his blade, his voice turning hard, "And what do you intend in this desert?"
"It's none of your business," the witch growls out again, angered by the obvious threat. Naya wasn't some simpering girl who would be so easily intimidated by a threat of violence and she refused to give him the name of her forest. If he was like the others and trying to wipe out all witches, she didn't want to be the one to lead him to her coven. Or Meng. Naya thought of her friend's weathered face and twinkling amber eyes and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep this man from her. The brunette picks up her cloak and shakes the sand from it before pulling it back on.
"Get back up on Ormoozhdt," she pauses to wince at how badly she pronounced the salamander's name, "take your bird and leave. I am thankful for the water but I gave you the jam and your friend has already cleaned the jar, so I owe you no debt. Go and leave me in peace."
@IrishAngelQueen I didn't @ you until after I edited my post, so I did it again here to make sure you got it! :D
"Sounds good, but I'm going to have to be selfish and take the comfier sleeping spot tonight and insist you sleep in my bed, sorry," Kyle tells her as he helps her stand and Nori gives a small, "Thank you," before he goes to stand at the mirror.
"No can do, cowboy," the blonde informs him as he starts to peel the adhesive off the band-aid. "Me sleeping in your bed would probably piss him off too. Haven't you ever seen a horror movie?" She asks, and while her tone is somewhat teasing, it's very obvious that she is being serious. "It's a non-negotiable, Kyle. I sleep on the couch at your place or the hostel. Your pick."
Kyle seems to consider it as he carefully apples the bandage, but asks instead, "So, two questions, first, do you have to work much longer?"
"No, I was actually in the process of closing up shop when you came in earlier. It shouldn't take more than five or ten minuets," Nori says, leaning against the wall by to the sink while inspecting the damage to his face again. The small girl starts to feel another wave of guilt come over her but she does her best to smother it down before it has a chance to sour her mood.
"And you wouldn't happen to have my flannel from last night would you?"
"Oh, right!" Nori exclaims, straightening up, pulling her keys out of her pocket and handing them to Kyle. "It's upstairs in my bedroom, I think probably by the bed," the blonde explains, pointedly leaving out the fact that she slept in it last night. "It's sort of a mess, but the dishes are clean, which is the important part. You can head on up and I’ll follow you after I’ve finished closing---,”
"Er, sorry tae bother ye, mates," came a voice and Nori squeaked, turning around to see Ryva and one of her band mates had entered the store, along with Moose. 'I didn't even hear the doorbell! They must be ninjas.' the blonde thought with a nervous chuckle, giving the songstress a quick wave. "...But I was wondering if ye have any Jasmine and Orchids? A friend of mine 'as a birthday comin' up."
"Hey Ryva! We don't have a huge selection of orchids right now, but we have a ton of jasmine. Lemme show y--Oh my goodness Moose!" Nori laughed when the pup bounded over and she crouched down, running a hand affectionately over his head and giving him a quick scratch behind the ears. "Sorry we look like drowned rats, we had an accident with the water hose," she tells Ryva, turning her head to throw Kyle a quick wink.
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"No can do, cowboy," the blonde informs him as he starts to peel the adhesive off the band-aid. "Me sleeping in your bed would probably piss him off too. Haven't you ever seen a horror movie?" She asks, and while her tone is somewhat teasing, it's very obvious that she is being serious. "It's a non-negotiable, Kyle. I sleep on the couch at your place or the hostel. Your pick."
Kyle seems to consider it as he carefully apples the bandage, but asks instead, "So, two questions, first, do you have to work much longer?"
"No, I was actually in the process of closing up shop when you came in earlier. It shouldn't take more than five or ten minuets," Nori says, leaning against the wall by to the sink while inspecting the damage to his face again. The small girl starts to feel another wave of guilt come over her but she does her best to smother it down before it has a chance to sour her mood.
"And you wouldn't happen to have my flannel from last night would you?"
"Oh, right!" Nori exclaims, straightening up, pulling her keys out of her pocket and handing them to Kyle. "It's upstairs in my bedroom, I think probably by the bed," the blonde explains, pointedly leaving out the fact that she slept in it last night. "It's sort of a mess, but the dishes are clean, which is the important part. You can head on up and I’ll follow you after I’ve finished closing---,”
"Er, sorry tae bother ye, mates," came a voice and Nori squeaked, turning around to see Ryva and one of her band mates had entered the store, along with Moose. 'I didn't even hear the doorbell! They must be ninjas.' the blonde thought with a nervous chuckle, giving the songstress a quick wave. "...But I was wondering if ye have any Jasmine and Orchids? A friend of mine 'as a birthday comin' up."
"Hey Ryva! We don't have a huge selection of orchids right now, but we have a ton of jasmine. Lemme show y--Oh my goodness Moose!" Nori laughed when the pup bounded over and she crouched down, running a hand affectionately over his head and giving him a quick scratch behind the ears. "Sorry we look like drowned rats, we had an accident with the water hose," she tells Ryva, turning her head to throw Kyle a quick wink.
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