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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 27, 2008 19:02:50 GMT -5
The entire Entreri clan sat around a circular table within Ninth Heaven well at least the members of the clan that mattered. The five have enjoyed themselves significantly since they have left the home of their stubborn father. Without his oppression all the members have grown greatly in the short eight-month time period. It was as if an oppressive cloud was lifted from the family.
Elandil was munching slowly on a garden green salad that she found amazingly fresh. It tasted as if it came from her garden. Rhyme had a piece of paper out and was drawing some new illusion he was planning to work into a new song he heard recently. Alina was staring oddly into space as she tapped her finger in beat to the table softly while Lucas sat there, reading manga in Spanish. Lastly Samantha was eating a plain jelly sandwich, every once in a while putting a piece of crust under the table.
Suddenly with a blast of badly down illusionary smoke, Prometheus appeared. His hair was horrible, appearing to not been combed in a week and his robe was covered with mud and small tears. He was a sad sight to look at. Unknown to everyone but Prometheus, it took him seven and three-fourths months to notice that his family was gone.
“Elandil! I see you joined our no-good son and daughter at this horrible school. If you come home right now I will overlook this and we can go back to being a happy family with three children.” He said, glaring at Rhyme and Samantha.
To his fathers words about how bad he was, Rhyme pulled at a kunai from his sleeve but his mothers hand on his made him put it down for the moment but he did continue to glare at his father.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2008 19:16:13 GMT -5
Roxy munched on crusts in a contented manner, her tail wagging back and forth pleasantly, also sneaking in a few licks to get the peanut butter from Sam's hand. She was a rather happy dog, her brown and blue eyes looking over towards Promethius with a good bit of curiosity. She slinked out from under the table with an expression of curiosity protrayed in her attentively lifted ears.
Gavin quietly sat on the other side of the Ninth Heaven, seemingly not noticing Promethius' presence in the Ninth Heaven, he simply looked towards Elandil, his hand writing on a notepad, his eyes didn't look at the words but it seemed to him like he didn't have to. He was kind of sad right now, despite the joy he felt whenever he looked at Elandil- the sad thing about this situation was that he was perfectly aware that Elandil was married and breaking up marriages wasn't something that Gavin was willing to do, let alone capable of doing.
Einin's gaze followed Roxy who made her way up to the stranger, the orange eyes of the elf gathering information as quickly as possible with a sharp gaze. Einin's hair had been dyed recently which could be told because his pink roots weren't currently showing and instead it was all the illustrious black that it normally was. He looked and examined the faces of the family at the table as well, and an expression of increased interest, and even a bit of half-concealed disgust fell over his face. "Roxanne!" He said, his voice calm and easily carried in the air.
Roxy stopped halfway to Promethius, letting out a cheerful bark before trotting to Einin, her tongue hanging out lazily from her mouth. She was a happy dog, as was apparent in her gait. She walked as quickly to Einin as possible without running, finally reaching his side and sitting down, proud to be sitting next to her best friend.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 27, 2008 19:31:12 GMT -5
Elandil’s voice rang out clearly just like Einin’s over the noise of the room; her voice training made it easy for her to project her voice. She set her fork gently down on the table before finally raising her gaze to meet PromethEus.’
“No.” she said. Even with such a simple word, her force could be felt. She wasn’t afraid of him, and he didn’t own her, only a person that owned her heart could do that, and he lost that ability when he chose to shut himself up his the basement and made her son leave.
Samantha frowned when Roxy left; she really loved the cute little doggy. She went up to go after it and ended up taking Alina with her. Alina did not want to leave Sam alone right now and it was an excuse to get away from this love fest.
“What did you say? Now you listen to me, if it wasn’t for me you would still be singing for drunken men at festivals for the money they throw!” Prometheus yelled at her.
“Going to say how my daddy preached a little gospel, and sold a few bottles of doctor good?” Elandil replied back with a laugh of knowing that her musically ignorant husband didn’t get the joke.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2008 21:02:06 GMT -5
Gavin stood up when he noticed Promethius' presence and instantly there was a tension around him, he really obviously didn't like Promethius. He narrowed his eyes at him into a glare but didn't interfere in Elandil's business- it wasn't Gavin's place to say just what was on his mind. His fists clenched tightly without his realizing of it, the pencil snapping and recieving no recognition from Gavin. It was apparent that if Elandil needed any assistance then he would be there to help.
A laugh rang out, coming crisply from Einin's lips, "You think that you can lay claim to them?" he asked, not so much seeing anything wrong in the concept of having atleast some abstract ownership over people, what he thought was wrong was that this stranger obviously didn't treat them well. "I was raised to believe that you care for people in the same manner that you would have those above you treat you." he laughed, the inflection in his speech gave away that he normally had an accent, even if the accent itself didn't show. Einin scratched behind Roxy's ear as he stood up, strapped to his back was a hardingfele- it was odd the number of musicians that had gathered in the room, actually. It seemed like Promethius was the only one present who didn't have ties to music in any way.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 27, 2008 21:11:30 GMT -5
“Well, he may not be a Gypsy but could be a tramp or thief” Alina said, giving a small laugh as well as she stood and watched over Sam.
Sam was off in her own world kind of. Since the spell she put herself under, she is tends to block out the evil of her father. Currently she was too focused on petting Roxy down her back, trying to keep calm and not fall into the depression her father can cause.
“Listen here bub, stay out of this, and you watch your mouth you little harlot!” He said to Einin and Alina respectively.
Prometheus walked menacingly over toward Alina and Sam, raising his arm in a menacing way to imply that he was going to smack Alina.
Both Rhyme and Elandil narrowed their eyes as they watched their father/husband approach the girls. Rhyme’s thumb twitched slightly as he readied to send a kunai flying at Prometheus while Elandil pulled a small marble from her pocket that would daze anyone not musically inclined in some way. If that man dared lay a hand on either girl, he would either be getting a knife to the hand or a searing migraine.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2008 21:46:25 GMT -5
"You stay the hell away from them!" Gavin shouted, his voice filled with anger, his flute already in hand and he briskly made his way towards Promethius, "I'll kill you where you stand if you do anything to Elandil's children." he threatened, it was already terrible to hit children but to hit your own children in such a manner was too much and Gavin was ready to make sure that Promethius was going to get punished for it.
Before Gavin could do anything though a hand was brought accross Promethius' face, "You might be allowed to defile thier bodies in other company but when I'm present you won't lay a single hand on them." Einin's expression showed that he knew a good deal more that people might have thought he did, "I would have thought someone who prided themselves so much for thier magic would be able to at least sheild thier minds- then again it's as sick as any a place." Einin spat in Promethius' face, "Disgusting..." he muttered.
Gavin's eyes were wide when he heard what Einin had said, surely he must have been joking- though it would have been a rather appalling joke to make. He glanced over towards Elandil to see how she was recieving what Einin had said because honestly Gavin didn't fully know the merit of either man so he wasn't sure what exactly to think of what this Einin fellow said, but the terrible thing was that he didn't think that it would be much of a stretch for Promethius to... well, you know.
Roxy picked up on the mood towards Promethius rather quickly, growling as menacingly as she could which while wasn't that menacing it was still a little threatening when she nipped at Promethius' ankles, the fur on her neck raised slightly and her body lowered to the ground. She moved restlessly between Einin and the enemy, trying to protect her master. This was probably why Einin liked having a dog, they were comparable to a loyal servant- just like back home, though just like back home he took good care of Roxy, treating her like family.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 27, 2008 22:02:25 GMT -5
Alina grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled her away from Roxy and closer to herself. She squeezed it semi hard, not enough to be overly painful but enough to let her know to focus.
“Get ready, sub-harmonic about ten hertz; things are about to get hot in here.” Alina whispered to Sam and get a nod in response. Their mother taught them how the right frequency can do odd things to selective pockets of air, and judging by how their father’s temper was rising, it was about to get toasty.
Prometheus brought one hand to his face and wiped the spit off. He didn’t even have time to comprehend what the man said. He started at him blankly in shock from being spit on for a moment before snarling out.
“You little bastard”
Then, suddenly he let out two hands with open palmed and a get of orange flame jutted from each hand. He wasn’t good enough to get really hot flames but orange would hurt enough. When he did though Alina and Sam pressed their lips together and appeared to hum, though no sound could be audibly heard. Trained bards though could feel the vibration. The flames stopped in their general area, a small semi-spherical area just around themselves and Roxy.
Rhyme was about to act but he felt the girls’ tone. He knew they would be safe and figured the others were smart enough to block the flames some other way. He did raise the hand with the kunai once more and pulled a few more from his sleeve, it was a bit cramped in her to get them moving but after his training with Rei his aim was decent.
Elandil would have done something as well but was in a small state of shock. Her mind slowly took in the words the man said and tried to comprehend them.
What does he mean by defile their bodies? she thought to herself as she started blankly at the scene.
Her mind should have seen it right away but as is with traumatic events, it takes a while for it to sink in. She didn’t want to believe it was true, but looking back, it seemed to make sense.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 27, 2008 23:02:12 GMT -5
A wave of orange formed around the flames that would have hit Einin, enveloping the flames and extinguishing them, "You're outmatched." Einin laughed a little, "I would have thought that someone who focused so much on his magic would be at least a little better than you." he said, a mocking expression on his face, Einin was very capable with his magic and while it didn't immediately span into the elements- he was particularly good at twisting the magical energies he could find anywhere- he could draw it straight from an opponent if they weren't careful enough. Einin was downright deadly in a fight and it was something that anyone magically competent should be able to sense.
Gavin's mind was struggling to rationalize any alternative reasons why the black haired elf would say what he had, he shook his head, Promethius, the bastard was going to get one hell of a beating. He raised the flute to his lips and the first notes of the fight were played, a shrill clearing noise that peirced the thoughts of listeners and then it spiraled quickly into a complex stream of music, violently twisting into one line to another and at such speed that it seemed like at least three flutes playing simultaneously- his eyes burrowed into Promethius as he played, the tune energizing to those whom were capable of drawing from the music and then the song was specially formulated to wear down upon the chosen enemy, obviously this was Promethius.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 28, 2008 21:52:44 GMT -5
When Gavin began to play his flute, Elandil took out her mandola and began to play just as quickly. She plucked opposite cords to Gavin that sounded strangely out of tune. This had the basic effect of creating destructive waves that would cancel out his song. Prometheus just stared there with a blank face as the music rushed all around him.
After the music stopped Elandil walked over to the table.
“Thank you Gavin, but I will take care of this.” she said sharply but politely to Gavin, her voice tense.
“But you!” she said directing herself at Prometheus “Care to explain what this man is talking about between you and our lovely daughters?” her voice was filled with contained anger that was bubbling to the surface. Anyone with any sense to detect magic could feel her energy building, Prometheus of course, could not.
Sam fell to her knees when Elandil stated the past again. She repressed it long ago but having it so close to mind was making it harder for it to stay hidden. Small bits here and there were beginning to crack within her poor mind. Alina stroked her hair gently, trying to calm her as well as making soft shushing noises.
“Dear, who are you going to believe, this stranger or your own husband” he said with a sickenly false sweetness in his voice, trying to pacify her.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 29, 2008 1:30:41 GMT -5
"No offense but you don't strike many as the most trustworthy of people." Einin commented, not really helping the situation. He looked down at the dog, "Release, girl." he said, and Roxy trotted off to the other side of the room, trying to get at a safe distance from whatever was going to happen. Einin shrugged, there was a bit of frankness to everything he did, making it almost impossible not to believe him.
Gavin lowered the instrument from his lips, his expression worried, Elandil was angry and he didn't want her to get carried away and possibly cause something to happen that nobody wants to happen. Of course this wasn't a reference to Promethius getting killed because Gavin doubted that many people would have a problem with that... it was just that this was the Ninth Heaven, and there were lots of people gathered here.
Lots of people who could get hurt.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Nov 29, 2008 13:27:14 GMT -5
Elandil turned to Einin when good old Prometheus refused to answer straightly.
“How about you then? Mind to explain what my no-good husband did?” her anger wasn’t directed at Einin exactly and she would probably apologize to him later about it. It was just all the anger at the moment was impossible to turn off to try and be nice to this man who did nothing wrong.
Alina’s eyes widened when she saw what was about to happen. If that man told their mother what happened, like they should have long ago...this was not going to be pretty. She pulled on Sam’s arm, trying to drag her away from ground zero.
“Rhyme! Help!” she yelled toward her brother as she struggled to pull the near comatose sister.
Rhyme ran over, putting the daggers away and helped Alina pulled Sam toward the other side of the room near where Roxy was. There they sat, with Lucas totally unaware still at the table reading his manga.
“Wait! Don’t liste-!” Prometheus began to say before Elandil made a hand gesture and the voice ended in his throat. His mouth still tried to make the moves to talk but nothing came out.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Nov 30, 2008 4:11:10 GMT -5
Einin shrugged, "Normally I would say that you should talk to him yourself about that but obviously it's not at all an option." he motioned to the now silenced Promethius, "Anyone would be suspicious that something was wrong when they first simply glance at your family- it's rather sadly your fault miss that you didn't notice on your own." He shrugged, "I imagine that you must have felt some kind of emotion for this man not to suspect anything of him, which is probably the worst thing of all. This husband of yours raped your daughters, had his tastes been even more varied I would assume your sons would have been subject to him as well." Einin while letting it show rather plainly that he thought of Promethius as some synonym for a lesser being because of what he had done, it was also quite obvious that he didn't like having to explain himself. Einin was formerly a prince which was a position where you didn't have to repeat yourself often and then after that he lived on his own where people weren't a factor to be worried over; period.
Roxy licked Sam's hands, a soft whining coming from her as she did so yet her tail didn't stop moving optimistically, her dual colored eyes searching for some kind of movement or expression that things were okay as she nudged her damp black nose against Sam. Unable to stand still for any length of time she shuffled about nervously, feeling a sense of loyalty to Sam that kept her nearby despite her need to keep moving.
Gavin assisted Rhyme in moving Sam, making sure she wasn't hurt, it was kind of funny how he was here now, helping people for once considering how things were known to go in the past, having to sacrifice others and their livelihoods so that he could continue living, well... of course he got the job here at Twilight Moon because without it he wouldn't have a stable income and no means to get money instead of the other possible sacrifices. Speaking of which... he had less than a year to go, oh dear. Gavin blinked, realizing that his mind had gotten distracted and he looked on to the scene, hoping that it would play out in a way that didn't make things worse for everyone.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Dec 2, 2008 18:19:04 GMT -5
Sam hugged onto Roxy though not as hard as before. She clung to this poor dog though as a lifeline, trying to keep her sanity intact as she tried to block out the horrible scene. She just kept repeating to herself “This isn’t happening” over and over again, trying to make it all go away.
Alina and Rhyme smiled though, one inwardly and one openly, finally got that their father was about to get his just deserts. Luckily for Roxy though Rhyme had the foresight to cover the poor dogs ears since he could tell things where about to get loud.
“You might want to cover your ears Gavin” Rhyme said as he held the dog’s.
Elandil’s eyes widened as her face filled with furry as she turned toward her husband. Prometheus cowered beneath her form, knowing that something bad was going to happen soon. This will be worse then when he used her antique flute to stir his one caldron of potion.
“YOU DID WHAT!” she screamed at him. “ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU MOLESTED OUR ONLY DAUGHTERS!”
With her first yell all the glass shattered within Ninth Heaven and you could hear the janitors grumble already about how Rhyme’s family always makes a mess. The tiny shards of glass rained down all around the people within.
“GET OUT!” she yelled once more giving a sweeping gesture as Prometheus was shot out the window down the cliff and into the lake far below.
It was at this point that most of the students and staff within Ninth Heaven decided to make their orderly exit out, and by orderly they all ran as fast as they could for the nearest exits and nearly got crushed trying to make their way through.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 2, 2008 18:29:28 GMT -5
Gavin covered his ears before he even recieved any prompting, his eyes watching the sight that really wasn't the nicest thing to see but it was like watching a train wreck- you couldn't look away no matter how badly you wanted to. A vague passing of wondering whether or not Elandil would have been as angry if they had other daughters, it was a little funny that she had to say 'our only daughters' because it would have been equally as bad if it hadn't been their only daughters.
Einin covered his ears as well, keeping a serious attitude about him, obviously not minding the spectacle that Elandil was making, he actually couldn't help but smile when he saw people run like shoppers into a Wal-Mart on 'Black Friday.' Someone should check for deaths once this was all done with, it wouldn't suprise him if someone had been trampled. It was a cruel thing to think but the world was a cruel place that killed people in the oddest of ways.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Dec 18, 2008 20:23:36 GMT -5
((Sorry Liz, major writers block and still isn’t the best but I have to keep this moving. Oh, and are you going to get involved with the whole fight between Elandil and Prometheus or am I just RPing with myself?))
Elandil’s short heels made a soft clicking and crunching sound as they hit the bare stone and the small shards of a glass. So, together it was a clic-unch. Her shoulders were tight together and her arms stiff. She held a lot of tension in her limbs and body. As she walked down the hall people avoided her, either from the way she held her body, the angry fire in her eyes, or the sheer waves of power that came off her form.
Prometheus landed with a splash in the lake below, spitting and sputtering as he rose to the surface. As he slowly swam under the heavy weight of his robes, he hoped it would be over, but knowing Elandil, he doubted it. As he reached the edge, the water came off him in sheets, from his greasy hair, his robes, and his body. He left a giant puddle where-ever he walked.
“Alina, help me with Sam” Rhyme said as he pulled the still muttering girl off of Roxy. With Alina’s help, he picked her up. He carried her in his arms as he followed his mother, not sure where else to go. Alina was right next to him, caressing Sam’s hair which was really out of character for her. They walked side by side a few yards behind Elandil, and cringed when she got to the giant wooden doors of the front hall and threw them over as if they were cheap plastic.
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