| Mitsuko & Irei: Raising the dead |
[November 21, 2009 @ 11:59pm] |
Who: Mitsuko Kamiyama and Irei Arakaki
When: Late night of February 11th
Where: Irei and Sascha's bungalow
What: Raising the dead
Mitsuko slipped into the bungalow in absolute silence. She had hid it well at dinner with Logan and Adrienne, save for the fact she hadn't had much of an appetite. She was extremely nervous about what was to happen.
After Logan had gone to bed, Mitsuko had snuck out her window and to Irei and Sascha's bungalow. She was dressed in a yukata which seemed far too thin to be worn outside in the current weather. She was not bothered by the cold. She's come over in her fox form, her fur protecting against the chill. Her long hair was pulled over her shoulder in a plait.
"Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" Mitsuko asked Irei when he appeared. She looked up at him with big, wide eyes. She looked far younger than Irei had ever seen her before, vulnerability coming off her in waves. She worried her lower lip. "If you don't want to, it's all right. I mean... I'll be able to deal with it. I never met my father, so... It'd be okay to not meet him now."
She noticed her hands were shaking and clutched them tightly to her chest. She didn't want to be so nervous, but she couldn't help it.
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| Katy Wilson: Not all presents come gift-wrapped. |
[October 29, 2009 @ 10:07am] |
Who: Katy Wilson
When: Morning of February 12, 2008
Where: Katy's cottage
What: Katy finds a gift left in front of her bedroom door.
She woke up choking. She covered her mouth and nose and opened her eyes, glancing around her room frantically. Why did it smell of death? The whole place reeked of it. She wanted to hurl, and she felt the bile rise in her throat. She had thought she must have been dreaming, that the smell was a part of her dream, but it only grew stronger as she woke to full consciousness.
She clutched the bed clothes and threw them from her as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She pulled her shirt collar over her nose in an attempt to keep the bad air out. She needed to get out of there. The smell of death, decay, and congealed blood was starting to make her panic. The animal inside was becoming riled up and urged her to follow ancient instincts.
Katy opened the door to leave her bedroom so she could make a dash down stairs and out the front door where hopefully there would be clean air and she could collect her thoughts and calm the rising panic, when she looked down. There in front of her was a mangled corpse of a once magnificent wolf. It's neck had been broken, and the animal had suffered greatly. In the animal's eye was penned a note that only said, ( I'm Watching. )
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| Elliot & Sascha: Dude to Dude |
[October 28, 2009 @ 1:31pm] |
Who: Elliot & Sascha
When: Afternoon of February 13th, 2008
Where: The Tailor Shop
What: Dude to dude advice
Elliot needed new clothes. More importantly he needed sexy clothes. Things to attract the eyes of women. His workplace didn’t have a dress code. He got sick of wearing the same thing everyday. Faded blue shirts and khakis got old quick. How was he going to pick up anybody looking like a normal busboy? Elliot had to stand out.
He was good at it naturally, but his clothes needed to stand out too.
Elliot popped out of the dressing room decked in black. White shirt, leather jacket, and lowrise black jeans. Lowrises were okay on dudes these days so he didn’t think about it. They were kinda tight though. Elliot moved around in them. He’d need a bigger size.
He stopped the nearest walking person by grabbing him on the shoulder.
“Hey, you’re a guy. Tell me what you think.” Elliot put on shades. He did a cool pose for him. “Does this say I’m cool yet approachable?” Elliot stared into the mirror at his reflection. His ego was getting to him. He smiled in satisfaction, slowly nodded. “And devilishly handsome and totally into you…”
Elliot said the last part to himself. He imagined talking to a woman when he said that.
Elliot shot a finger gun at the mirror as he grinned at his reflection.
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| Dexter & Irei: A Ghost's Plea |
[October 15, 2009 @ 9:01am] |
Who: Dexter Castel and Irei Arakaki
When: Early morning February 12
Where: Sascha and Irei's bungalow
What: The ghost goes to see the necromancer to plead for help.
The bastard had taken her away. Dexter had stood in the floor and tried to hold back the sense of fear that enveloped him. Dante would kill Dione. He would, there was nothing that could possibly stop him. Certainly not Dexter himself. He was just a ghost, incorporeal, incapable. He'd let her down.
Maybe he hadn't yet. Going after Dione wouldn't do any good at this point. Wherever the pair was going, he couldn't do anything there. He had to find someone who could do something. Only one person came to mind.
Irei, he remarked to himself. Dexter walked out of the bungalow he shared with his sister and started down the path to the bungalow he knew the necromancer shared with Sascha. The bungalow was dark, he'd expected that. It was far too late for most people to be awake. Yet it didn't bother his sight, he wasn't seeing much anyway. If ghosts could cry he was doing exactly that.
IREI! Though Dexter rarely found it necessary to yell at anyone, he was yelling now. The panic he had done so well to keep a lid on was coming out in spades. I need your help.
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| Zane and Susie: Radiation poisoning is no fun |
[October 14, 2009 @ 2:49pm] |
Who: Zane and Susie
When: Afternoon, January 13, 2008
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Susie comes in for her first treatment
"Prepare exam room 3 for my 2 o'clock appointment," Zane told the nurse he had just summoned to his office. The petite woman nodded, and left quickly down the hall toward her destination. It wouldn't take long for her to set up the room, but Zane wanted it to be ready for when his patient arrived.
"Aysu Medina," he said as he glanced over the small file on the freshwater mermaid. She had been diagnosed with radiation sickness when she arrived, but thankfully it was determined that it wasn't severe enough to bring about immediate death. Still, radiation poisoning of any level was a concern, and it was important that the girl begin her treatment as soon as possible. He already had a treatment plan in mind, but he wanted to complete his examination of the girl before he finalized any of it.
The nurse returned to Zane's office, and announced that the room was ready. "When Miss Medina arrives please show her to the room," he informed her with a smile. Zane took long strides to exam room 3, and took a seat on the round stool at the small table. He jotted down a few more notes, and waited patiently for the mermaid to arrive.
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| Ralph & Chris: Say Hello to Strangetown |
[September 16, 2009 @ 2:11pm] |
Who: Ralph and Open
When: Evening of January 14, 2008
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Ralph wakes up in strangetown.
Memories were problematic things when fantasy and reality dissolved together. Seeing as they were doing just that for Ralph, he had a problem coming on. Madness dwelt in his head for years, but the delirium became stronger as the food supply steadily became lower. He imagined death was something like this madness, the slow withering of a body eating itself alive because it wasn’t receiving nutrition any other way. Cannibalism had been a good option. Even the basest cells in the body were cannibals eating each other alive to save the colony in an effort of survival. As Ralph stared at the dead bodies in hunger, his stomach churned in disgust because he saw them rotting inside out in spite of the freshness from their recent deaths. Dead bodies were good for a lot of things but a meal wasn’t one of them.
Ralph opened his eyes but shut them, covered them using his bandaged hands. The last memory he recollected before waking up below a white light was falling down to the ground as he fainted mid-walk. The bright light around him meant an impending explosion. Facing explosions became a common occurrence on the outside.
“Duck!” shouted Ralph. “Take cover!”
His body rolled in effort to take cover but collided against rails. Ralph looked out as his hands gripped bed railing. He stared at a neat wall and counters covered in cotton swabs, sterile bandages, and alcohol bottles. The last of his group, a Bulgarian woman possessing a limp arm and missing three teeth, died a few days ago and left him alone in the unreal terrain. How did he forget? Starvation was a funny thing. The mind was playing tricks on him.
Where am I? thought Ralph.
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| The Kitano Family & Friends: Bumpy Roads |
[May 12, 2009 @ 6:31pm] |
Who: Kelsey, Zach, Adrienne, Lucinda, Nico, and Loki.
When: Saturday: April 7th, 2007
Where: Zach's house in Del Norte County, California.
What: Kelsey didn’t always approve of Adrienne. In fact, he once hated her. Family drama ensues.
Kelsey made his way down the darkened hall to find Zach, his robe tied around his flannel nightclothes. His mind poured over the information he had discovered just hours before from the mouth of his daughter. Alicia hadn’t said it directly to him, but Kelsey heard her say it nonetheless. His daughter had been talking to Zach about Adrienne, the girlfriend of his son, who had flown across the country to spend some time with Zach at their residence. During their talk, the word werewolf had come up — and it had come up in reference to Adrienne. Many, many times. Alicia had not sounded surprised either. In fact, she had already known about it when Kelsey overhead the two of them talking about her.
Zach had lied to Kelsey about this new girl. Of course she wasn’t a normal human, coming from the same school that Zach had been sent off to, but his son had lied to him about exactly what she was. An animal shapeshifter, Zach had said. Lucinda had said it, too, as did Alicia. Adrienne was not an animal shapeshifter with the ability to become a wolf, though. She was a monster — a werewolf of all things — and Zach had allowed her to come into their home without as much as warning to his own father! If Zach thought that this was something the elder Kitano was going to brush off and forgive, he was deeply mistaken.
( “I’m wrong?” Kelsey inquired. His voice was so low, so quiet it silenced Zach completely. “I’m wrong about wanting to protect my family? About wanting to protect my son from making the biggest mistake of his life? For getting involved with a werewolf!” )
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| Zach, Constance, and Adam: Plans |
[May 03, 2009 @ 9:49pm] |
Who: Zach, Constance, and Adam
When: Early afternoon of January 8th, 2008.
Where: Constance and Adam's cottage.
What: Constance is getting weary and old, and she wants to talk to Zach about something very important: Adam needs a new alchemist.
The walk to his grandmother’s house was filled with dread. He couldn’t get the encounter with Dante off of his mind ever since it happened, but he didn’t believe the other guy. Dante was clearly crazy, a little too much off his rocker, and Zach didn’t know whether or not to tell his grandmother. Last he talked to her, she had resigned from her position on the Head Council. Did she even have any sway anymore? Well, he knew she was friends with Theora and Dylan, but he didn’t know how far that friendship extended. He knew Theora, to a degree, but he didn’t know Dylan at all.
His grandmother said the position took too much of a toll on her and she couldn’t deal properly with the responsibilities any longer. It wasn’t that she didn’t have the capabilities. Constance was one of the toughest people he had ever known. It was age, weariness, and tire with life. She wanted a break from it all at last, a retirement of sorts. There was only so much a person could take, and Zach watched as his grandmother just couldn’t take it anymore.
( “Zach,” his uncle said happily, enveloping him in a hug that Zach easily returned. )
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| Dante and Zach: A confrontation - Part 1 |
[April 29, 2009 @ 4:36pm] |
Who: Dante and Zach
When: Friday - December 28, 2007 - Late Afternoon
Where: Near the alchemy labs
What: Dante delivers a threat
Dante had spent far too long in limbo. Doing nothing - saying nothing. It was unlike him, but it was necessary for survival. The facade had to last longer than usual, but the price he paid was losing more of whatever sanity he had left. The last full moon had pushed him to a point he had never been to before - he was riddled with anxiety even after a few days of rest. He needed to do something, and that something involved a particular alchemist.
He had watched him before, but he was never as dedicated as he was this day.
Zach.
The boy was the bane of his existence. He was the only person blocking the path to his destiny, but killing him would have garnered too much attention. Killing him would have pitted Adrienne against him. Adrienne was the goal - she had always been the goal. Fate had brought him to this place, and in turn brought him to her. It was a sign that they belonged together. If only she could see the same thing.
Dante waited for Zach outside the alchemy labs. He would wait all night if he had to, but sooner or later the boy would leave, and when he did he would run straight into Dante.
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| Dominic - Politicians don't rest, not even when it's cold |
[April 28, 2009 @ 9:18pm] |
Who: Dominic [Narrative]
When: January 2, 2008 - afternoon
Where: The Market Place
What: Campaigning - what else?
The wind was cold, and biting. It reminded Dominic of being out in the Northern Atlantic when he was in the Navy. He loved the open waters, but he wasn't a fan of the cold. He pulled the collar of his jacket over the scarf that was wrapped around his neck. "Damn cold," he muttered beneath his breath as he walked around the market place to meet-and-greet the people he passed. The siren was surprised that there were quite a few people out on such a cold day - half of them didn't even look like the cold bothered them at all. Dominic said 'hello' to everyone, and gave them small hand-outs of his original campaign poster.
"Hi, I'm Dominic Powell, and I'm running for Vice-Council," he told them with a grin that was made for politics. "I just want to make a difference if I can," he added after he gave them a hand-out. The siren made sure that he added a little bit of magic with every word that spilled from his lips. There wasn't a rule against using his magic to give himself a nudge, was there? At least the Head Council hadn't said anything about it in the beginning. As far as he was concerned it was part of his campaigning technique, and he didn't do it enough for it to become suspicious. He controlled his power well enough now, and he knew just how much to use, and when to use it.
Shops were more than happy to place his posters in their window, and Dominic took the time to talk to the shop keepers about what they hoped to see in the future in Elysium. He listened to each of them, and made it seem like he really cared. A part of him did, but there was another part that saw the bigger picture of it all. He had to win a place on the Vice Council. So much of the future depended on it.
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| Irei: Picking up a stray. |
[April 14, 2009 @ 5:57pm] |
Who: Irei and a new companion
When: Saturday, November 10, 2007. During twilight hours.
Where: outside of the Wine Bar.
What: Irei finds a small shadow that follows him home.
Irei stumbled out of the wine bar feeling more than a little tanked. He had probably over done it again with the drinking, and was unable to walk straight. Sascha wouldn’t be too happy when his friend returned home, unless he was somehow preoccupied and didn’t notice Irei walk in. But Irei hardly felt like he could pull off a ninja act in his current state of inebriation.
He placed his hand on the face of the building and pulled his jacket closed around his thin frame. It was getting colder in this place. Irei hated cold weather and winter was his least favorite season. He had been born on a tropical island even though he had lived the last few years of his life in New York before the pandemic and the wars. He had been awake in the morning drinking hot tea when he saw the small white flurries fall from the sky and cursed under his breath. He knew it was going to be cold at night when he would make his pilgrimage to the wine bar.
Irei was becoming quite well known at the bar, and one of the bartenders had talked him into eating a little with his drink. Irei didn’t even pay much attention to what it was, something fried and greasy that had no business being eaten with wine. No one seemed to understand that he had become used to the pangs of hunger. Like other things that seemed to surround him, he would miss them if they were gone. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t eat, Sascha made sure of that even as he stole food from Irei’s plate.
The food felt like a lead weight in Irei’s stomach and the feel of it was making his insides churn. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand and stumbled into the side alley before he had a chance to vomit in front of the popular building.
After purging his body of the contents of his stomach he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. He could still taste the acid and the bile in his mouth, and he spit on the ground in an attempt to rid himself of it when he heard a shift among the trash cans. He looked up and focused on the area where the noise had come from as a small black shadow walked out from between the cans and started the mewl at him.
( Irei blinked a few times at the black cat. “Shouldn’t you be on some witch’s broom?” )
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| Lucinda & Sascha: Protective Momma |
[February 01, 2009 @ 3:37pm] |
Who: Lucinda and Sascha
When: Thursday, November 8, 2007. Early Afternoon.
Where: The Library
What: Parents can be scary, especially protective mothers.
Kelsey attempted to talk her out of it for days, but Lucinda wasn't hearing any of it. She made it known to her husband that she would come looking for Sascha at his place of work, which happened to be the library. Kelsey also worked there, and he tried as best as he could to ask Lucinda to step down and leave it alone. He said that Zach could take care of himself, and Lucinda agreed their son was more than capable of taking care of himself. What bothered her most of all would be an adult posing as Zach's friend, trying to get close to her son for ulterior motives. She didn't want an adult lying to her son like that and pulling wool over his eyes.
She came to the library after lunch and made her way to the front desk. The mother had no idea what Sascha looked like as she had never met him before, and so she knew she wouldn't recognize him. The best thing for her to do was to remain polite until she found him. Her hand rang the small bell on the desk, tapping it a few times, as her eyes looked for someone to appear. Finally, a man did show up. Lucinda took a deep breath and told herself to remain calm.
"Hello," she called out. "I'm looking for a Sascha Connolly. Would you be able to tell me if he is here or where I can find him?" Hopefully, it was a good introduction.
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| Chris and Hayate: Confessions of a jealous teenager |
[January 30, 2009 @ 9:35pm] |
Who: Chris and Hayate
When: November 10, 2007 - Afternoon
Where: Start - Near the café, End - Hayate's cottage
What: Hayate isn't the only one who gets possessive
Chris had been in a bad mood ever since the day she spied Hayate with another woman. The image was burned on her memory, a wretched reminder that the boy that she liked had been holding hands with another girl! She stomped everywhere she went, and her brother knew better than to get in her way. She didn't answer him when he asked her what was wrong, choosing to give him the evil eye instead of telling him her problems. He was a boy, and at that point Chris thought that all boys were jerks.
The young girl hadn't left the water bungalow until today, her feet dragging her toward the Market Place. Chris wasn't going anyplace in particular she just needed to walk around to clear her mind, but all she kept thinking about was Hayate and how she missed him. But she didn't want to miss him - he didn't deserve to be missed! He was with someone else, holding hands with someone else, and he was a big jerk because of it!
She growled under her breath, steam rising from her parted lips. It was chilly out, and there was some snow on the ground from the morning. Was this their first snow of the season? Chris didn't know, and she didn't care at the moment. She sighed a little, and lifted her head to see where she was going. Her breath caught in her chest and she stopped dead in her tracks. There, standing in front of the café, was Hayate. Chris looked around for the other girl, but it seemed as if the vampire was alone. Unable to move from her spot (since it seemed her feet had a mind of their own) Chris decided to glare at him. Her anger rose in her chest as her eyes remained fixed on the vampire.
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| Zach and Adrienne: Birthday Girl |
[January 30, 2009 @ 9:52pm] |
Who: Zach and Adrienne
When: Sunday, December 9, 2007. Nighttime.
Where: Zach’s room.
What: Adrienne’s birthday surprise.
WARNINGS: Mature sexual content between lovebirds.
Zach noted to himself that it had been raining nonstop today as he glanced outside of his bedroom window. The rain put a damper on any possible outside ideas for Adrienne’s birthday, but it had been raining for a few days now and he had expected as much. Scraping his original plans, Zach came up with something on the fly. While it was semi-childish, it was the best he could do on short notice. He hoped Adrienne would like it as he hurried out of his room and back downstairs.
Adrienne hadn’t asked him anything all day after he said happy birthday, but he noticed as her mood began to drop towards the evening. He hadn’t given her any gifts yet and nothing short of those two celebratory words coupled with a kiss, so Adrienne was probably wondering why the hell her boyfriend sought it fit not to give her anything. That wasn’t the case, though. Zach had set up her surprise ahead of time in his room, and he was just waiting until nighttime to unveil it to her.
The couple had left her cottage not too long ago, and they were lucky enough to have heavy duty raincoats to shield them from the rain on the way to Zach’s home. The dry warmth of Zach’s cottage was welcoming after their travel, and he just had to add the finishing touches while she waited downstairs. Now, he stood on the last step with a big grin on his face and beckoned her with his hand. “C’mon,” Zach said, “I have something to show you.”
Up the stairwell they went until they reached the top, and Zach ushered her to his bedroom door. “Close your eyes.” Zach was smiling, fighting off the anticipation as he waited for Adrienne to cover her face with her hands or just close her eyes, and he slowly opened the door to lead her inside by the arm.
“Look,” he murmured, biting on his lower lip as he turned to gauge her reaction.
He had set up a tent in his room using sheets, but it was a tent that looked more like a palace of sheets. There were little flags and an opening made of a square cloth, one they could pull aside in order to enter. From outside of the tent, the whole structure seemed to glow. Zach had set up lights on the inside, where her cake and presents awaited her.
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| Sascha and Dione |
[January 28, 2009 @ 8:14pm] |
Who: Sascha and Dione
When: Wednesday, November 21, 2007- Late Morning
Where: The Wine Bar
What: Sometimes music is the best therapy
Sascha could feel the strings vibrating beneath his calloused fingertips as he strummed at his guitar. He wasn't familiar with musical notation or any of the more technical aspects of playing; if asked to read a sheet of music or take melodic dictation, he'd likely end up staring blankly into space or doodling randomly on the page. No, he was mainly self-taught, so everything he knew, he'd learned through trial and error. He was surprisingly skilled if you took that fact into account, and he'd picked up on an astonishing number of musical pieces simply playing by ear.
It was unusual for Sascha to be in the Wine Bar at this time of day- actually, it was rare for him to ever be in the Wine Bar given the fact that he didn't really drink alcohol anymore- but his library shift wasn't slated to begin until later in the afternoon, so he had time to spare. He'd gotten it on good authority that Dione liked to spend her time playing here most days, and he'd been in a bit of a mood for the last few weeks. There was always something about this time of year, right around Thanksgiving, when the melancholy really started to sink in; it was bad enough having to manage the cycles of grief that washed over him every September around the anniversary of his family's death, but holidays were always difficult. He wasn't even really in mourning anymore, but there was still that vague, lingering ache that just refused to go away.
( Sascha usually found his solace in writing, or reading, or- sometimes- in music )
He started at the beginning again, and as he played out the notes, he began to lightly sing along. The song resonated with him enough that by the last verse he was strumming almost desperately, eyes shut tight as he belted out the words.
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| Sydni Wilson and Sascha Connolly |
[January 10, 2009 @ 3:18pm] |
When: Shortly after first arriving in Elysium
Where: The Library
What: Handsome librarians confuse Sydni
Sydni had not spoken to anyone in weeks. Well, anyone besides Molly, but the pup, while wonderful, was not much of a conversationalist. The first week in Elysium she had not actually left the cottage, and by then Molly was so wound up from only having the yard to play in, walking could not be avoided. Even during her walks, she never spoke to anyone. When anyone spoke to her, she jumped and moved away as if she were frightened. She was. She was very timid and the world going to Hell didn't make her feel any better. But the walks had helped. Seeing other people, she realize she was not totally alone. Slowly, she began to do odd things for her neighbors. Weed gardens, stack wood. Anything she could do without talking to anyone. Maybe no one noticed. But it helped to focus on something other than the final images of her family. They were no more gruesome than anyone else's, but the brunette internalized so much, that it was enough to make her mute.
Finally, she had grown restless. Maybe it was the wolf inside her, or maybe she was ready to cease mourning. She didn't really know what to do, so she meandered. She even made it into town, though she didn't speak to anyone, even still. Somehow, her feet knew where to take her. The library. Shocked almost, she stood in front of it, staring at the door for a few minutes, before she realized people were staring. Cheeks reddening, she hurried inside.
Once inside, it was like she had stepped into another world. She may have been there a few minutes, or a few hours. But, by the time she was done, she had a stack of books in her arms. Some books she should have read a long time ago (or so she thought): Plato's Republic and The Aeneid; some books she enjoyed: Les Miserables and The Lord of the Rings; even some scientific journals. Making her way to the circulation desk, she felt something akin to giddiness, maybe even contentedness.
Looking up, though, she felt her breath catch. Mircea?! she thought. The books fell from her hands with considerable noise, but she didn't move to pick them up. Echoing her thoughts, she managed a whispered exclamation, "Mircea!" She thought everyone she had known was... gone.
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| Sascha's Snapshots: Session Two |
[December 26, 2008 @ 12:38am] |
Who: Sascha and VARIOUS
What: Assorted drabbles (i.e., a history in 100 words)
Where: Various locations
When: Various points in Sascha's life
Notes and Warning: The first three drabbles were expressly requested by the lovely Maren as part of a holiday writing exchange, and I got so hooked on the challenge of the 100-word-limit that I couldn't stop. Includes some brief sexual content, but this is Sascha, so you were probably expecting it. XD More to follow.
( Big V )
( First Word )
( Day in the Park )
( Annie’s Secret )
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| Elijah, Aubert, and Little Constance |
[November 08, 2008 @ 2:24pm] |
Who: Aubert, Elijah, and little Constance
When: Autumn, 1940
Where: Alaska
What: Aubert and Elijah make a trip to share his alchemic knowledge and meet a young Constance
A journey to Alaska was the furthest thing from Elijah’s mind, but Aubert insisted on making the trip. There had been legends spread amongst the various tribes in the frozen North that spoke of people with powers to change ordinary items into jewels and sometimes gold. The older generation called it magic, but Aubert knew instantly that it was alchemy. It was the same gift that he had been given, and it was exciting news since the old Frenchman had never met another alchemist before in his entire life. He knew he could not pass on the opportunity to meet others like himself, and to share his knowledge with them.
“Allez, Elijah!” The old man yelled over the heavy winds that blew across the land they traveled. The cold bit against Elijah’s skin, but he could handle it without a problem. He was, however, worried about the old man that he was journeying with. Aubert was well over two-hundred years old now; carmot having kept him alive this entire time. But as the alchemist’s protector, Elijah could not help but feel worried about him. Elijah sought to ease the older man’s burden by carrying all of their supplies, along with the journals they had brought with them. The journals were, as Aubert said, “to spread the knowledge of alchemy to others.” It was the alchemist’s greatest wish – to have his legacy pass on to the next generation. It was the reason he had pushed Elijah to learn all of the formulas and laboratory techniques – he wanted something of his to live on into the future.
The pair reached a remote town in the Alaskan countryside, and entered the local tavern. The environment was warm, and welcoming despite the odd looks that were cast in the direction of the alchemist and elemental. Aubert immediately approached the bartender to ask questions about the local legends while Elijah seated himself at an empty table. Though Elijah had enhanced strength, the bags he had been carrying had become heavy over the past few hours they had walked. He relaxed into the wooden chair, slouching a bit as he waited for Aubert. Elijah smiled at the other patrons in the tavern, glad for the respite from his travels with his alchemist.
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| OPEN to all of Elysium- PARTY TIME! |
[November 07, 2008 @ 1:23am] |
Who: OPEN TO ALL
When: Tuesday, October 23, 2007- Late evening
Where: The Tiki Hut and surrounding shoreline
What: Irei's first-ever birthday party!
Sascha had never been much of a party planner, so the fact that everything had gone off without a single hitch (even given the adverse weather conditions) seemed like a miracle in and of itself. Today was Irei's birthday, and since neither of them had ever had an actual party before, Sascha decided it was high time they made some changes to their usual birthday routine. They definitely had the resources for a large scale celebration here in Elysium, and that was exactly what Sascha was looking to give his best friend.
He'd had the presence of mind to post some flyers in strategic locations throughout Helicharis to let people know about the upcoming event, making sure to mention that no RSVPs or gifts were necessary (although they were always appreciated.) The weather had suddenly turned nasty less than a week before the party; fortunately for him, enough of the Tiki Hut and its adjoining dance floor was covered to ensure that no one in attendance would end up stranded in the rain.
The sun had already dipped below the sharp line of the horizon by the time Sascha and Irei made their way along the shoreline leading to the Tiki Hut. Irei wasn't privy to the exact details of the night's celebration, although he knew something was definitely up; Sascha rarely went out of his way to dress beyond comfortably shabby, and he sure as hell never did for the fun of it. It was one day out of the year when he could bear to make himself "presentable" by Irei's standards, though, and he'd had the tailor's help to outfit him in a flattering black and pinstripe ensemble with his hair pulled back into a tight little ponytail.
He pulled his cigarette away from his lips and grinned at his companion as the festivities came into view. It seemed he needn't have worried about the weather preventing people from seeing his flyers; the bar and dance floor areas were already at full capacity with a few familiar faces and many strangers, but everyone seemed to be having an entertaining time. A band had set up under one of the covered areas, and an extra canopy tent had been erected above the sandy overflow dance floor to shield the party-goers from the light mist outside. Sascha had even worked out an arrangement to have some food and employees from both the restaurant and cafe sent over to accomodate the sheer number of people present. Yes indeed, it looked like all of his work had paid off.
"Thought you could use a decent night out for once," he said with a smirk as he replaced the cigarette and motioned at the crowd of people. "Half of these bastards are just here for the alcohol, but I figured that's what you're usually here for, too." Sweeney had already begun to make friends with some of the servers in the buffet line, and Sascha gave Irei a firm pat on the back as he ushered him into the melee. "Happy birthday, by the way."
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