Feb. 16, 2008 - Tea and crumpets
The liquid was a deep rich brown steaming hot in it's porcelain mug, the smell of ginger floating through the air with the steam. Long fair, slender fingers elegantly held the mug close to a pair or deep wine lips. Rain streaked the glass windows of the large room. A long oak table extended almost from each end of the room, a large marble white heart in the center of the table. The table laid bare with the exception of two place setting each at one end. at the head a young woman sat tall and strait. Her crimson gown accented her figure nicely being only a shade darker then her blood red hair. A small brown kitten sat in her lap purring as the young woman fed it bits of her crumpet. and the end of the table sat another women this one younger then the first but equally beautiful. Wearing a long white gown that contrasted beautifully to her chocolate colored curls. The younger girl however didn't seem as comfortable as she quietly nibbling her crumpet, barley touching her tea. She kept her gaze fixed one the older girl, her sister, Redd. Redd smiled at her sister's discomfort, also keeping her gaze on her sister, Geniveve, a muffin appearing on the plate in front of the younger. Redd smiled almost evilly,
"Not hungry sister?" Geniveve shifted in her seat,
"No sister, I am not feeling as myself this morning." Red frowned mockingly
"Yes well, I guess one cannot keep perfect health at all times." Genevive nodded politely. Red smiled as an uncomfortable silence filled the room, so thick it felt as if it were hard to breath. Only the faint sounds of hoof beats in the castle drive broke it. Genevive's face lit up as she ran to the window. Peering out she could see the handsome young man she had been waiting for step out of the carriage. At the sight she ran from the large dining room. Redd jumped from her seat and tried to close the doors but her sister was quick with excitement. Redd went to the window, Genevive walked to the carriage and walrus, walking on his hind flippers trotting after her with an umbrella. The young man bowed low, he was handsome, tall and had such a kind air. As Genevive put her arm through his Redd felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Hate, that is what it had to be. the two goody goodies made her sick was all and she hated them for it, or that is what she told herself. As she watched the two walk back into the castle she clenched her fist and the rain grew harder, a streak of lightning dancing across the sky.
"Not feeling herself yet she can run down to meet her little goody-goody." Redd huffed and turned from the window her little cat trotting behind her. Advancing to the table Redd held out her hand as the dishes and crumpets went flying across the room, tea flying through the air.
"Well will see what comes of goody-goodies won't we cat?" The small kitten looked up at red as a large grin with flashing white teeth spread across his face.
~WIP~
Characters belong to Frank Beddor and the book: The looking glass wars. READ IT!
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Cleaner then the Captain-25:M&SD
Chapter Twenty Five
Cleaner then the Captain
Darcy smiled and scrubbed harder at the pot crusted with remnants of boiled over stew from who knows how long ago.
"I don't necessarily like to clean, but I like things neat and this kitchen is repulsive!" Darcy looked around to kitchen,
"I do like talking with you though Trisha, but I don't think we are going to be able to clean this whole kitchen."
"I don't think Lain ever steps foot in this kitchen, and the cleaning will probably prevent sickness so we are doing everyone a favor!" Darcy smiled sweetly at Trisha from her pot.
Spending hours scrubbing and cleaning Darcy finally collapsed against the wall of the now clean kitchen. Her hands were soar, her eyes were tired and she was completely exhausted. By now the sun was beginning to set and the ship beginning to wake. Darcy, rubbed her temples,
"Well the kitchen is clean and I'm exhausted." Darcy surveyed the kitchen, though the smell somewhat remained it wasn't as strong. Rotting food and dirty dishes were cleaned up and no longer cluttering every cooking space.
"We make a good team, Trisha." Darcy stood up and put the mop away, running her dark fingers through her hair she sighed.
"Well, I need to get out of this kitchen, I need a break. Thank you for helping me Trisha." By the time Darcy began to walk out of the kitchen crew members began to file in, each staring at the clean kitchen in awe. Darcy rolled her eyes, the kitchen would probably look horrible by the end of the night. Darcy walked down the hall intending to check on Ashling, but the little bouncing grey elf ran into her as she turned the corner.
Ashling fell backwards from the impact, Alewyn jumped out of his arms and meowed loudly.
"Good evening Darcy." Ashling looked up and smiled brightly at Darcy. She looked tired, stray curls fell in her face and her dress was messed from cleaning. Darcy knealed down to help Ashling to his feet.
"Well now, your up early," Darcy tapped Ashling's nose with a tired smiled. Ashling smiled back and picked up Alewyn holding her towards Darcy.
"She was hungry and I was worried about Vincent." Darcy smiled and brushed a strand of ivory silk hair out Of Ashling's hair.
"Well you might have to wait on food for the kitten, the kitchen is quite filled at the moment. As for Vincent, I haven't seen him since you went to bed." Ashling nodded,
"I thought as much, I knew he was upset, he just needs some cheering up." Ashling placed his hand on Darcy's shoulder and made a serious face.
"As you need sleep, milady." Darcy couldn't help but giggle at Ashling.
"That I do, but I can't." Darcy stood and took Ashling's hand but Ashling wouldn't follow.
"No Darcy you need your rest and I must to Vincent alone." Darcy smiled a the young lad who all of the sudden acted so much older.
"Well then you run along and find him, I'll try to get some sleep." Ashling frowned,
"Promise?" Darcy nodded mocking Ashling's seriousness.
"I promise, love." Ashling smiled and nodded, satisfied. With that he scampered of past Darcy with Alewyn in his hands. Darcy walked down the hall turning the corner a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her aside roughly causing her to squeal. Gabe held his finger to his lips,
"Shh."
"Oh Gabe, you scared me half to death, what are you doing?" Gabe looked around to make sure no one was near by and then began speaking in a hushed tone.
"Darcy, tomorrow is full moon." Darcy's eyes widened and she looked around also to make sure no one was in hearing distance.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive, and there is nowhere to run." Darcy looked worried and she ran her finger through her curls.
"W-what are we going to do? There are so many people, how we-" Gabe cupped his hand over Darcy's mouth thinking he heard someone coming.
"I don't know, If we could lock ourselves up no harm would come to anyone else." Darcy removed Gabe's hand,
"But there isn't a room or door strong enough to hold you and Eli." Gabe averted his eyes in thought.
"You'll have to talk to Lain."
"ME?!" Darcy whispered loudly,
"Why me?" Gabe shushed Darcy a little and continued.
"Because you're smooth with talking, and getting what you want. You didn't even ask and you got the Vampire to dance with you. Your words work magic or something. Just ask Lain for a room where no one will come by to often, somewhere deep in the ship with a solid door and a lock."
"Don't you think that request is a little suspicious?" Darcy placed her hands on her small hips and raised a ivory arched eyebrow in doubt. Gabe rolled his eyes with a smirk,
"You'll think of something, just don't tell him." Gabe turned Darcy around and pushed her in the direction of captain cabin. With a slight tap on the door he ran off and left Darcy standing in
front of the door.
Ashling skipped up the stairs onto the deck and walked around until he spotted a red cape. Ashling peeked around the barrels and saw Vincent sitting quietly. Ashling hopped into view and went to sit beside him. Sitting in silence Ashling looked up and Vincent and smiled.
"Good evening."
A triumphant smile had sadly faded from Trisha’s face
when most of the crew began to pile into the kitchen.
Strongly she shoved herself away from the walls and
managed to make it out of the kitchen with only a few
bumps and bruises.
Still, she had to admit, the looks upon their faces
and their surprised gasps made her giggle with
satisfaction. She and Darcy did good. She also agreed
that the two of them made a good team.
“Please try and keep it clean!” She shouted, bursting
a sense of control over the fast-paced crew. Shaking
her head lightly, smiling as they grabbed for the
shining pots and pans, Trisha finally walked off
towards the deck-hoping to find her mother. Marge, she
thought, would absolutely love the story! She’d be so
proud, Trisha thought, as she rubbed her throbbing
hands together gently.
“Out of my way!!” Marge roared, catching Trisha’s
attention.
Coming out from the cabins below, Marge entered the
deck with a strong confidence. Rolling up her tunic
sleeves, she made her way for the kitchen. As always.
“Move it, pirates!! Mother Marge is here to cook up a
storm!”
A few cheers bellowed in the kitchen as the bulky
woman entered, shoving aside a few men and
women-heading for the main counters.
“Anyone up for some hot stew, bread, and rice?”
At that moment, screams of joy bellowed throughout the
deck and kitchen, leaving Trisha laughing. She was
happy now. With her mother happily accepting the crew,
and dubbing herself the cook, it made her feel better
about being here-at least she knew her mother wasn’t
trying to get out of here quickly.
“Need help, mama?” She asked, raising a red hand to
gain her mother’s attention. Marge raised a brow but
nodded nonetheless.
“Get on in here, mini me!” She mumbled, waving her
arm furiously for her to come in. Trisha smiled and
scampered back into the kitchen-a place she was always
familiar with as home.
When Ashling had set himself next to him, Vincent
found the silence strange. Still, the vampire didn’t
even look at him. His silver eyes were gone-still the
scarlet eyes remained, peering out into the darkening
sky. His breathing was still rather heavy, but he hid
it rather well by sitting-and the fact that his cloak
cowered over him.
When Ashling had broken the silence, Vincent only
winced.
He wanted to speak, greet him, ask him some
questions-but he was still to angry about earlier, and
rather disappointed in himself. He knew if he spoke,
nothing good would come out. Fury was still boiling
inside of him. The look of disappointment on Darcy’s
face still etched in his mind.
A cold breeze had blown by, pulling at his hair,
shoving it madly in his face. He sighed heavily,
curling his cloak tightly over him-for security, not
for warmth.
The room grew darker and darker, lowering the
temperature drastically. Although the coolness of the
night was rather delightful, the darkness slowly
weighed him down.
Flinching in his sleep, Lain turned his head to the
side unconsciously. Because the sun was dying down,
his sleep became more and more sensitive. Soon he
would be awake, but at the moment, the things he saw
kept his eyes shut.
His hat and coat were carelessly thrown onto the
floor, his boots by the door-his eye patch and pistols
resting on his desk. His messy hair framed his rugged
face, though only made him look more and more like a
bum.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Possible Fate?
A Possible Fate?
By Emsley Livingston
(Inkling)
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(Typos I will fix later)
The day was hot, sun beat down on the grassy training field. A tall man hid in the shade of the trees at the edge of the training field surveyed the trainees carefully and closely. Various younglings of just about every species trained on the field. A young blond high elf aimed an arrow at a target more then eighty feet away a dwarf tested a large war axe. But only a specific youngling caught the man's eye. A tall gangley grey elf stood in the center of a sand sparring ring. The youngling looked equivalent to the human age of sixteen, but being a grey elf he was most likely older then everyone else on the training field. The lad stood in a ready position facing his opponent with a sleek blade sword in his grey hands. His long white hair was pulled back into an elegant braid but with his masculine features he wouldn't be mistaken for a lass. He was strong yet slender as most elves, a glistining layer of sweat set on the boy's brow along with determination as he face is orc opponent. The orc was three time the lad's size but this was not what surprised the man watching him, the elf wore a blindfold but was as confident as ever. The large green orc advanced on the lad holding his equally large war hammer above his head swinging in down towards the elf. With one graceful move the elf dodged the blow and tapped the orc on the back with the flat on his blade. Furious the orc spun around swinging his hammer to hit the elf in the side, but again the elf dodged this time jumping high just at the precise moment so that the hammer swung underneath him. The elf grinned slyly and tapped the orc leg as he gathered his balance from the swing. The elf looked over at a old man,
"Is this really a fair fight master?" the lad's voice was nice and low with a smoothness to it. He had changed so much...
At the elf's question the orc became enraged and let out a large war cry swinging his hammer this time hitting the elf and sending him across the sparring field. The man's heart sank, it was all he could do to keep himself from running and helping the lad up. The lad he had protected so many times, the lad could heal a broken heart with the touch of a hand or the slightest smile. Could the lad he cared for as his own have changed so much, was it possible? The lad still laid in the sand, the orc growled in content but the old man frowned.
"
His breathing was heavy and a trickle of crimson blood crawled down the lad's temple. The man's stomach lurched at the sight of the blood but he had little time to worry over the feeling as the orc rushed at the elf once more. The elf struggled to lift his weapon, as the orc swung his hammer to give the elf another blow in the right side the elf swiftly dragged his sword to his right and planted it firmly into the ground. As the hammer hit the blade the hammer cracked and the elf hardly moved. With his weapon ruined the orc yelled and rush at the elf with his bare hands. The elf lifted his blade and held it firmly, though he could hardly breath, pointed at the orc. The orc abruptly stopped,
"YEILD!" The young elf yelled, the orc grunted but nodded.
"I know when I have lost, you are a more than worthy opponent, my friend." The orc kneeled and bowed his head to show his surrender. The elf smiled weakly and helped the orc up. The old man smiled and nodded just before turning to leave. Once the old man was out of sight and the orc left the sparring field the elf feel to his knees. Throwing his weapon aside he placed his had on the ground and hung his head, he was completely exhausted.
The man shook he head and rubbed his temples, the battle he had just watched was one of the hardest things to watch. The elf stood and walked over the the well just five yards from the man's hiding spot. The well was far from the other training spots and no on was in hearing distance. Merrick hauled up the bucket pouring it completely on himself until it was empty. Throwing it back down the well he waited a second then hauled it back up.
"Are you thirsty my friend?" The young elf was still blindfolded but looked in the man's direction.
The man was confused but didn't answer. Merrick scoffed,
"No one else can see you I asure you, I heard your breathing." The nodded and stepped just bit closer.
"And why is it you where that blindfold my friend?" The boy scoffed again and handed the bucket to the older man.
"Training, but I could ask you why you spy on us trainees." The man grinned and took a drink from the bucket.
"Well met, I was actually observing. I left someone I dearly cared about here a many ages ago, I was hoping to find him though I think he has a long time left." The man's voice was deep and though it sounded quite controlled the lad could detect a slight sadness in it.
"Well If you give me his name perhaps I can locate his were abouts in the records." The man smiled but shook his head,
"I don't believe he would be there, but thank you for the offer and the refreshment, you are quite the fighter. Your master pushes you hard." The lad nodded,
"I need it if I am to join the legions." The man frowned, So that is what they have planned for you.
"Well I must be going lad, take this and if you ever find that lad of mine please be sure he gets it." The man took the lad's grey hand and placed a cold trinket into it, closing the lad's fingers around it he gave the boy a sound pat on the back. The boy blindly looked down and his hand, as it began to grow warm.
"W-wait, what is the lad's name?" The man turned at the boy's question and with a smile he replied,
"Ashling." The boy squeezed the pendant and nodded, the name sounded familiar but he couldn't tell from where. The man's footsteps drifted into the distance and the pendant grew cold. Merrick pulled the silver chain around his neck and tucked the tear shaped pendant into his jerkin.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Search-24:M&SD rp
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Chapter Twenty Four
"His eye on me?" Trisha said in almost a laugh. Still, the obvious flattery appeared on her plain face in a deep shade of red. She tightly pursed her lips together, trying to keep herself from cracking into a bright, giddy smile at the thought. It was true...wasn't it? He had paid an awful lot of attention to her then. Still, it was probably because she was one of the more familiar faces there-aside from Vincent.
Shaking her head lightly, trying to throw herself from such ideas, she looked over at Darcy with a sigh. "I don't dance much. I've got terrible, big feet..." She started, ending her soft chuckle with an abrupt sigh. "Maybe someday, but I much prefer to watch. I enjoy observing rather than experiencing in most cases...because I know the people are happy, and when they are happy, a piece of me is happy, a piece that pretends to be there-but really I'm not. And I am alright with that. Sometimes, there are people who are just meant to sit back and watch," She replied, trying to convince herself. She was failing, but she hoped to make sense to Darcy at least.
In all honesty, Trisha longed for experience, for adventure, and for life. Perhaps, just one day, she'd break the barrier between her and her goals, and finally jump for it.
"Lain is sweet and all," She began again, pulling some loose strands of frizzled curled hair behind her round ears, "But I'm afraid we are much too different." It was true, but she didn't care-but as she thought about him, and their possibilities, Marge's stern face and disapproving voice would always flash before her.
"Anyway, I'm not in a position to be thinking about romancing or anything. Especially with a pirate under 'Her' orders. Romancing at this time just seems pointless these days," She noted, slowly learning more and more about these people, their occupations, and their mission. She didn't like it at all.
Whatever the outcome of this mission, she had a feeling that there was so much more. She had been thinking as well...What did the 'Lady' want Ashling for anyway? What was going on? Why now?
Frowning, Trisha pulled her eyes back towards her empty cup.
"I suppose Vincent is doing the same that I am. He doesn't get too close to people. Falling in love...making friends, it seems almost pointless." She didn't mean to sound so depressing, but Trisha stated her mind nonetheless. It had been bothering her for quite some time.
"What I mean is..." She sighed, "I guess...in this situation, or, 'environment', you could loose so many so quickly-that getting attached probably just gets you hurt real bad. So...maybe that is why Vincent is like the way he is. Maybe that is why I won't dance...I...I really don't know. I don't want to get so close to someone so that they can be taken away..."
Darcy looked away from Tisha, she was right the more you got to know people the harder it was to let them go. Darcy had experienced this first hand, was she getting to involved again? Darcy's mind wandered thinking about what would happen to everyone after the mission was completed. She had already grown to liked Ashling, she couldn't help it he was such a sweet lad. Was she getting to involved? She would have to let him go in the end. She worried about the boy, she could tell he had become very attached to Vincent. How Ashling would react to possibly having to be separated from Vincent deeply worried Darcy.
Darcy stared into space nervously scrubbing the cup in her hand. She hadn't thought about how involved she was getting. Darcy turned and placed the now clean cups she had washed away and silently picked up a dirty pot. Darcy didn't speak, memories and worries clouded her mind as she scrubbed hard at the pot.
"You're right Trisha, the more you get involved the harder it is to let go. I'm getting too involved." Darcy looked up at Trisha and sighed.
"That poor boy, everything he knew got torn from his grasp and yet he still finds something to be glad about." Darcy smiled and chuckled her herself as she pictured Ashling's smiling face.
"But, I guess it is some what right also, to be involved I mean. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy something as long as you've got it and be sad when its gone, than not enjoying it and not having the good memories too? Shouldn't you love someone and love the things you ave as long as you ave um?" Darcy looked up at Trisha her arms covered in soap suds.
"Wouldn't it be better to experience the good times and good things and miss them later on, than never experience happiness those times bring at all?" Darcy shrugged
"Thats just my way of looking at it I suppose. Everyone has a different way of handling things." Darcy set aside the finished pot and grabbed another.
"Lain needs to hire a steward." Darcy observed the messy kitchen once more and wrinkled her nose at the awkward smell of the place.
Trisha had sat in silence, listening to Darcy mutter her thoughts, scrubbing away at pots and pans thoughtlessly. Her pale eyes looked around at the awful, rotting mess. Flies buzzed around carelessly, and spiders crawled in corners-spinning their webs neatly. Darcy was right. Lain needed a steward. Something! Anything.
"He's got such a mess in here..." She added, holding her breath lightly from the scent of rot which filled her nostrils.
"Gross..." She moaned, shaking her head.
Standing slowly, she observed the environment. There were even some dirty clothing stuffed in an old bucket with dirty, cold water-rimmed with grease, floating food, and salt. Dishes piled everywhere too.
"Where's that broom?" She asked, quickly stepping around, pulling a few items off of the counters and cabinets.
"But you know what...." she retraced the conversation. "I am not really sure whether or not we should be attached. Is it better to go it alone? Or know that you have good memories to hold onto in the end? Don't we want life to mean something? With the good and the bad?" Sighing from her confusion and thoughts, Trisha huffed a lightly but smiled when the crooked, old broom came into sight.
"There it is!"
She smiled, and began to pick things up from the floor, placing them on top of the counters and tables, sweeping out some of the old, rotten food left-overs off of the floor. She would eventually start sorting things out.
"Do you think Lain will mind us cleaning his kitchen?" She asked, sweeping some apple cores towards the doorway.
"Or..." She chuckled lightly, sweeping vigorously, "Will he even notice?" She laughed again at the thought. Sometimes that man was so oblivious to surroundings, he'd never even know he had a kitchen! Though, she had to be honest, she was quite anxious to know what he'd think.
"What a way to burn daylight!" She grinned. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed random cleaning till now..." She swept a few curls behind her rounded ear. "What about you?" She asked, curious. "Do you enjoy our little cleaning spree?"
***
Sweat gently slid down his pale cheeks, curving underneath his chin and dropping onto the floor. His concentration was rather intense. He kept his fierce eyes focused only on the sphere, or really-what was inside of it. He could see the ship sailing softly, riding the waves rather loosely in the daylight.
"Anything? At all? Any sight of him?" An anxious voice questioned from behind.
Shrugging, the giant man shook his head in frustration. He was having a hard time staying focused on both the orb and her questions.
"Nothing? Honestly?" She puffed a sigh, heavily shrugging. "How disappointing," she added while pouting out her lips.
"I'm sorry, Milady," He painfully muttered, "I am doing the best I can..."
She nodded, and shoved a pale, elegant hand underneath her chin. She removed her eyes from the man and the orb, starring at the table before her, and the items on top.
"We shall see him soon enough. I am glad they changed course! Now I will finally be able to see him again..."
The man nodded lightly, biting his lip when trying to revert his concentration once more.
"Still. It is foolish for him to come this way..." he spoke up, finally breaking connection with the orb, which slowly transformed into a small silver ball.
"Well. Foolish or not...he is coming. And we will meet again."
"Cheza...." the man moaned, rubbing his chest wearily, his piercing eyes watching her with a bit of worry. "Stop it, Dante. You know I hate it when you try and give me that disappointed look! You are not my father. You are my friend. My Guardian, and my brother. Leave your opinions out of my wishful thinking!" She said with a sigh, and ran cold fingers throughout her scarlet locks.
Dante nodded and took a seat also.
"I still say it is foolish for him to come here...and for you to be looking."
Cheza smiled sweetly, her eyes fading into memories.
"Sometimes, when one has never felt true love, you do not understand the knotting feeling of both dread and admiration that flutters through me! Perhaps someday you'll understand, Dante...but I have to do this. And I need to see him again. Trust me, we shall not regret it! He will be overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings when he sees us again." Dante nodded blatantly.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Crimson Anger-23:M&SD rp
Chapter Twenty Three
Crimson Anger
Trisha tried to calm her crying, being somewhat comforted by Darcy's words and company. When her shaking slightly subsided, she glanced over at the curious elfling. He looked around, at them, and then back at Vincent. Trisha hoped that the vampire wouldn't yell. Not at the boy. He didn't do anything. She still sat where she had been pinned, slowly biting her fingernails nervously, watching as Vincent's angry attitude only seemed to linger.
"I am sorry," she muttered again, only drawing Vincent's attention once more.
Glancing back at her, Vincent's crimson eyes seemed even darker than before. They were continuing to change shades, moving from the bright blood red to a dark, almost black shade. It made him look sick and disgusted-ashamed. Looking away, he scowled loudly at Ashling's presence, and the attention he had gained from such an unfair outburst. Darcy's words struck him as well.
"Just stay out of my way..."
With nothing else to say, Vincent stomped his way out of the kitchen, shoving past Ashling, barely able to look the elf in the face. His heart beat heavily, a passionate cry wanted to scream out. He wanted to say he was sorry, and he wanted to yell even more. He had to get away. Things did not seem to go quite as pleasantly as he had planned. His condition was getting worse, and his hatred for the Lady grew stronger and stronger.
When he was outside in the sun, his body felt weaker. A strange feeling overwhelmed him, much like nausea, and he placed a hand on top of his forehead, shading his eyes from the light before he quickly left for the opposite side of the ship. There he sat in the sun, beside a few barrels, and near several of the sails, giving him at least some shade.
"You fool..." he muttered to himself, biting his fingers in anxiety, until suddenly he drew blood. He glanced down at it, his dark eyes narrowing. Growling, he rubbed the blood onto his trouser, staining them gently. His own blood did not effect him so...upon anyone else, it was a different effect. Sometimes deadly, depending on how he used it. It came in handy from time to time, he had to admit...for the several times he was used by the Great Lady.
When Vincent had gone, Trisha sighed heavily, pushing sweat and tears away from her cheeks, sniffling loudly.
"I feel awful...I'm still so sorry. I shouldn't have said such things about what I don't understand.." She added, and stood up shakily, loosing her balance a few times. When she regained her composure, she looked from Darcy, over to Ashling. She gave a weak smile, hoping to hide the issue from the boy. He needed to trust Vincent, and if anything happened to misplace that trust, it would not be a good thing. Vincent needed him...far more than he could see.
"Need some water? I'll get it for you, sweetie!" Trisha cheerfully squeaked, grabbing a clean cup and placing it underneath the fresh water barrel, pouring some into it. "Here," he said, handing it to him. "We're all fine down here...just me being silly," She admitted, wiping away a few more tears.
Ashling moved out of the way of Vincent. Vincent's anger scared him but he remembered the look in his eyes and knew he was not himself. Ashling cautiously walked in and smiled weakly, he knew Vincent was upset, he seemed to have trouble controlling his feelings. Darcy smiled at Trisha reassuringly,
"Trisha, your fine. I know how you feel, sadly I think Vincent does too. Don't blame yourself." As Ashling gulped down the water, he pretended not to know what the ladies were talking about, but he knew more then they thought. Vincent had lost his temper again, Ashling sat down and stared at his empty cup in thought. Seemed to him that everyone on the ship needed to open up, all the bottled up pasts and emotions were weighing down on everyone. Ashling sighed, how was he going to get everyone to open up? Ashling sat up straight with a bright smile on his face an idea now formed in his head. Climbing off the bench he walked over and hugged Trisha tightly, his head only coming up to her waist. He was short for a little elfling, but then again most grey elves didn't get tall until they reached the age of five thousand. After smiling up at Trisha he whispered,
"Thank you." and walked over to Darcy to give her a small hug. After the hugs Ashling brought his cup and set it with the other dirty dishes walking towards the door he stopped at turned around,
"Goodnight," and with that he trotted off to his room.
As Ashling walked to his room he walked slowly, could small acts of kindness make everyone open up? He doubted it but it couldn't hurt. It seemed like everyone was missing something. Ashling walked slowly and stopped hearing a familiar meow. Excitedly he dashed in through Darcy's open door to see Alewyn pawing at a small book.
"No Alewyn, that's Darcy's you can't get into her stuff." Ashling whispered as he trotted over and picked up the brown cat. Holding her in front of his face he looked into her deep green eyes.
"Can you talk, like Yliester?" The brown cat just meowed and reached for Ashling's grey nose until he held her in a more comfortable position. Ashling looked down and the small leather bound book Alewyn had been playing with the see it was written in Moonshiren. He hadn't read a book in quite a while and he did so love to read. Reaching down with Alewyn still in his arms he began to flip through the pages until a story caught his eye. As he began to read he became intrigued with the story of a young boy who killed a giant of a troll. Sitting down he placed Alewyn in his lap and picked up the book to continue reading. The book was amazing, even though the style of writing was different from that of the elven writings he had read, the story seemed to hold fast to his curiosity, he couldn't put it down.
David, was the youngest of many brothers, was sent to bring his brother's food. His brothers had been sent to defend their homeland in the war against the trolls.
Ashling tilted his head, he had heard of that war told in the Elfish history, but he hadn't heard of David. As Ashling continued to read he became more engrossed. The trolls had a secret weapon a giant troll. He was nine feet tall and wore the armor of dragon scales, everyone was afraid to fight him. When David saw Goliath, the troll, his brothers told him how no one would fight him and that a great reward would be given to the one who defeated him. Ashling read intently as the story took shape in his mind and he placed himself in David's shoes. David, such a young boy had faith in the God which gave him strength. Ashling was confused, he hadn't heard of this God before, In his village he was taught that the Land was alive and took care of them and there was no gods, just the spirits of the land that dwells in all things.
Ashling stopped reading as he heard footsteps down the hall. Closing the book and grabbing Alewyn he scampered out of Darcy's room and to his own. Closing the door behind him he breathed heavily, he hoped it wasn't Darcy who had come down the hall. He felt awful for rummaging through her things. Walking over to his cot he plopped the large cat on the bed next to him and pulled the light blanket over his shoulders. Alewyn turned around three times and then snuggled up close to Ashling purring in his ear as he drifted off to sleep dreaming of the story of David and how it might end.
Darcy smiled as Ashling left the kitchen, there was something about that boy that just brightened up a room, he would be good for Vincent, he would be good for everyone. Sipping the last of her tea, she washed the empty cup along with Ashling's and yawned.
"You know Tisha, I have been thinking, about what you said before Vincent came in. I don't blame you and you shouldn't blame yourself either, but I think...I think we need to get you on the dance floor." Darcy nodded trying to change to mood and get onto a happy subject.
"I think you are mistaken about Lain," Darcy winked,
"At the Inn, he had his eye on you." Darcy smiled and walked over to Trisha nudging her playfully with her elbow and smiling sweetly.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Curiosity-22:M&SD rp
Chapter Twenty Two
Curiosity
"I am sorry that you had to have such a horrible childhood," she murmured lightly, lowering her face so that it tilted downwards toward the table. She felt awful inside, as if she understood her pain...even if she didn't go through what she did. Still, it was such a shame that so many children grew up in such harsh environments and unfair circumstances. She had to admit though, Trisha was quite pleased that Darcy was finally opening up to her. The woman was finally starting to make sense.
Sighing, she took the tea leaf out of the cup when the water had turned to a thick, wine color. She took a moment before sipping some down, trying to think of how she'd respond to Darcy's change in topic.
"Alfred and I met under odd circumstances, I suppose," She began, taking another sip.
"I was probably seven when I met him...and he was, oh, nine. I was getting water from our village well, bringing it back for my father to clean himself up-he had just returned from traveling. Made some trades, I suppose. He was a merchant...a poor one, really." She grinned, just admiring the memories she had.
"However," she began again, shrugging lightly, "I was by myself. When I leaned in to drop the bucket, I heard sobbing in the well. At first I wasn't sure where it had come from...but when I looked down again, I could just barely see his face. He was trying to paddle above the water. He was screaming and all," She sighed. "So I did what I instantly thought. I dropped the bucket with the rope. I told him to grab hold, and when he did I tried my hardest to drag him up. Unfortunately it was hopeless. I was far too weak, and far smaller than he." She scratched her head, taking another sip.
"Then I tried again. And suddenly, a great amount of strength overwhelmed the rope, and he was lifted up effortlessly. When I turned around to see whom it was, it ended up being a tall man with black clothes, silver hair and matching eyes." She dreamily dozed off, sighing lightly. "I had never seen such a beautiful man before..." She smiled, and drank the last bit of tea that had been in her cup.
"And then he dragged him out of the well, dropped him on the floor and just watched us for a simple moment, glaring at us." She shook her head, and crossed her arms. "The man left, and Alfred sat shivering at my feet. He was soaked and nearly unconscious-almost all blue! So, then I struggled to take him back to the inn, but when I made it back, my mother placed him on the table, trying to get that water out of his lungs." She looked at Darcy for a moment, pausing. If Lain had found out she told about this, he'd probably would have smacked her against the head. Still, Darcy had shared so much-it was her turn now.
"When he finally woke up, a few days later, we found out his name was Alfred Hawthorne, and how he had been traveling with a man named Yelain, some exotic medical practitioner...who had been caring for him until he was taken to his grandmother's, but he was just taken off of the streets! Like some...some criminal. Lain said they had shoved him into the well, even though he begged not to...since he's terrified of swimming and all."
Hearing a simple noise, Trisha turned to the doorway. No one was there, so she continued.
"After that he stayed with us until his grandmother was founded. She lived not far from our inn, so we kept in touch often. Although Lain never opened up much. The loss of Yelain was really a break in Lain's sanity, and a few years later, he just disappeared. He just left me...." She frowned. "I didn't think he'd ever return...he did eventually, as Dr. Alfred Hawthorne. We was all impressed," she continued, waving her hands about in gesture. "Till I found out that he was accepted into a society of 'higher power'...the same place my father had placed his trust, the same place you put your trust." She frowned, angrily.
Tears formed in Trisha's eyes, but she held them back as best she could, and quickly changed the subject.
"Lain's the type of guy who dances with women...not inn keeper's daughters," she added a bit pathetically. "But I am okay! As long as I am around him, I feel happy." She smiled and ran her fingers across the rim of the empty tea cup.
"Maybe someday he'll ask me...but until I change from his old, friend, the inn keeper girl, he'll only recognize me as a body taking space. Someday...somehow, I'll change. I'll be somebody." She grinned, a strange beam of light glinting in her pale eyes.
"Someday, I'll be known for something...and I'll do something great." She nodded, standing tall and triumphantly. "But I will never work for her..." She said, glancing at Darcy. "She is a monster."
"I would insist that you be careful of whom you call a Monster, Milady," added a voice from the doorway suddenly. Standing there, Vincent watched them both, spying unexpectedly. He had come up to the kitchen for his own purposes, not expecting to find the two ladies sitting and chatting.
"All kinds of things have ears, Trisha...and they do not hesitate to report such heresy to the Great Lady. She would be very displeased to know that the daughter of a man whom once served her has slandered against her." Vincent half smiled. He was honestly quite impressed and amused by her disgust for the Great Lady. For such a simpleton as she, he did not expect such a passion against the lady from her.
"She just may request an audience with you..." He added, more teasing than threatening. She just frowned, sitting back down.
"I do not care. I hope that one day I can be face to face with her...and tell her exactly how I feel. I want her to know that I am angry with her. It's all her fault he's dead. And I don't want to see anything happen to any of you all." Vincent was touched, but just rolled his eyes, stepping in further.
"Your noble acts will not save you from her wrath," he added lightly, and took a cup from next to her.
"Neither will serving her..."
Vincent nodded. That was true. There was no where to run once you were entangled in her web. But Vincent had to serve her. He had to...
"At least she rewards those who try."
"No, what she does is lie, and then make you pay her price by destroying your sanity, and your life. She's a monster. Like I said. And there is no proof that she has a cure for you. I don't know why you believe her. I think she is a complete phony!"
Before Trisha could utter another word, Vincent's anger had instantly boiled over. Quickly he lashed across the table, and threw his hands on her face, shoving her back, pinning her to the wall. His eyes had turned scarlet, and they had intensified. With his sharp claw-like fingers prickling her skin, Trisha gawked, and slowly began to tremble. Tears had streamed from her eyes and fell onto his cold fingers.
"You may not understand why we joined her, but it was never for her! Never!" He roared, shaking her gently. "It was all for them! The ones we loved. The ones we lost-all of it. We do it all for our families, for our loves...for our memories. Things we can never have back-things she promised we'd discover. She promised us a whole lot! And we did what we had to...but never for her. Though she may believe it. I never did it for her...I had a life that I lost because of me. Because of me...and she offered to give it back. Although I hate her methods, and I cannot stand being some puppet, I want my life back...And if she knows how I can get it back, then I will serve her to my best ability in hopes to getting back what I so blindly gave away. If you only understood! We went in for our reasons, and now we want out-but we can only do that by serving her. Just don't you ever forget that never have I met anyone who ever did it for her..."
Finally he let her go. With his own hands shaking, Vincent huffed and breathed heavily, trying to air out his anger and compose himself. Although he seemed calmer, his eyes had never changed back. Quickly he turned his back on them and headed for the doorway, leaving Trisha and Darcy. Trisha sat sobbing, glaring.
"I-I...I'm s-sorry..." She mumbled, and looked at Darcy. "I'm sorry...."
Darcy jumped as Vincent pinned Trisha to the wall, Vincent's mood scared her only when blood was around had she seen him like this, he usually kept is emotions hidden. After Vincent released her Darcy walked over to Trisha and kneeled down and trying to calm her down. Darcy turned and scowled at Vincent,
"She has suffered too Vincent, everyone has their demons. She is lucky she doesn't understand." Darcy frowned at Vincent as he turned away. She knew how he felt and she knew how Trisha felt also, she had also lost someone because of the "great lady" if she could be called great. Darcy brought Trisha's tea over to her and sat down next to her.
"Are you alright? Don't be sorry, you just don't understand, please don't ever understand! If you did then you would have to be in her service." Darcy wrapped her cape about the terrified Trisha and gave her a gentle hug. She had to admit she was scared by Vincent's outburst, he may have more demons to battle them some but that didn't give him a reason to act like he did towards Trisha.
Ashling shot up in his bed hearing the crash come from the kitchen. Peeking out into of his room Ashling tiptoed down the hall until he came to doorway of the kitchen to see Vincent looming over him. Ashling smiled nervously up at Vincent and stepped aside to peek into the kitchen. He could see Darcy and Tisha huddled near the wall, both looked upset. Ashling looked up at Vincent he could tell he was angry or something had happened because his eye were crimson. Ashling hoped he hadn't made Vincent more mad by leaving his bedroom, but he couldn't help having unnaturally good hearing and the curiosity of a six year old. Ashling clutched the blood tear necklace that now glowed warmly as he looked up at Vincent. He braced himself for a scolding, He remembered what had happened last time he left his room when he was supposed to be asleep. Ashling smiled innocently, hoping to lessen Vincent's anger,
"I...was thirsty? I didn't have drink with dinner." Ashling winced hoping Vincent would believe him.
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The bustling on the ship tugged at the tall man's patience, a ship full of outcasts and dumb witted creatures was not the man's opinion of an ideal crew. The man sat in the Captain's cabin even though it didn't belong to him. He was in charge but he couldn't run a ship. Looking over the map the man plotted the best and quickest route to overtake his target. He was good at what he did, he got things done quickly and efficiently but this time it was slightly different. He didn't have much to work with except a good ship and a horrible crew and only a few weeks to accomplish his goal. Once prepared for the journey they would set sail, that would a week, with such an inefficient crew.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Dwelling on the past-21:M&SD rp
Chapter Twenty One
Dwelling on the Past
Darcy heard Trisha but she didn't want to answer, she just wanted to sleep without the nightmares. Darcy shook her head at Trisha's question, she was utterly confused at how the blood got on her hand, it scared her and she just wanted to forget. Darcy looked up at Trisha, tucking her white curls behind her ears and wiping her eyes with her sleeve. After taking a deep breath she tried to smile, but it was no use.
"I-I'm fine, just another nightmare." Darcy averted her eyes from Trisha, she felt like such a burden and like a child. Only children had nightmares, why had her's come back? Darcy looked over a the pale red water and another tear rolled down her cheek.
"I...I don't have normal dreams." Darcy didn't usually open up and she hadn't planned to but she felt as if Trisha deserved an explanation. Every since Darcy could remember her dreams and nightmares always held a bit of reality. Either they showed something from the near future, something from her or someone elses past or like the one she just had, left her with some object when she awoke.
"I didn't scream did I? Did wake you? I am so sorry about waking everyone at the inn the other night." Darcy looked up at Trisha and wiped her eyes, after another deep breath she pulled the bucket closer to her and looked inside. She could see her reflection and it made her scoff,
"Scary sight aren't I? Darcy wiped her eyes again and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I'm sorry to have worried you, Trisha. I am only dwelling on the past more then I should."
Trisha's natural concern had sunk in. Sitting herself down next to Darcy, she placed her arm around Darcy's shoulder, trying to make her feel comforted. She hoped it helped...she never really was the most encouraging person, but she tried!
"You didn't wake me up, Miss Darcy..." Trisha added softly, trying to add a smile on her concerned face. "I simply could not sleep. I felt something wasn't quite normal-guess I was right," She chuckled softly.
Watching her closely, she felt rather sad for her. Trisha use to have nightmares, when she was little. Still, although they were nothing like Darcy's, which seemed to possess more prophetic ability than simply being scary, Trisha could still remember what those nightmares were like. It was painful, and usually consumed your thoughts.
"Nightmares are such a terrible thing," She said, patting Darcy's shoulder gently. "You don't need a reason or excuse to cover up that they frighten you. That is what a nightmare does. It frightens people, even if you're the strongest, most brave person. Everyone has fears. Everyone has nightmares, and everyone gets scared. There is simply nothing we can do to stop them, but don't feel like you need to cover it up, or hide from them. We all understand. At least...At least I do."
Trisha had suddenly wanted to give her a giant hug. Although she was trying to reach out to people, trying to possibly make friends, she felt like Darcy, being one of the ONLY girls, could really understand her, and maybe appreciate being around her.
"And about the
"And I don't think you're scary," She added with a smile, wiping away another tear from Darcy's cheek. "I just think you're being real." She sighed, and gently stretched her long toes, wiggling them constantly.
"But I do think that what's scary is the snoring my mother does! She sounds like a troll! I'll never know if one's sneaking up on me, or if my mother is simply snoring...." She chuckled, just thinking about it, and played a fake shiver.
"I hope that makes you feel better," Trisha tried to encourage her to the best she could. Still, she didn't blame Darcy for being upset. Nightmares were so degrading, and especially if it has to do with the past. Trisha had her own past problems, but none of them probably reaching Darcy's.
"You know...if you ever need anyone to talk to, another girl, about anything, please. I'm a good listener! And I never tell! I'm usually not a very good...talker or encourager, but I do listen. I know the past is behind you, but I think that you'll always dwell on it, especially it something traumatic happened, something that will also shape your future. In most cases, it would be stupid to just forget about it-other wise those feelings, those lessons, everything you would have learned would have been gone. At least that's how I look at it.."
She shrugged, and turned to look about. The sun was shining pleasantly, even if it was bright and unusual. Sleep slowly began to return, even though she sat at Darcy's side, feeling as if this was why she had woken. She usually had feelings when someone was upset. She was quite empathetic.
Vincent dozed in and out of consciousness, barely getting any sleep. That was unusual. For a vampire, he hardly slept-he was usually too busy, or already use to the fact of being worn out that sleep almost seemed irrelevant to his lifestyle. Still, he hid in the dark, mostly to escape the scorching son that taunted him, burning his eyes and making him feel quite uneasy and sick. At least he could still function during the daylight. He was so fed up with all of the stories about vampires turning into ash when sunlight kissed their skin. Such rubbish! However, he had to admit, some of the theories were quite amusing.
He sat uncomfortably on the floor, in a corner of the ship down in the darkest, coldest room-the lowest section of the ship-a storage room. It was damp, loud, and rather suffocating, but he enjoyed it quite a lot. It was a perfect place for him. He felt cold, refreshed, and alive in the dark, like almost all of the Moonshire folk.
Sitting there, he held in his hands a small necklace. It was the black rose. The pendent felt cold and soft against his fingers, and he frowned lightly, pondering about Cheza, and the necklace. Dante had warned him about the village, telling him not to get too involved...but he knew something else was going on. The look in his eyes was serious, and plotting. Something was going on...She was planning something. Most likely it would be of ill-purposes.
Still, he missed her face, her voice, her personality-her eyes...those eyes that burned in his mind. They were captivating, almost identical to Darcy's...except for color, of course.
When he had looked at her, dancing, for a moment, he had pictured Cheza. That idea had only frightened him, and for the rest of the night, and day, he had hid down there, avoiding anyone. Everyone.
It was going to be such a strange journey...at least they weren't going to the village. Avoiding Dante would be very pleasant, he thought, while placing the black rose necklace into the pouch in his tunic.
Darcy smiled at Trisha's embrace, she hadn't had a friend that should could truly talk to for such a long time. Darcy wiped her tears away and chuckled at the thought of Marge's snoring.
"Thank you Trisha, I haven't had someone I could really talk to in a long time." As the sun rose higher Darcy rubbed her temples, she was completely exhausted. Standing up she carried the bucket of bloody water and dumped the liquid over the edge of the ship into the water below. Watching the water Darcy ran her fingers through her hair and sighed.
"Well, I can't stand feeling useless and I can't sleep." Darcy walked back over to Trisha,
"Are you hungry? I don't cook as well a Marge but I can cook a few things and I can make a cup of hot tea. No one should be in the kitchen." Darcy smiled pushing the nightmare out of her mind, she knew she shouldn't shove her memories away, it would only make it worse. She just couldn't think on it when it was so fresh in her mind.
Darcy held out her elbow for Trisha to put her arm in and winked,
"And we need to talk about the other night, everyone danced but you, even Vincent. We are going to have to get you on the dance floor."
"How have you escaped my grasp so many times?"
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"The Elite have failed me,
"Yes sire,"
"And Sodom, send the shifter with the ship and I want...captives alive, the weapon is to be unharmed. "
"Captives sir?"
"The Elite that returned have informed me they have a Mage and several other...useful passengers aboard. Anyone high ranking in "Her" forces will be quite useful. "
"It will be done as you command, milord." With that
"Tea sounds great, actually," Trisha replied with a smile, and pulled several strands of curly brown hair behind her ears. Placing her arm in between Darcy's elbow, she giggled as they made their way for the kitchen. Luckily Darcy was right. When they entered, no one was there. Trisha liked the loneliness of the kitchen. Although she admired Lain very much, the crew was still quite frightening to her. Trisha wasn't yet use to such people all in one place, and all working together.
Looking around the kitchen, Trisha noticed how messy it was. Obviously the captain had no respect for cleanliness, which, just by looking at him, was true. Smiling as best she could, Trisha took a seat at a small, slanting bench, pushing aside a few dirty, smelly dishes.
"Need any help making the tea?" She asked, looking around, hoping to find some proper tools needed. It was such a wreck! It seemed almost impossible to find anything in there! Anything clean anyway.
"About the dancing....you danced so lovely out there! It was so beautiful, so, so festive!" She grinned in remembrance. "I've never been to any festive events before. Although it seemed like a sudden thing, it sure was fun to watch."
Naturally she clouded her reasons for not dancing behind her shyness, trying to keep it focused mostly on Darcy. She didn't like troubling people about herself. True, she shared hardships, but she felt that most of her life was uneventful or...useless.
"And I must say, Vincent danced quite well out there too. He had his eyes on you," She sighed lightly, tilting her head lightly. "And Alfred-I-I mean LAIN! Lain...he danced well. He always danced quite well...when he wants to." She sighed once more, transfixed on Alfred back when they were younger. Suddenly memories of Alfred Hawthorne came back to her. Apparently it was a day of memories. She wiped them away from her mind, turning back to glance at Darcy.
"So, tell me a little about yourself? If you don't mind...where did you grow up? Or more importantly, why do you work for the Great Lady?" When she had asked about the Great Lady, there was a stern, serious, almost interrogative tone in her voice. She seemed like a completely different person. Her eyes had turned sharp and watched her closely, not threateningly, but closely. Her attention was fixed upon her. She wanted to know.
Darcy raised her white eyebrow at the mess of the kitchen, rummaging around for a pot Darcy talked and listened while she looked.
"I don't dance very well actually, I was mostly being twirled and passed, slow dances are easier though." Darcy felt her cheeks flush at Trisha's observation about Vincent, it is quite hard not to look at you dancing partner but Darcy knew that wasn't what Trisha meant. However Darcy decided not to give a comment, she assumed it was the hypnotic music Ashling had played and left it at that.
"Lain did dance well, but I must say I was quite disappointed he didn't ask you to dance, but then again I don't suppose Marge would have let him." Darcy chuckled, she had by now found a million pots, finding a clean one was the hard part. Darcy froze at Trisha's last question, about her past. Darcy's had a tragic past ever since she had started working for the Great Lady, which she had done at an unusually young age.
"I grew up actually in both Moonshire and Solarhaven, traveling back and forth between the two. Though I must say the ships I rode on were much cleaner then this." Darcy let out a triumphant squeal at finally finding a clean pot. Filling the clean pot with water and placing it on the wood burning stove, Darcy turned and began washing the million dirty dishes while she talked. She couldn't sit still especially when talking about her past.
"My mother was Solarhavian and my father Moonshiren, sadly my parents died when I was five, from then on I was passed from relative to family friend, anyone that would take me in. Unfortunately no one wanted me for long." Darcy scrubbed hard as she talked.
"After losing my parents I was always angry or sad and my abilities ran a muck. My family had been associated with the great lady before I was born, so I knew about her and got involved with her when I was twelve." Darcy sighed and took a deep breath pausing from her arm tiring task to look over at Trisha.
"I heard so many things about her, I thought she could help me gain control of my abilities. Of coarse I had to do something for her in return." Darcy sighed and placed the now clean pot aside and got up to tend to the tea. Pouring the water into two mugs Darcy dropped a large red leaf into each cup.
"Garpen leaves, they make the best tea, quite strong though be sure to take it out when the water is a dark wine color." Darcy grinned as she set the cup in front of Trisha and sat down beside her on the bench.
"Anyway, the great lady did help me gain control of my powers and had me trained but of coarse I am now bound to her services." Darcy shrugged.
"Thats pretty much my childhood." Darcy gazed at her tea as steam rose from the cup, she had never explained or really gone over her childhood like that before. It felt good to get it off her chest.
"How about you Trisha, Have you always lived on Anari? And Lain, how you met him must be and interesting story." Darcy smiled at Trisha hoping Trisha wouldn't revert the subject back to herself. Darcy grabbed the long stem of the leave and pulled it out of her wine colored tea, discarding the leaf she blew the steam from her tea and took a long sip just before taking deep breath.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Dream or Reality?-20:M&SD rp
Chapter Twenty
Dreams of Reality
The sun wasn’t long from rising, and the crew's eyes felt droopy. With a select few taking care of the deck, Lain was able to go to his cabin-room and rest as day approached. He was awfully worn out! All that dancing and rum! He had sipped on so much rum last night. Trisha, at one point in the night, had to take away his drinks-telling him he'd pass out. Which eventually he did, now that he lay on his bed, his boots carelessly scattered on the floor.
The rest of his clothes, except for his black trousers, were thrown across the cabin room as well, but Christopher sat on the desk.
Snoring loudly, Lain tossed and turned in his sleep. His headache had returned, but was bearable at least. He had a few dreams, or maybe, maybe they were visions-delayed foresight from his eye. He didn't know...all he knew was that it consisted mostly of himself, Vincent and...Ashling. Then Darcy appeared, and the twins! Even Trisha and Marge...and...and a face. Someone's face-he felt he could recognize it, but he didn't. Tossing lightly again, Lain stirred from his sleep, feeling a cold hand on his bare shoulder.
"Wha-uh. What are you doing up?"
Standing in front of Lain, Chancy glanced down at him, her impish black eyes glinted spookily, starring down at him.
"I've been having a thought, captain..." She addressed him, pulling back a few rough locks of clomped greenish hair behind her long thin ears.
"And?" Lain asked drowsily, rubbing his eyes roughly.
"I think we should change course. Instead of going to the main docking port in Solarhaven, we should go to that one village! It's cheaper docking, nicer folks-and less officials to give us a hard time." Lain arched a brow, sighing heavily.
"And it's is further away from our destination, Chancy..."
"I know! But, but it's cheaper. Probably easier for all of us Moonshire folk-we won't have to deal with all of the officials watching our every move. I know the Great Lady has us protected, but that doesn't mean your kind ain't quick to find a reason to throw us out, or worse, in jail."
Lain huffed loudly, rubbing his temples furiously. News like this always dampened his spirits. Why couldn't things be simple?
"Fine. It it's cheaper, then let it be."
Chancy squealed with excitement and left his room in a hurry. Scampering into her own quarters, she laid down upon her hammock and fell asleep, her grin never leaving her face.
Lain closed his eyes once more, grumbling. He didn't like it when people pointed out his differences. Still, it wasn't important. He was now considered one of his crew-one of the dark folk. He quite liked it. It was simply far more fun.
Darcy smiled, watching Ashling sleep, after a few minuets in the silence of Ashling's room she finally left closing the door quietly behind her. She was dead tired, but she knew she would not be able to sleep long and she would only awaken everyone else. Quietly she walked up the stairs that led to the upper deck. The deck looked empty with the exception of a few deck hands tending to things. It was late the sun had risen high in the sky causing Darcy to squint. Walking over to the railing of the ship she watched the water silently. The sun light hit her white air and like it did with the moonlight it seemed to glow only now with a burning tint. Darcy rested her dark hands on the railing and leaned over looking at the water. It was all she could do to stop herself from jumping in. Darcy quickly stood up as she felt her self dozing off. She desperately needed sleep, but she desperately didn't want to sleep. She didn't want to see him die again. Darcy turned and sunk to the ground leaning her back against the railing of the ship. She ran her dark fingers through her white locks and took a long deep breath. She couldn't help it but she began to drift into sleep.
As she fell deeper into the dark abyss, her head rested on her knees that she hugged against her chest. Her white curls fell in front of her face almost completely covering her small figure as she slept. Her dreams started to take shape, Ashling came into view, with his precious smile as he put his little flute to his grey lips. The slow tune echoed through her dreams, the notes danced lighting up the air she watched herself dance. She spun about and danced with Vincent and then was passed to Gabe. Gabe smiled sweetly and soon passed her to Eli, she felt as if she was dancing on clouds and then she was twirled again. When she looked up to see her dance partner her heart stopped.
Ilar held her dark hand in his strong pale one; he smiled and placed his other hand on her waist as he began to lead her in the dance. She couldn't take her eyes off his; his emerald green eyes twinkled as he smiled down at her. His lips didn't move put his voice joined Ashling's flute and sung magnificently. She could no longer see anything else around them except for him as he spun her, always bringing her back to him. Butterflies fluttered in Darcy's stomach when he smiled and she felt as if she was flying. When the music finally stopped he bent down and gently kissed her forehead and then bowed low and kissed her hand.
"Please don't leave me, Ilar." Darcy pleaded her eyes brimmed with tears. Ilar only smiled and wiped a white tear from her cheek with his finger.
"I cannot stay, love. You have a job to do; there are others that need you more then me."
"But I need you." At her words Ilar smiled and kissed her forehead once more. Darcy could feel the warmth of his lips on her skin as if the dream were reality as it sent a warm burning throughout her body.
"You are strong, Darcelyn. The lad is not, not yet. He and others need you as well." Darcy froze as he grew pale. She looked down at his stomach to see blood begin to stain his tunic. Darcy gently placed her hand on his wound and winced as she felt his pain and his blood covered her dark hand. Darcy looked up at him and his smile faded. Before she could catch him, Ilar fell backwards into the darkness of Darcy's dream.
Darcy awoke and sat up, tears streaming down her face. Her hand felt warm as she looked down the hand that had touched Ilar's wound was covered in fresh warm blood. Darcy stood in panic, she hand no wounds but yet there was blood on her hand, had the dream been partially reality? Darcy quickly ran to a bucket and dunked her hand in the water. The blood left her hand and turned the water a pale red color. Darcy fell to the ground and wept into her hands. Tears dripped down her arms and silent sobs left her mouth. She could hardly stand his death, but why did she have to experience it so many times?
Lord why must you take him from me again and again?
Trisha felt as if she would never fall asleep. For hours she sat in the bed, tossing and turning, counting the numerous times her mother snored and gargled at the same time. Why was she unable to sleep? The poor girl could not even answer that. The previous night had been so wonderful! She enjoy all the music and dancing, and just being in such fine company. Her life felt as if it was changing-drastically.
Without spending another minute in the boring cabin room, Trisha rolled out of the bed quietly, and grabbed for her plain cream dress and quickly walked out of the room. She silently closed the door behind her, hoping that not a single creak would sound-for fear her mother would wake and order her to sleep.
Trisha silently passed through the hallway, hoping that no one would stir from their sleep and exit the room, questioning her. She couldn't help it! She had a natural curiosity! Much like her father...who was no longer with them. For so many years, she had been forced to be obedient and silent-maybe even shy, all for protection. Her mother desperately wanted to protect her, but Trisha always felt she was holding her back. She admired Alfred so much! His life was filled with legends and stories, and he was making something out of his life...she always wanted that.
When she reached the deck, she winced and threw her hand over her eyes. The sunlight was piercing, almost. It was warm against her skin, blinding her eyes, and yet felt so lovely. Perhaps because it was her natural draw towards it.
"What you doing up?" One of the late watchers asked, pulling some rope from behind the girl. Trisha just shrugged and quickly moved along, minding her own business until suddenly she stopped.
Spotting Darcy, curled up and crying, Trisha felt her heart weight heavily. Walking over, rather briskly, she called out to her, hoping the mage was alright.
"Miss Darcy? You alright?" She asked, and kneeled down to her side when she reached her. "Why are you crying?" She asked, worriedly and placed a hand on her knee gently. "Are you hurt?"
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Familar Tune?-19:M&SD rp
Chapter Nineteen
Familiar Tune
The gorgeous music moved Vincent deeply. It sounded like memories, memories that flooded his mind all too quickly, leaving him to make the decision now. He felt relieved with Darcy's open options, but as she stood, and the seducing music continued, he found himself standing, almost involuntarily.
He kept cool about it. His face became emotionless, but aware, and he walked slowly toward her, outstretching his hand for hers.
"Still care for a dance?" He asked, his deep voice cutting off the sound of the other men groaning in disappointment. Lain stood back smiling. He was proud of him, but even more proud of Ashling and his persistence. The elf was going to come in handy, Lain noted. He could get the old vamp to do just about anything! Or so it seemed. He placed a hand on the boy's head lightly, trying not to disturb his brilliant music.
"Good job, kid," he added, chuckling afterwards.
Vincent kept his eyes focused on hers, awaiting her answer.
Trisha watched happily. She always enjoyed events! Dancing, singing, music-anything other than the boring tavern. She was truly grateful to be out of there. Perhaps she'd live to see an adventure. Before long, Trisha made her way towards Lain and Ashling, a sweet smile on her thin face.
"He's so brave!" She noted Vincent, which only sent Lain into hysterical laughter. Trisha blushed. His laugh was so adorable, so warming, and so heartfelt. Something most pirates, or most men rarely had.
"Well...maybe not brave," she corrected, giggling softly.
Darcy smiled sweetly and curtsied before she gently placed her dark hands into Vincent's, her white curls fell about her and seemed to glow in the moonlight. The twins clenched their fist and wanted so badly to interrupt and steal Darcy away, but the music, Darcy's smile and her sparkling eyes seemed to soothe their nerves and they could only sit back and watch. Ashling would have smiled enormously but he wouldn't have been able to play then so he continued as he watched Darcy and Vincent begin to dance. Ashling looked around him as he played, he couldn't be more happy. He felt like he had a family again, sure the family wasn't ideal but he wouldn't want a different one. He was sure Darcy's presence would change everyone on the ship though he wasn't sure why, he only grew happier as he felt the comforting heat that radiated from the blood necklace under his tunic.
Darcy laughed to herself, she had honestly thought that Vincent wouldn't give in. As the music took wing,,the dance seemed to come naturally as if the music controlled the steps. The song seemed so familiar like something from a dream, Darcy couldn't put her finger on it but she felt like she had heard this song before.
Gracefully Vincent guided the dance, elegantly placing his footwork, almost as if his very feet had been enchanted by the song. Ashling could play such wonders! His music was truly quite brilliant. Vincent admired that. Gently he would twirl her, almost on cue with the music. Her silky curls just danced in the air, adding a white elegance around them as they danced.
He could tell that the twins were angry, or maybe even jealous. Vincent could only smile, and he did just that. A smile played upon his face. The music was so uplifting! Naturally Vincent was surprised that he had given in as well. He was sure that he would have found a way out! But Ashling persisted, and Vincent was having a hard time telling the boy no. He was becoming too involved.
The very thought of getting involved ruined his concentration. Nearly tripping over his own feet, Vincent stumbled slightly, but picked up his step once more, focusing on the dance. When he placed his eyes up towards her, he felt a sudden stop in his heart. Her eyes. Those familiar eyes. Blinking away once more, he tried to focus again, dancing until finally the song had ended.
It seemed like eternity-but a good one. The song was an everlasting melody-and for some reason, Vincent felt comfort from it...but something was there. Something familiar? No, he couldn't be sure. Still, when the dance ended, he bowed low and slowly walked away-the other men quickly crowding in around her.
Without returning to his barrel seat, Vincent left the deck, heading for one of the cabin rooms. Lain watched curious, scratching his fuzzy chin gently.
"Interesting..." He added, but turned his attention back to the male crew surrounding Darcy.
"Boys! Give her some room, sheesh! It's not like you ain't never seen no girl before!" He added with a chuckle. Still, all the girls they had met would've fooled them for feminine men...but Darcy, and in the dress? She was so beautiful.
Darcy watched Vincent leave until she felt and hand squeeze her arm. Turning to look up at Gabe Darcy smiled as Gabe nodded towards Ashling but the lad wouldn't give anyone else the satisfaction of a slow song. As the night grew old, Darcy's feet grew sore and tired, no doubt there would be consequences for dancing so much in the next eve. After five more lively dances Darcy finally gave in and to everyone's dismay refused to dance. Ashling was growing drowsy but he played a few more songs as the others danced ,but he soon gave in too and Darcy walked him to bed. Darcy laughed at Ashling's tired clumsiness, he had a long day and was such a brave boy. She only hoped she could do more to help him forget his worries. As Ashling scrambled into bed he struggled to keep his eye lids open,
"Thank you Darcy." Darcy smiled and brushed the silk white strands out of his face.
"For what, love?" Ashling smiled,
"For dancing with Vincent, he needed it." Darcy just smiled in reply she marveled at the observant young lad, he seemed to have a way with knowing people.
"Darcy, will you stay for a little while? Until I fall asleep?"
"Of coarse, love, just close your eyes." Darcy knealed by Ashling's bed and stroked his hair while she hummed the slow song Ashling had played for Vincent. Ashling smiled recognizing the tune,
"My mother used to sing me that song, thats...thats why I chose it." Darcy felt tears brim in hers eyes at Ashling's words. The poor lad had been through so much and yet he was so brave. Darcy began to sing the song, she had heard it before and the words seemed to roll off her tongue dancing just as beautifully as when Ashling had played it on his flute.
"You sing...pr-pretty." the small whisper was all Ashling could manage before the song dragged him into sleep. Darcy continued as if the song demanded to be finished, her words drifted through the quiet air of the room.
"I will be here, always for you,
You whom I forever love,
Nothing can keep my love from you,
You whom I forever love," Darcy's voice danced through the air just as melodically hypnotizing as when it was played, it was as if the song was a spell. Memories came to Darcy's mind as she sung, happy and sad, recent and old.
"You will be precious, always to me,
You who I forever love,
You are my darling, will forever be,
The one whom I'll forever,
Love...." The last note hung in the air enchantingly causing a single tear to roll down Darcy's cheek.
Even as Ashling slept he could hear Darcy;s siren like voice that joined his mother's.
I'm safe now mother and happy, I'm so very happy mother. I don't know what will happen next but I know I am content and I feel loved, I don't feel alone anymore. Ashling dreamed about his mother's smile and her beautiful laughter and then he began to see Darcy's smile and her laughed echoed through his mind.
She is not so different from you mother.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Afraid to Dance?-18:M&SD rp
Chapter Eighteen
Afraid to Dance?
Vincent had taken a seat as soon as Ashling had pulled out his warbler and had begun to play. Silently he watched as Darcy was snatched off by the twins; they were twirling and moving about gracefully. He could not hide the grin that nudged his lips, finally emerging with a special glint in his silver eyes. Certainly she seemed happy, and because Darcy was, Vincent could tell that Ashling was. At the moment, Ashling's well-being was to be above all others.
"Dance with me!" Cried a few of the crew, admiring Darcy and her elegant steps-her hair bouncing left and right, glinting like the reflection of the moon upon the darkened sea. Vincent admired her. She was beautiful, strong, and so mysterious-and yet very capable of protecting the boy. It was good to have another, if not a betterer. He was not sure what he would do if something happened to himself-or if he could not help himself from another 'episode'.
The Great Lady was smart, he thought. She had sent him a superior in this business, one who could get the job done at any cost. At least he had some comfort now, as he sat there, doubting himself.
Ashling's melodious song continued, Darcy danced, and the twins impressed the current females working on the ship. It was a pleasant moment, but Vincent found himself phasing out once again.
"Why don't you go dance with her, twinkle-toes," Lain's voice interrupted Vincent's phasing once again. Startled, Vincent peered up at Lain who had been standing next to him, grinning at him impishly.
"Excuse me?" Retorted, arching a brow-a befuddled expression piercing his face. Lain only chuckled and slapped his hand roughly against Vincent's back, nearly shoving him off of his barrel seat.
"Go on, have a dance!" Vincent shook his head.
"You're a horrid tease. No, I won't..."
Lain frowned and kneeled down, nudging Vincent's shoulder with his own. The grin on his face only grew and grew into a devious plot. The vampire felt his face flush lightly.
"No....Why don't you go dance with her! You seem eager to, Alfred." Lain cringed and stood nodding. "Fine," and before he left Vincent's side, he smacked the vampire's head, adding a rather surprised expression upon Vincent's face.
"So immature..." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. Secretly he laughed. Lain brought out the strangest feelings in a person-whether for good or for worse. He was a good friend, and a horrid enemy.
Quickly dodging a few of the crew, Lain quickly stepped up to Darcy, grabbing her hand that had been waving about from a previous spin someone had sent her in. He smiled, rubbing her palm with his thumb. "Allow me a turn?" He asked, winking with his one good eye. "I promise I'll dance like a good, old fashion soberman." He smiled, removing his hat-trying to appear propper, which was impossible with his hair, and grubby, stinky clothes.
Vincent just shook his head, grinning lightly. He had to admit, dancing wouldn't have been so bad. Still, Vincent wasn't about to be thought of as a fool. No one liked him much anyway. He'd keep separate, keep to himself. He didn't want to get attached...not anymore than he already was. He glanced at Ashling, smiling.
Darcy giggled and curtsied to Lain placing her hand in his and continuing with the lively dance. As she twirled her white dress spun with her curls and her purple eyes sparkled. The twins watched silently, they weren't sure they trusted Lain, but then again they didn't trust anyone but themselves dancing with Darcy. Ashling played beautify, and skillfully too. He seemed as if he could go on for hours. He looked at Vincent while he played and nudged him with his foot with a gesture towards the dancing, as if telling him to join in. Ashling frowned and gestured again, trying to get Vincent to dance. As he came to the end of the song Darcy almost fell down onto the barrel next to Ashling, the twins along with many crew members pestered her for another dance.
"Let me catch my breath first!" She pleaded, placing her hand above her chest as she steadied her breathing. Ashling removed the flute from his lips and took a breath also, though the dancing was far from over.
"You play beautify, Ashling" Darcy still breathed hard, Ashling smiled,
"As you dance," Darcy blushed,
"Mostly I am being twirled," She chuckled. Ashling turned his head to Vincent and smiled,
"Do you not like to dance Vincent?" Ashling made a sad looking face and looked down at his warbler,
"Or is it my song? I know others! Would you like me to play a different kind Vincent?" Ashling made a face that looked sincerely worried that Vincent had not liked his music. Darcy tried to hide her smile, she had been around children enough to know Ashling was acting, but whether Vincent knew that she doubted. Even if he did know she had a feeling Ashling would have a tug on the Vampire's heart. The twins each grabbed one of Darcy's hands and tried to urge her to dance.
"Please, my feet need just a moments rest." The boys grumbled impatiently.
Ashling's nudges and expressions confused Vincent. He wasn't sure what to say, or think. All he knew was that the beautiful music had stopped, and the lovely dance had ended as well. Even though the men crowded around her, when she spoke, she spoke as if no one else was there. Her voice carried elegantly, Vincent noticed.
Glancing up at her eyes, he had froze for just a moment. Her eyes. They were so familiar. So...spectacular. Blinking away, he turned quickly to Ashling and smiled, almost nervously.
"Your playing fascinates me, Ashling. You play quite well. Nothing is wrong with the song," He added, clearing his throat, which only made Lain chuckle softly.
"Vinny, you scared to dance?" Lain asked, adding a large amount of passion on the word scared. Vincent shot a daring stare at Lain, warning him not to go too far. The pirate only strengthened his smile.
"I am not scared....I just do not dance to fast tuned songs." He admitted quickly, and looked down at his feet. His pointed boots glinted lightly.
"Oh, well, I'm sure Ashy here can play you a slower tune, right? Got any romancy songs, Ashy?" Lain asked, persistent also in getting the vampire to open up! Just to live a little. Maybe his depression would subside. That would be a blessing.
"I....No, no, please. I do not dance well."
"Lies!" Lain managed to bellow, patting a heavy hand on the vampire's shoulder, shoving him almost off of his seat once again. Vincent kept a nervous stare on Lain, but the captain didn't bother to observe.
"I bet Darcy would like a slow tune to dance to, ya know? Sure would help her feet out."
Vincent only blushed, looking up at Darcy, and her eyes once more. He prayed she would deny the proposal, but Lain prayed otherwise.
Darcy smiled kindly at Vincent, she could tell everyone was pressuring him. The twins glared at Vincent and then at Darcy, Vincent wouldn't come within three feet of her if they could help it, or they liked to think that.
"I know slow songs!" Ashling piped up excitedly and looked over at Darcy. All eyes rested on her for an answer. Darcy slowly sighed acting as if she didn't notice that everyone was on the edge of their seats to find out the answer she would give.
"If Vincent doesn't want to dance he doesn't have to." Ashling slumped and frowned, that was not the answer he wanted to hear,
"Another lively song then?"Ashling's voice was a disappointed grumble and he emphasized it to get Vincent to notice his disappointment. Darcy smiled,
"I prefer a slightly slower one actually, like Lain said, it would do my feet a favor." Ashling's mood seemed to change slightly as he rummaged through some songs he knew, he was still determined to get Vincent to dance before the night was over or before the end of the week. Ashling smiled as the perfect song came to mind, as he placed the flute to his lips a lone tune began to drift through the air. More notes joined in and danced like falling rain drops in the spring, dripping slowly. Ashling looked up at Vincent and gestured his eyes towards Darcy and then jerked his head slightly. The song took shape, forming a slow but beautiful melodic tune that was almost hypnotizing, causing a lust to dance and sway with the music. As Darcy stood the twins and the other crew member got ready to snatch her up. Ashling gestured at Vincent once more towards Darcy's direction as his fingers danced on the edge of his flute.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Fun?-17:M&SD rp
Chapter Seventeen
Fun?
Ashling watched in silence as Vincent left the kitchen with the plate of food. Ashling sighed, poor Vincent he must want to eat normal food so badly. Ashling squeezed his way between the crew members and finally got two tin plates. Carefully Ashling filled both of the plates with food, a hot roll of bread, meat, and some odd looking yellow fruit. He desided he would come back for the drinks he could barely hold the two plates as it was. Making his way back out of the kitchen ducking a squirming so he didn't drop any food Ashling took a deep breath when he finally made it to the door way. When Ashling came up on the deck to find Darcy the twins stood next to her talking in hushed tones. Ashling listened as he walked slowly with the food.
"What do you plan to do when it happens?" Eli smiled,
"It will be no worse then that little "incident" with the vampire." Darcy rolled her eyes.
"But you to have absolutely no control." Gabe smiled,
"You worry about us to much, Darce" Darcy smiled.
"I worry just the right amount." The conversation ended as Ashling aproached with the plates full of food. Darcy smiled,
"Thank you Ashling, that was very sweet of you." As she reached down for the plate Darcy kissed Ashling gently on the forehead.
"What? he gets a kiss for bringing you food but we don't get one for saving your life?" Gabe and Eli whined. Eli plucked a small organge fruit from Darcy plate. Darcy threw an playful frown at Eli, who just smiled innocently. Darcy held her head high and took Ashling hand.
"Come along the whining of these two annoy me." Ashling walked with Darcy over to some barrels that they used for chairs. Ashling scrambled on top of one and sat down eat his meal quietly. An awkward silence seemed to drift through the air as Darcy and Ashling ate.
"Darcy?"
"Hm?" Darcy looked at Ashling with a kind smiled.
"H-how did your ankle get healed? And the rock, you seemed to make it float and then fly through the air at the creature." Darcy smiled and place a hand in front of her mouth until she was done chewing.
"Have you ever heard of a Mage?" Ashling nodded silently.
"I'm a Mage, I can control all the elements basically. About the healing, the water allows me to heal any wound." Ashling's mouth dropped open,
"You're a Mage? Thats amazing!" Darcy just smiled and ate her food as she hummed a merry tune.
The twins watched from afar,
"I don't like this brother, I don't like her being on a mission with other people involved." Eli nodded at Gabe's statement.
"I agree, but you new "She" wouldn't just stop using Darcy. Darcy gets things done, she is good at what she does and I have the feeling that she is one of the only women that could handle the vampire." Gabe glared at Eli,
"What does that mean?" Eli chuckled.
"It means dear brother, that I honestly believe had we not gotten to Darcy when the Vampire was in his blood lust, she would have handled it.
She is a brave and strong woman, she deserves more credit then you give her Gabe. She isn't the little girl we used to know." Gabe frowned,
"I know that, but I still don't like her being on this mission." Eli just nodded silently in agreement.
"I don't think any of us will leave this mission the same Gabe."
When Lain had finished his meal, and his conversation with Vincent, he stood up, put on is jacket and placed Christopher firmly on top of his head. He sighed heavily before leaving the room, and turned back to glance at Vincent who had been tampering with some of Lain's trinkets.
"Do you think...." Lain paused in his speech, biting the inside of his mouth, a bad habit he had.
Vincent glanced over at him, arching a black brow.
"Of course I think," He added lightly, knowing however that he did not mean it like that.
"I meant...do you think it doesn't work, you know, because of 'She'?" Vincent's face fell emotionless once again. For a moment he didn't answer. What the pirate had said seemed strange.
"What do you mean?"
Lain sighed, scratching his forehead lightly, and then ruffling with his curling bangs.
"I mean, maybe she's doing this to me because...what if she doesn't want to use me anymore?"
Vincent laughed, almost angrily. He stood up briskly and walked towards Lain, placing both hands on his shoulders. Straightening the Pirate out, so that he stood right before him, Vincent peered into his blue eye.
"Do not be a fool, Alfred. She will never let you go. Even if she doesn't use for you 100 years! She will never let you go. Never. And unless you ask for sudden death by betrayal, you'll be her slave until you die, and hopefully afterwards she'll have no connections with her. Obviously didn't work out well for me, now did it!" Vincent's temper was rising, and his grip on Lain grew stronger. Lain winced lightly but didn't dare back out from the vampire's grasp. He could tell that Vincent had all of this bottled up for some time... It was good to know what he was thinking, unless of course it happened to hurt.
"O-okay. Got it!" Lain interrupted nervously.
"Good."
"I'm uh...I'm gonna go outside on the deck-why don't you get some air as well!"
"Fine..."
Vincent let go of Lain, and placed a hand on his shoulder as if he would with a child. He looked at Lain carefully-he could still see the misleading hope in the pirate's eye. He wanted to be free-they all did...but there was no way, and so it was best to serve her without question.
"You'll never be free."
Lain frowned, but nodded and left the room, heading briskly for the deck. He felt shivers crawl throughout his body, and when he reached the deck, he quickly marched for the side of the boat, and leaned on the railing, closing his eye. He opened them, and looked down at the sea.
"Lain?"
Placing a hand on his shoulder, Trisha peered down at his face. "Be careful! The wind's picking up...Christopher might fall off your head..." Lain smiled, and turned around to look at her. "Hey there!" He smiled, giving her a wink. "Took you long enough to get up here! Did you eat?" She nodded. "Yes, me and my mother..." "Good."
Vincent had finally walked out of the Captain's Quarters and headed for the deck. When he arrived, he glanced at the twins angrily. He had an unseen loathing for them, and so he quickly turned to see Lain and Trisha, and then Darcy and Ashling. He slightly grinned at the sight of the grey elf.
When he had walked over to them, he placed a hand on the elf's head, and looked down at them both.
"Enjoying dinner?" He asked, starting conversation. Which was unusual. Vincent rarely cared for conversation.
"WE'RE LEAVING ANARI!!" Chancy yelled loudly, and waved behind the island that appeared smaller and smaller as they continued on. "Say bye-bye!!!" Zeke added loudly, waving himself. Lain and Trisha laughed. Vincent only sighed. It was about time...at least he could feel like he wasn't being watch by Dante anymore.
Ashling watched as the ship pulled away from Anari, for some reaon he was glad to be gone. Maybe it was the fact that it was where the creatures had been, he didn't like them. Ashling looked up at Vincent with a large smile and patted a barrel next to him.
"Won't you sit Vincent?" Ashling coughed, he forgot to finish his bite before he spoke. It was interesting how this journey had changed him so much from his elven ways.
"Dinner is good, it was awefully croweded in the kitchen though." Ashling scrunched his nose,
"I don't think Lain's crew bathes often." At his observation Darcy almost choked on her food and started to giggle, the little elf was quite observant. Another awkward silence seemed to pass over the group for sevral minutes, the crew had now setteled down and wasn't bustling about so much.
"So Ashling, what do you like to do for fun?" Darcy began after finishing a bite of meat. Ashling paused he hadn't thought about it, since Simeon had died he really hadn't thought of fun, just comfort.
"I-well I like music," Ashling seemed unsure if that was what Darcy meant but he continued,
"I play my warbler a lot, or used to..." Ashling pulled out his small flute and turned it about in his hands, he hadn't had much time to practice lately. Darcy's face lit up,
"Oh, how wonderful, do you know many songs?" Ashling nodded and his smile came back,
"Yes, would you like to hear one?" Darcy set her plate aside,
"Oh, yes please." She looked like an eager child at Christmas. Darcy loved music, she hadn't heard any lately except her own singing and humming. Ashling smiled and placed the small flute to his lips, a beautiful sound eminated from the small instrument as Ashling's grey fingers flew. The tune was merry and grew louder and softer, almost telling a story with the notes. Gabe and Eli came over to the group hearing the music, the notes carried through the air dancing through the wind and across the sea. As the tune grew more lively Gabe bowed to Darcy,
"May I have this dance?" Darcy rolled her eyes in a playful matter and stood curtsying to Gabe. As she rose Gabe grabbed her by the waist and her right hand in his as they began to dance to Ashling song. Ashling smiled and continued the song as Darcy was twirled and passed to Eli. Darcy smiled and laughed a she danced, she hadn't had so much fun in a long time. As she was spun she was passed to Gabe again. Soon the some of crew joined in and clapped their hands to Ashling's song and even a few danced with Darcy as well, though the twins were quick to snatch her back.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Turned to Ash-16: M&SD rp
Chapter Sixteen
Turned to Ash
Ashling finally got free of Gabe and ran down the stairs turning back to look at Gabe ashling ran strait into a wall of crimson. Ashling fell backwards staring up at Vincent with a smile.
"Vincent! Your back! Are you feeling better?" Ashling got up and dusted himself off.
Darcy smiled she was glad things had taken a light hearted turn. Gently Darcy removed Lain's arm from her shoulder.
"So would you be the doctor then Lain? Never would have guessed." Darcy giggled but with Lain being so close to her she could smell his awful stench and took a shrap breath
"Lain, do you ever bathe?" Darcy raised a white eyebrow and began to exist the room after Marge.
When Ashling peeked around Vincent he saw Marge and Darcy and his face brightened all the more.
"Gabe was right, Darcy is healed. Amazing!" Gabe came up behind Ashling and placed a strong hand on the lads shoulder,
"Quick little lad, squirms like a slippery fish." Looking past Vincent Gabe spotted Darcy and his face lit up, his mouth slightly ajar. He hadn't thought she would really wear the dress. He hadn't seen her in one for so long, it only reminded him that she wasn't the little girl he knew from his childhood.
Vincent displayed a large smile when Ashling approached him, rather clumsily. Placing a pale hand on the elf's head, he played with a few silken strands as if they were gentle lace. He nodded lightly in reply to both of his questions.
"I am back, and so are you-being all foolish and clumsy I see..." He joked lightly. He placed his hand under the elf's chin and lifted his face lightly. "You hungry?" He asked, figuring the boy probably was. He too was starving, but there was no food for him, unfortunately. "I am glad to see you are safe," He added before walking past him and heading for the kitchen, which was bustling with the crew preparing for meals as the others get the ship ready for sail.
Lain sighed, watching Darcy closely. She looked awfully pretty in that dress, he thought, grinning madly. Too bad Trisha wasn't awake...He wanted company. Female company. Still, he turned quickly to glance at her, and with Marge and Vincent now gone, and Darcy soon to be leaving, at least that's what he figured, he walked back to her side and sat down.
"You look funny when you sleep," he whispered, putting a muddy finger in between one of her damp curls, playing with it softly. She breathed in heavily then, and placed a light smile on her warming face. At least she wasn't terribly wounded, or deathly unconscious-she was just, passed out. He chuckled. That poor girl! She was always so skittish! Slowly memories of their childhood flooded back to him, allowing a sweet grin to stay upon his muddied face.
"I remember the first time I saw you pass out," he added, as if it was some sort of happy memory. "You were such a silly little thing. Sitting by the well. I feel bad about it, you know. I didn't mean to scare you-but at least you didn't drown," he added perkily, smiling with a short chuckle in his voice.
"And you smell," She added lightly, finally coming to.
Lain's eyes glinted with a sudden fire. When Trisha opened her drowsy eyes, she looked into his, for only a split second, before she shot them away.
"Smell? Smell?! That's all you're gonna say? Why don't you add some...umph! At least say I smell like a thousand filthy pigs! Or, I smell of a drunkard sailing the sea of rum! Something. Anything! Smell is so...so boring."
Trisha burst into laughter, which sent her shivering hands to her mouth, covering her lips but unable to silence the laugh. Lain only brightened by her voice.
Leaning down, Lain placed a small peck on her forehead. Feeling her face heat up, she tried to cover her rosy cheeks but failed miserably. Her hands were stuck, frozen at her lips. Her eyes looked at him for a moment and then blinked, watching as he winked quickly and stood up, heading for the door.
"We're about to set sail! Guess you'll be able to go with us after all," He added. "Welcome aboard!"
Trisha nodded lightly, sitting up.
"By the way...don't tell Marge about that. She'll whip my hide!" Trisha laughed but nodded in agreement and waved a frail hand as he left her in the room to freshen up before coming out. What an interesting man!
Ashling nodded, he was very hungry but he couldn't be more happy, Vincent seemed to be in an excellent mood which was rare and Darcy was better. Darcy walked up to Ashling and the lad slipped his small grey hand in hers.
"Come on, were going to get something to eat." Darcy grabbed her stomach when it made a loud grumble,
"That sounds like a good idea. But I think I'd like to go up on deck though." Darcy didn't like the narrow hallways they made her feel trapped. She wanted to be out in the open. Ashling smiled.
"I'll bring up some food for you." Darcy smiled and then walked past Ashling to the stairs that led to the upper deck. Ashling scampered after Vincent into the kitchen. His nostrils filled with the aromas of cooking food which made his stomach growl even louder.
Darcy smiled as she walked onto the upper deck, a cool wind blew her ivory locks. Many crew members bustled around the ship preparing to set sail. Gabe silently followed Darcy, seeing her shiver he removed his cape a draped it on her shoulders. Darcy spun around, and smiled up at Gabe.
"Thank you Gabe, thank you for coming."
"Well you didn't think I was going to leave you with a Vampire did you?" Gabe winked at Darcy with a mischievous smile.
"No- don't you dare say you could have handled it yourself." Darcy let out a defeated breath. Gabe knew her too well, he knew what she was going to say before she had the chance to say it.
Darcy turned feeling a hand on her shoulder. Eli stood behind her with a wide grin on his face.
"You're wearing a dress?" His grin widened even more, Darcy rolled her eyes.
"Yes, my other clothes were ruined. It isn't exactly appropriate but its clean."
"I think the dress is perfectly appropriate." Gabe smiled as he looked at Darcy. Darcy raised an eyebrow and punched Gabe playfully on the shoulder.
"Ow! That was a compliment!" Gabe rubbed his shoulder, it didn't really hurt but he like attention. Darcy giggled,
"Oh I didn't hit you that hard." Darcy turned to look at the moon that came out of the clouds. It was a small sliver of pearly white against the ink black sky. Gabe and Eli turned to look at the moon also, they knew what Darcy was thinking.
"Don't worry Darce, We'll handle it when it comes." Darcy lowered her gaze from the moon and looked down at her feet.
"You always say that Gabe, but it always ends up badly." Eli chuckled,
"Well we can't really help that, now can we?" Darcy shook her head.
"You never take it seriously, but it is very serious especially with so many-" Gabe stopped Darcy and lifted her chin so she would look up at him.
"Don't worry. It will be fine."
Eventually Vincent had managed to make it down towards the kitchen. It was rather packed with bodies, everyone scrunching in and out, trying to get their portion before they set off to fulfill more of their post duties.
Eyeing the food lightly, a small longing was set loose inside of him. He remembered what they were-but what they tasted like? All he could ever remember was the bitter iron taste of blood. All else was a distant memory.
"You looking for something, vampire?" One of the kitchen crew asked. Vincent shook his head and continued to walk on, just looking.
"Alright, well then if you ain't gonna eat no food, then get out of the kitchen! You're taking up space!" Several of the motley crew just groaned or jeered in agreement, trying to get past him without actually bumping him. Vincent just glared and grabbed an old tin plate.
Everyone in the kitchen watched him closely. They were honestly a bit confused...was he? Was he really going to try and eat that? Small whispers fluttered through the kitchen, outside into the halls and eventually out onto the deck. Chancy and Zeke stood in the kitchen, watching closely. Chancy had an impish grin plastered to her strange face. He was daring tonight, she thought, and glanced up at Zeke who was hungrily munching on dried bread.
"He gonna eat it? Won't he get sick? Or something? Or won't it turn to ash on his tongue?" Several outrageous rumors and comments floated about the ship, but Vincent just looked down at the row of food sitting there. He tried not to glare, but it was inevitable. His frown seemed permanent and furious.
Angrily he outstretched his hand and grabbed a roll of bread, as well as an apple, some grapes, a slice of poorly cut meat, and a sugared roll onto the plate. When he was finished, he looked up. With his face turning scarlet, Vincent could feel the burn of embarrassment, or more, the spotlight. Everyone in the kitchen was just watching him. It made him feel very uncomfortable and quickly he took the plate and walked outside, heading towards the Captain's quarters.
"I wonder if he's sacrificing the bread for blood!" One called out, but the rest of the crew just laughed in absurdity. "That is the silliest thing I've ever heard!" One called out, and the line of hungry crewmen began once again.
Vincent did not stop to knock of the door. Instead, he quickly swung the wooden door open and slammed it behind him, his back pressed firmly against it. His heart was beating, like it would be for a boy meeting up with his first crush! He felt his face slowly cool down, and finally he moved from the door.
"Here's your food."
Vincent placed the food on Lain's desk, next to the three bottles of rum. Arching a brow, the vampire observed Lain quietly. He was standing in front of a mirror placed on the wall of his quarters. It was tall and old, cracking a bit-but it worked at least. In the mirror, he was gazing at his eyes. Both of them, his blue one, and his golden one.
Although a slight frown was on his face, he quickly turned around, placing a hand over his golden eye when he looked at the vampire.
"Thanks! I hate those lines! I swear! Takes forever...maybe I need to get a bigger kitchen..." He pondered while stuffing the roll of bread into his mouth.
"Or maybe you need to get rid of some of the crew. You don't need so many of them," Vincent advised, ripping off a grape and placing it gently against his own lips, feeling how cold it was. He then placed the grape on top of his tongue, closing it in. Lain watched him with his one eyes, rather befuddled.
A moment later, Vincent fell into a coughing fit. It was awful loud coughing, so Lain just sighed.
"I still don't get why you do that. It's all going to taste like that till you become human again." Vincent frowned. "I know...I just...sometimes I just wish it would taste like it use to." Lain nodded. "That'd be nice."
"So, what were you looking for this time?" Vincent asked, leaning down in the Captain's chair, folding his arms elegantly in his lap. Lain huffed and turned back to the mirror, peering into his reflection once more.
"Something. Anything..."
Vincent arched a brow.
"Anything?"
Lain nodded, still starring.
"It isn't working right. Something's wrong...I can barely get anything lately, let alone see my own future...And I've been getting headaches."
Vincent kept his eyes fixed on the man, listening intently.
"And I get these weird twitchy feelings, and a rapidness in my chest."
Vincent sighed silently, running a hand through his hair.
"Perhaps you are ill from all the ale you consume. I wouldn't be surprised. After all, you're only human." Lain chuckled.
"And you're not."
"Most certainly not..."
Vincent kept his eyes fixed on Lain once more. The Captain was silent, peering endlessly into his eye. Finally Lain shrugged and turned around. He looked straight at Vincent, but there was no vision, no nothing.
"Maybe you broke it."
Lain chuckled and rubbed his forehead lightly. "Probably. I break a lot of things....like when I was a child! I can't tell you how many toys I would break! It was ridiculous! My grandmother was always very angry about it." Vincent phased out, deeply thinking when Lain went on about his childhood stories. Perhaps he needed to watch his companions closely...if any became weak, it would only delay the mission. Something would have to be done.
"So, aren't you amazed that Darcy's a mage?" Lain broke Vincent's phasing. Vincent nodded slowly.
"Yes. Quite amazing..."
"She's going to come in handy! That is for certain!" He added with relief. Vincent watched him closely again.
"Why?"
"Oh, no reason."
Lain smiled greatly and placed his eye patch over his eye once more, then sat down to enjoy the meal. It was good...to bad Vincent couldn't have any.
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Jan. 29, 2008 - Healed-M&S rp chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Healed
My posts: grey
Icy's posts: black
Darcy rolled her eyes, the new clothes were not exactly ideal. Darcy wore a white flowing gown, a emrald green bodice laid over it. The twins must have picked out these. Darcy hadn't worn a dress in a while, she mostly wore male clothes just because the were easier to get around in. Had she seen how she looked she might not have complained. The form fitting dress seemed made for her, it fit perfectly. Long sleeves came to her wrists and it was quite comfortable, for a dress. She looked older and more so like a woman then a young lad, Her long ivory moonlit curls rippled over her shoulder and fell to her knees. Not bothering with shoes she sighed,
"Well beggars can't be choosers, I'll get some proper clothes later." Stepping out of her room she walked down the halls. She stopped just before an open door, she could hear several voices, from what she could tell it was Lain, Vincent and Marge. Darcy walked into the doorway and knocked slightly on the door frame,
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Darcy spotted Trisha on the bed and her thoughts went back to the creatures. She had forgotten they had come from the kitchen entrance into the tunnels.Darcy could see Lain and Marge looking at Vincent's neck, the black marks that encircled it were visible even from the doorway. Darcy gasped and placed her hand over her mouth at the sight. Not waiting for an inventation she walked over to Vincent to get a better look. It looked like he had been burned or his skin eaten away and it smelled quite awful.
"What happened? The creatures didn't come back did they? Did something happen?" Darcy turned to look a Trisha who laid on the small bed, no wounds were visible but she still looked pale. Darcy spotted a bucket of water near the corner of the room. Walking over to the bucket she picked it up and carried it closer to the group. Placing the bucket on the ground she stuck her hands inside the cool and lifted them out with water still encircling them, floating around her hands like spheres. Darcy bit her lip at seeing Vincent's neck. She had never seen a wound quite like it,
"May I heal it?" Darcy managed a small smile. Darcy winced at the sight of the strange burn,
"It will only take a second."
Vincent was quite surprised by Darcy's sudden entrance. Apparently she was fine, just like Lain had said. Vincent was quite thankful for her good health. Still, at this moment, the attention he received over his neck was quite overwhelming. His heart sped up a bit, his face lightly flushing as she drew near, with water floating about her palms. When she offered to heal him, he nodded lightly before speaking.
"Of course, if it will heal," he said lightly. Honestly he figured it would, but he wasn't quite sure. He had never gotten such a burn before! Dante must have been furious about something. The great vampire still shook his vision, phasing his mind in and out of reality.
"It smells nasty!" Lain added, stepping back with Marge as Darcy drew nearer. "I bet she'll heal it...wait, YOU CAN HEAL!?" Lain's eyes widened, and his jaw was left open. How come he didn't know?!
Marge only sighed and pulled the man away, giving Darcy enough room-just in case she needed it. She wasn't sure, she'd never seen anyone heal a vampire before, or seen anyone heal anything for that matter!
"She's got such a gift," the woman whispered, watching with wonder.
Lain nodded. She really was quite the woman! It was no wonder those twins clung to her constantly...at least, that was what he figured.
Darcy nodded and stepped closer to Vincent. Gently she placed her her hands on Vincent's burned neck. The water covered the wounds and grew warm until the burn seemed to glow white. Darcy closed her eyes to concentrate, the burned flesh on Vincent neck grew less irritated and the burring receded. Darcy opened her eyes ans smiled as the burn finally left Vincent's neck leaving no hint that he had ever been burned. Darcy stepped back an smiled at her work,
"There, all done. There are no scars and you shouldn't feel any pain." Darcy released the water back into the bucket and let out a long sigh, she tried to steady her breathing and hide the shaking of her hands. Maybe Gabe was right, she should wait on the healing she was still quite weak, though she would never admit it.
"To answer your question Lain, I'm a Mage, Azrin. I can bend fire, water, earth and plants. The water allows me to heal just about and wound." Standing back up Darcy took a deep breath.
"How else would I be walking on my ankle?" Darcy lifted her dress slightly to show her ankle. The skin was in perfect condition and it wasn't swollen at all, as if no injury had ever come upon it.
"I do want to thank to fine doctor of the ship, my ankle would have healed perfectly on its own had I given it time, but alas I am not that patient." Darcy giggled to herself but the smile faded and she lowered her head.
"I also want to apologize for being such a burden, I was sent to help with the mission not hinder it, for that I am sorry."
Ashling squirmed he was usually patient but he wanted to see Darcy so he could afterward see Vincent and he was also quite hungry. Gabe rolled his eyes,
"How long does it take a women to dress?" Gabe mumbled but Ashling caught what he had said.
"Maybe she doesn't know the way up, may I go find her?" Gabe shrugged
"We'll both go come on." Ashling would have ran had Gabe not grabbed his collar.
Lightly smiling, Vincent bowed low in gratitude towards Darcy. She was really quite generous! Especially since he could tell she still felt slightly weak. There was something about her body motion that led him to believe that-still, she'd be back to normal soon.
Tracing his fingers against his healed neck, he let out a sigh and stood tall, switching the attention away from his neck, and glancing at Lain, who smiled brightly.
"Well, the doctor says your welcome!" He added with a cheeky grin, winking lightly. He felt so prideful, getting such a kind word from her, and crossed his arms triumphantly across his chest and raised his chin high. Vincent smirked, Marge did as well.
"Well, good thing we've got a mage on our side. You'll certainly come in handy," Lain added quite happily. There was a certain forewarning in his eyes that made Vincent arch a brow. What did he mean? Nevertheless, the crazy pirate placed a hand on Vincent's shoulder, shaking it lightly.
"Now that you're all prettied up, you might as well go up and see Ashling. I think he's dying to see ya!" Vincent rolled his eyes lightly, and shoved Lain's arm off of his shoulder, nearly causing the pirate to trip once again.
Before Vincent left the room, he turned to bow once more in Darcy's direction.
"Thank you, Darcy," he muttered softly. "Your help is greatly appreciated...and do not worry, you are not a hindrance. Every mission has risks, and that is what we have to be willing to take-we expect nothing less."
With nothing left to say, the vampire marched out of the cabin room, leaving Lain alone with the three women. The pirate just grinned, looking from Trisha, who was still passed out, towards Darcy-skipping Marge and her cold expression as often as he could.
"So! Ladies, shall we exit the room and get something to eat as we sail off into the distant nowhere?" He asked with a toothy smile, placing an arm around Darcy's shoulder. "What do ya say?" Marge scowled, slapping him on the back of the head once again. "You and your filth! Let go of Darcy." Marge quickly scurried off, leaving Lain in quite a huff.
"You're mean!!"
"I know!" She roared back, and left.
"Fine then....."
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Jan. 18, 2008 - HMC~Chapter 1:pt2
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This is a fan-fiction that I have decided to right, my own version of a sequel to Howl's moving castle by Diana Wynn Jones. I do not own any of the characters except my OCs: Juliet (there are others that I will mention as they come into play.)
The world and places and other characters comes from the brilliant mind of Diana Wynn Jones.
Fan-fiction belongs to me: Emsley Livingston, AKA Inkling
***
After about ten minuets both Calcifer and Morgan could no longer stand Juliet’s humming.
“Jules is your milk warm enough yet?” Morgan pleaded pitifully; he wanted to sleep before he had to go to school. Juliet tucked a large charcoal ringlet behind her small ear and dipped her dainty finger inside the white liquid.
“All done!” Juliet announced proudly and a bit loud as if she had accomplished a great feet, but one must realize the smallest tasks are huge victories in the eyes of a four year old. Morgan jumped up from his seat to grab the glasses before Juliet, to prevent the milk from being spilled. This gentlemanly act however was seen as an insult in Juliet’s eyes. She believed she could get the milk all by herself and Morgan needed to realize this.
“No Morgan, I can do it!” Juliet snatched one of the glasses of milk from Morgan without the least bit of gentleness, but between carrying the pan and the other glass Morgan could hold onto it. Before Juliet could get a proper grasp on the glass it slipped through her tiny fingers and broke into a million pieces, leaving the floor and Juliet’s bare feet covered in milk and glass shards.
“JULES!” Morgan yelled harshly while grabbing his sister’s arm,
“Don’t move!” Juliet yanked her arm away with tears streaming down her face,
“Let go of me Morgan!” it wasn’t until then the crimson color caught Morgan’s eye. The glass had practically landed on Juliet’s foot and several pieces of glass punctured her bare feet. Calcifer had by now began to worry and yell,
“Howl, Howl, HOWL…SOPHIE…WAKE UP!” Morgan tried to calm his now balling sister, though it was more over her spilled milk that she mourned rather then her cuts. Howl came stumbling down the stairs first, his hair was messed, his chest bare and he wore only humble work pants.
“What? What happened?” Howl rushed to grab the crying, bleeding Juliet. Morgan stood at a loss for words, he knew what was coming, the blame would land on his head. Sophie ran down stairs with an emerald green robe tied tightly around her.
“Morgan what happened, sweetie?” Sophie immediately grabbed a towel to soak up the milk, but before Morgan could defend himself Juliet interrupted with words in between sobs,
“I-I had a–bad dream-and I wanted-I wanted warm-warm milk-but Morgan wouldn’t help-me-and when he did- I dropped it on the floor.” With the end of her sentence a new set of sobs erupted through the little girl. Morgan was just relieved she had said she dropped the glass.
“Ah, Howl, tears raining on me!” Calcifer wined placing two fiery little arms above his head, but Howl only ignored Calcifer dodging the broken glass shards. Morgan stood at a loss, while his mother cleaned up and his father healed his sister’s wounds he felt lost. There the poor boy stood still with a glass of not-so-warm milk and the frying pan, at a complete loss of what to do. All he wanted was to get some sleep before he had to wake up again for school, but the sun had already risen and it didn’t look like his want would be fulfilled. After sweeping up the glass and cleaning up the milk Sophie took the pan from Morgan and sat him down, with the milk still in his hand. Gently she stroked his head placing a kiss on it afterwards.
“Are you alright, honey?” Up to this point Morgan sat dazed staring at his milk. Morgan slowly nodded and took a big gulp of his milk, but a pit had formed in his stomach. Not once since Howl had come down had he noticed Morgan. Howl’s attention seemed to be completely focused on “his little girl”. Sophie watched Morgan as he in turn watched Howl baby Juliet.
“You know he loves you don’t you?” Sophie’s voice was soft and sweet and seemed to coax Morgan away from his discontenting thoughts.
“Coarse I do Mother, but sometimes it feels like he loves Jules more.” Morgan hung his head partially mad at himself for thinking such a thought. Sophie hugged Morgan tightly,
“Don’t ever believe that, your father loves you very much.” Pulling away Sophie looked into Morgan’s soft blue eyes,
“Juliet is just younger, even at that age you weren’t so difficult.” Sophie lowered her voice to a whisper,
“Juliet has a lot of your father in her, she is just harder to handle then you, but that is no excuse for her getting more attention.” Morgan nodded solemnly. Sophie smiled,
“That is my little man, now finish your milk and you can go get a bit more sleep before school.” Those were the magic words and Morgan gulped down his milk and did just that.
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Jan. 18, 2008 - HMC~Chapter 1 pt 1(redone)
***
This is a fan-fiction that I have decided to right, my own version of a sequel to Howl's moving castle by Diana Wynn Jones. I do not own any of the characters except my OCs: Juliet (there are others that I will mention as they come into play.)
The world and places and other characters comes from the brilliant mind of Diana Wynn Jones.
Fan-fiction belongs to me: Emsley Livingston, AKA Inkling
***
Chapter 1:
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In which there is crying over spilt milk
In the
The house was quite, Calcifer hardly flickered through his logs and the sun had not yet peeked through the windows. Morgan slept soundly in his room as his door creaked open silently.
“Morgan, Morgan,?” The sleeping eight year old slowly open one heavy eyelid, abruptly closing it at the sight of his younger sister.
“Morgan! I had a bad dream! Can you get me some warm milk?” Juliet whispered loudly. She had wrapped a yellow blanket over her pink nightgown and draped it over her head like a hood.
“Fine!” Juliet snapped. Morgan ignored Juliet’s anger and tried to fall asleep. Though Morgan had shut his eyes tight he could just feel her sad gaze staring at him.
Slowly Morgan opened his eye again and to his surprise his sister was gone. Morgan shot up in bed to see his room empty. Morgan rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling,
“Why me?” As Morgan crept down stairs he could hear someone rummaging around in the kitchen.
“Cups, cups, cups….Milk, milk, milk…fire, fire, fire….” When the words from Juliet’s song registered in Morgan’s head he practically fell down the stairs Just as Juliet walked out of the kitchen with two large glasses of milk and a frying pan. Juliet smiled over at Morgan as she poked Calcifer to wake up.
“Good morning dear brothers.” Juliet said cheerfully, Calcifer only hissed,
“I’m not your brother, I’m tired!” Juliet didn’t answer Calcifer’s remark, but plopped the frying pan on top of him placing the glasses of milk on top. Morgan rolled his eyes,
“Jules, that is going to take for-“
“SHH!” Juliet placed a hand in front of Morgan’s face and pulled up a chair to watch the milk.
“You wouldn’t help me so I am doing it my own way brother.” Juliet sat strait with her chin held high, her black ringlets escaping from underneath her blanket hood. Calcifer grumbled in a muffled voice,
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Jan. 14, 2008 - Wizard Pendragon~Howl's Moving Castle~Fan-fic~Prologue
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This is a fan-fiction that I have decided to right, my own version of a sequel to Howl's moving castle by Diana Wynn Jones. I do not own any of the characters except my OCs: Juliet (there are others that I will mention as they come into play.)
The world and places and other characters comes from the brilliant mind of Diana Wynn Jones.
Fan-fiction belongs to me: Emsley Livingston, AKA Inkling
***
Sophie sat in her rocking chair cuddling her new bundle of joy and trials. Calcifer sat low on the hearth peaking only one eye above the log.
“She won’t drool on me will she?” Calcifer’s voiced hissed and crackled as if almost in disgust. Sophie only rolled her eyes at the fire’s remark.
“She is way over here
“Well you never know, a flying projectile of slimy baby fluid could possibly hit the fire place.” Sophie only giggled at
“She is a stinky baby.” Sophie smiled at the boy’s observation but she could see the wonder in his blue eyes.
“Well I happen to love this stinky baby very much, Morgan.” Sophie looked up to see Howl come in from the flower shop, an apron still tied about his unusually humble slick pants with his flowing white shirt. His long black hair was elegantly pulled back into a low pony tail, tied with a crimson ribbon. Though he was now around the age of thirty six his age only seemed to improve his appearance. Howl came behind Sophie and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before leaning down to place a loving kiss on her lips. Morgan slapped his hands over his eyes,
“I’m still here, ya know!” Howl smiled at Morgan’s remark, his eyes closed and his nose pressed against Sophie he reluctantly turned he gazed to the small boy who still covered his eyes.
“Yes we know!” Howl growled as he picked up the small boy in one swoop. Morgan’s giggle filled the room as Howl tossed the small boy up into the air. Sophie just watched with delight. She never would have believed she would have been here one day, married to a wizard, living in a moving castle with two children and a falling star no doubt. Once Morgan stopped giggling he put two tubby little hands on his father’s cheek, squeezing them until his lips were in the position of a fish’s mouth. Morgan smile left his face as seriousness took control.
“Now daddy, I’m big and strong so you can throw me. But “stinky” over there will get scared so you can’t throw her mister!” Howl tried to smile but that was a bit hard with his cheeks being squeezed. Sophie tried to hide her giggle at the sight of her two boys, though the smaller was much easier to handle.
“Tis off to a nap with you young man.” Sophie nodded at Morgan just before the boy made a poor attempt at a puppy face.
“Why do I have to go to nap before stinky?” Howl frowned at Morgan.
“Now you listen to me young man, no calling Juliet names, especially before she can call you one back.” Howl’s voice started off firm but he always had a weak spot for children. Sophie rolled her eyes at Howl’s poor discipline.
“Run along Morgan,” Sophie said with smile at Morgan as he toddled over to grant her and “stinky” a kiss. After Howl had tucked Morgan in he slowly made his way down the stairs stopping halfway to sit and watch Sophie. Sophie sat in the rocking chair, her back towards Howl. Her long gold red hair fell down the back of the rocking chair, the fire reflected off of it giving it a beautiful burning tint. Sophie sat, rock slowly and humming gently a soft song. Howl just watched in silence, admiring his wife while leaning against the banister.
Calcifer peeked up at the babe and his sizzling and popping stopped.
“There is something different about her, Sophie.” Sophie’s humming abruptly ceased and Howl listened closely being grateful that Sophie obstructed Calcifer’s view of him.
“She is not like Morgan, there is something different about her.” Sophie scowled,
“What do you mean,
“I can tell some things, I knew you were no ordinary old lady when I first met you. Through the same way, though can’t explain it, I sense something different about her, but she is young and it is hard to tell.” Sophie stroked her baby’s cheek,
“Is it bad,
“Can’t say, though she resembles Howl in more ways then looks or personality.” Howl stiffened not knowing if that was a compliment of offense on his part.
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Dec. 15, 2007 - Ashling
Ashling<3
I promise I will post more the rp has kinda been at a stand still but I am behind in posting ^^U
Merry Christmas!
~Emsley
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Dec. 15, 2007 - Christmas with a capital C
This is SO true. Don't say "happy holidays" what happened to freedom of speech? Say MERRY CHRISTMAS! and if they don't like it: WEAR A HELMET!
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Nov. 6, 2007 - The Burning Mark of the Soul~part 1
The Burning Mark of the Soul
By EMSLEY
Chapter One
Jared looked down at his scared hand. A black burn mark tainted his pale skin, the strange symbol could be seen clearly. The symbol could be best described as a number, what number it might be was the mysterious question but Jared didn’t pay it much head. Though it still stung and reeked of burnt skin, Jared shrugged he could now have a life was all he knew. The world had gotten so crazy in the last few years, ever since the mass disappearance. Jared rubbed his forehead, there an identical mark to the one he bore on the palm of his right hand, it bothered him more, and perhaps it was the pain. Even though everyone else had one the mark made Jared feel odd, made him feel depressed, dark. Jared ruffled his blonde hair in front of forehead to cover the black burn and continued on his way. The sky had gotten dark with the newly red color. Ever since the mass disappearance and the appearance of the “Beast” as everyone was calling him, the world seemed to change drastically. Instead of blue skies the skies were stained a pale red, at night the skies grew darker red until it looked like crimson blood. However this was just another thing Jared had gotten used to. Jared walked through the crowed streets, all the happiness and smiles in the world seemed to have died. The world was a living Hell. Dark grey and black buildings loomed in the red sky towering above the town giving Jared the feeling of being caged. Jared watched his feet as he walked, his black combat boots were scuffed and worn out but they along with the rest of his dark attire was all he could afford. His job at one of the many new factories didn’t pay well, but it was the only job he could get, he and so many others were forced to live this pathetic dead life.
Jared turned the key in the lock of the grey apartment door and effortlessly pushed the door open tightening his jaw at the sight of the run down apartment. The room was dark, the blinds closed, the recliner laid covered in dirty grey napkins, an old chip bag and dirty tissues. Jared slipped out of his grey jacket and hung it on a peg near the door. Jared’s one room apartment reflected him in every way, empty, messy and dark. Besides the recliner, television, twin sized bed in the small bedroom and of coarse essentials the apartment was quite empty. Jared walked over the black fridge and pulled out a beer.
“Ha, my only friend,” Jared’s voice was deep yet lifeless, like his life. Jared walked over the black recliner and slumped down into the old chair. Pulling up the lever he sat and stared at the blank grey screen of the television. The room was almost pitch black with the exception of the faint light coming through the blinds. Jared opened the beer can and gulped down the cool liquid. As he continued to drink his mind began to wander with the added help of the alcohol. Jared soon left the dark small apartment and walked along the side walk of the green park. Jared felt a warm hand in his and his heart stopped. Jared turned to see Emma walking along with him. Her smile was bright, her red hair seemed to shine in the sun and her green eyes twinkled like they always did when she was happy.
“What are you thinking Jare?” Emma’s voice floated beautifully through Jared’s memory. Her sweet melodic voice was enough to make him smile, but he didn’t. she wasn’t really there. Emma squeezed Jared’s hand. It felt so real, so warm. Even the feeling that ignited throughout his tired body felt real.
“My poor Jare, you have ruined yourself.” Jared was caught by surprise by Emma’s statement. He didn’t remember her saying that before.
“Emms I-“ Emma smiled at Jared’s voice.
“I miss you Jared. I miss the sound of you’re voice. Oh Jared, why didn’t you believe?” Jared raised an eyebrow at her question.
“Believe what, Emms?” Emma shook her head and turned and tiptoed to kiss Jared gently on the nose as his memory faded away and he was once again in the dark room, alone and empty.
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Oct. 29, 2007 - Moonshire and the Scarlet Dawn Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Disgusting
Gabe, accompanied Eli and Ashling back into the room, Darcy had now fallen asleep which would quicken her healing process. Gabe leaned down by the small bed and picked up the petite woman in his strong arms. She seemed so helpless, looking at her in such a state you would never have thought she could take on three minotaur. Eli and Ashling followed Gabe as he took Darcy to one of the empty bed chambers. Setting her down gently, Gabe smiled and stroked her ivory curls. Ashling walked up to the bed to look at Darcy. She looked peaceful yet frail; her dark skin looked paler from the loss of blood.
"Is she gonna be alright?" Ashling looked up at Gabe who was now standing and gazing at Darcy in odd way. Gabe silently nodded,
"She is stronger then she looks." At this Gabe laughed to himself remembering the numerous times she had won the wrestling matches between them as children. Eli ushered Ashling out and Gabe grabbed a chair pulling beside the bed to sit next to Darcy. Placing a cold rag on her head he sat and watched her in silence. Darcy laid under the covers, her ivory curls caressed her chocolate face. Her moon ivory lashes kissed her smooth cheeks.
Darcy slept in the welcoming darkness as dreams took shape. He appeared again, his bright smile upon his face. Darcy felt safe around him, his strong arms held her tight as he wrapped her in a hug.
Then he yelled...Darcy turned to see the sword protruding from his stomach. Darcy cried as he fell lifeless in her arms blood staining his stomach. The dark figures pulled their sword out of his back still dripping with his warm blood. They wore black hooded came and wielded black blades, that glowed red in the moonlight. Horns on their heads tore through there hoods, long spiked tails swung behind them. Red eye glowed under the shadow of their hoods and there horrid acidic breath could be smelt from feet away.
Darcy shot up in the small bed causing pain to shoot up her leg.
"Ah!" Darcy yelled and grabbed her leg as Gabe jumped up almost falling out of his chair.
"Darcy, what tis wrong?" Tears streamed down Darcy face and she breathed hard as she looked up at Gabe.
"I saw him again Gabe. The nightmares they came back." Gabe sat on the bed and hugged Darcy as a loving brother would as she cried.
Although Lain was not near the room that Gabe had placed Darcy, he could hear a faint scream, and the sound of rustling about in that same room. Aware that something was wrong, the sober pirate rushed his way towards the door. "What's going on?" He asked in a hushed tone, leaning in lightly. He spotted Gabe holding her tightly, rocking back and forth, as if trying to comfort a child from a horrid nightmare. Something that...seemed almost accurate. Except for the fact that Darcy was certainly no child.
"She okay?" He asked again, scratching his head lightly, even if his fingers got caught in his long, tangled locks. He had to admit, if anything happened to her, even he would be upset. There was something about her that entranced him in a strange way. Her presence was almost powerful, or, needed.
He stepped closer, folding his arms lightly across his chest. At least the medicine he applied would hold-however, if she didn't release stress on her ankle, it could have gotten worse, or at least made it even more of a wait to fully heal. Still, it looked like the twin had it undercover.
The bothersome encounter with Dante still replayed through his mind, shrinking his observation as to where exactly he had headed for. He figured he was in the right direction at least. The docks couldn't be far. Still, the half vampire trudged between houses, darting allies, and skipping as many roads with people as possible. As he ventured on, he felt watched. Still...As if Dante was hiding on the rooftops, spying on him, waiting for him to mess up. Just once.
"Vincent!"
Hearing the call, Vincent slowed himself until he came to a stop and turned to the side. There was Marge, holding Trisha tightly. They were standing beside an old, closed down shop-looking quite terrified, and weary. Vincent felt a sigh of relief when it was only the two of them. Quickly he marched to their side, outstretching his hands for Trisha, who limply fell into his arms.
"Marge, what happened?" Vincent asked, rather worried. The poor girl was pale and sickly in appearance-sweaty beading her forehead and dripping down the sides of her face.
"Oh, she'll be fine. Just passed out is all. A little frightening those things were, you know? I'm afraid they caught her quite off guard." Vincent nodded in understanding, but held her gently in his arms, pushing some raggedy strands of curly hair out of her damp face.
"Tell me what is going on." Marge looked at him coldly, expecting him to have a decent answer. Still, the Vampire evaded her stare and began to walk towards the ship. "Well, then we're going with you. Still, I expect an answer-understand, young man?" Vincent only nodded and continued to walk on.
Within a few more minutes of furious walking, the three finally ended up at the docks. The ship was there, sitting somewhat silently-glistening mysteriously. "Are you sure you wish to go?" Marge nodded. "We have nothing here to look forward to. I want to know what is going on. And...Trisha is dying to go on an adventure-to make her life worth something more than a waitress." Vincent, once again, nodded in understanding and stepped up onto the ship.
Stepping on board, Vincent headed for the cabin rooms to place Trisha on a bed until she'd wake.
"Lain! Captain Lain! We need to leave, now."
Gabe nodded silently, Darcy stared at the floor as if gazing right though it. She had stopped sobbing but tears still streamed down her cheeks.
"She'll be fine." Gabe reassured Lain as he continued to rock Darcy. Darcy sat in silence for several minuets and then sat up silently. Wiping the tears from her eyes she held a hand out towards the bucket of water not to far from her bed.
"No Darcy, you are still to weak to do any healing!" Gabe's voice was firm but slightly worried.
"I know my limits Gabe, I need to be watching Ashling not lying in bed. I'll have a bite to eat afterwards." Gabe reluctantly pulled the bucket over to the bed. Darcy positioned her injured ankle so it hung above the bucket. Gabe held up a hand,
"I'll do it." Gently he unwrapped her ankle. The wound looked swollen and perhaps infected. After Gabe removed all the bandages Darcy held her hands above her ankle. Water floated from the bucket and encircled her wounded ankle causing her to wince. Darcy closed her eyes, the water grew warm and the wound began to glow. Gabe watched as the swelling receded, the skin grew back and not a scratch was left on her ankle as if it had never been touched. Darcy closed her hands as the water fell with a splash into the bucket. Darcy let out a labored shaky breath and wiggled her toes. A weak smile spread across her face and she opened her eyes.
"Good as new..." Gabe stood and and began to leave,
" Are you sure you are alright?" Darcy smiled up at Gabe,
"I'm fine, just keep an eye on Ashling until I come up." Gabe nodded and ushered Lain out of the room silently closing the door behind them.
Once they left Darcy placed her forefingers on her temples. The horrifying nightmare still stung fresh in her memory. Darcy gently placed her previously injured foot on the ground. When no pain came she stood up. Her leggings were stained with blood, her boots that laid near the door had been ruined, and her tunic was muddied. Darcy took off her upper tunic and began to change into the clean clothes that had been laid at the end of the bed.
Ashling stood on the deck looking out at the water with Eli, A wind blew over the water, causing a chill to run down Ashling's spine.Ashling turned and jumped with excitement, he heard Vincent and could seen him just walking up the gang plank. Pulling away from Eli's grasp ran to Vincent's side. Ashling stopped and stared seeing Trisha limp in Vincent's arms. Slightly tugging on Marge's sleeve he asked,
"Is she hurt?" He didn't know Trisha well but he didn't like seeing so much injury. Ashling looked up at Vincent. Vincent may have looked composed but Ashling could see what seemed like worry in his eyes, as if he were frightened or disturbed, or both. Gabe walked up behind Ashling and placed his strong hands on the elf's shoulders.
"Come along lad, now is not the best time. Darcy is up, She would like to see you soon." Ashling's heart lept hearing Darcy was alright. He looked up at Gabe,
"May I go see her?" Gabe smiled
"She'll join us in a minute or two." Ashling raised a white eyebrow in confusion,
"But her ankle is hurt how can she walk?" Gabe ushered Ashling over to the side.
"She has been healed."
"How?!" Gabe rolled his eyes
"That is not much important now lad, you will know soon enough." Ashling sighed what an eventful life he now led, he wasn't sure that he much liked it. What he wouldn't give to have a peaceful week.
Vincent barely glanced at Ashling. He did care about the elf, but at the moment, Trisha's weight was becoming heavier and heavier in his arms. Not to mention the constant chatter and complaining that Marge had poured into his ears. When he pushed open the cabin room door, he looked for the bed and then placed the unconscious girl onto the cot, placing the small blanket overtop of her small, frail figure.
Lain's eyes had widened at the sight of Trisha. Pushing past Marge, he nearly jumped onto Vincent's shoulder, grabbing his cape tightly, yanking Vincent's neck-which was already bruised by a black mark.
"Ah! Alfred-release your grip!" He roared, shoving the pirate away from him. Lain's balance had lost. Quickly tripping over, Lain slipped to the floor, landing with a loud thud, and a high-pitch squeal. His head hit the wooden floors, but he picked himself up to his knees and quickly crawled over to the bed where Trisha was lying.
Although Vincent's sudden fury and frustration bothered Lain, he was too worried to address him about it. He felt horrid! He could have stayed and fought! Or at least protected her!
"I should have stayed!" Lain wailed, placing a slightly shaky hand on the girl's cheek, rubbing it gently. She was so frail looking-but she always appeared that way, so it was hard to tell.
When Marge entered the room, she glanced at Vincent, who was heavily breathing, and then glanced at Lain. The worry on his face tugged on her heart. Had Vincent not told him she'd be fine? She grinned. She had rarely seen someone care so much for her daughter. For a moment, she just watched the man gently caress the girl's cheeks, until finally she blurted it out.
"Lain, you fool! She's fine. Just got scared of them creatures. Passed out is all-she's got such a faint heart and all! Don'tcha worry, she'll be fine." Vincent nodded, still breathing heavily, his hands longing to rub his throat, but didn't have time to draw attention.
Lain sighed lightly, his eyes still fixed on the sleeping girl. When he stood up, he rubbed his head lightly and glanced over at Vincent. Something seemed wrong. He walked over, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"You look worried. Don't be. Darcy's fine! She's awake, but her ankle looked pretty bad. I did what I could." Vincent smiled lightly. Thank goodness she was alright-all thanks to the twins, of course. For once, he had to admit, they were far more helpful then he ever could have been in that situation.
"Ashling's fine too-he's been worried though. He'll be happy to see you- What happened to your neck?!"
Pushing Vincent's collar aside, Lain observed the black ring that burned around the vampire's neck. Lain's puzzled look only worried Vincent, as well as Marge who leaned in to see as well.
"It's nothing. Do not bother yourself with it..."
"It's disgusting," Marge added, shaking her head.
"It's new. When did you get it? More importantly, how?" Placing his shaky fingers on the vampire's neck, he pulled them away when his own fingers stung from the heat. "What did you do now?"
"It wasn't my fault...We need to leave, though. Who knows if those creatures from before are hiding somewhere close. Ashling is not safe here."
"Apparently no one else is either," Lain added.
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