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Post by demonfire on Dec 24, 2007 22:25:34 GMT -5
"If I've got one, then I don't remember. Just call me Shark. Call me Squalo, se parli italiano," Shark said, with his rough harsh German accent becoming fluent Italian. Of course Shark knew Italian, if he didn't then he would have failed in many of his missions. "Just grant me one favor and not speak German," he thought. "Well, never knew that such a beautiful rose had such sharp thorns," Shark thought as Eithne became harsh towards the little insane boy.
Brandon didn't seem to notice, but a magical cup of punch appeared in his hand. It spilled onto Eithne's dress, with the seconds before that in slow motion, postponing the inevitable. "I'M SO SORRY MISS LADY!" Brandon said as he continued dancing with a smirk.
"Let's just say, that if I was ever given a Malatov Cocktail, then it wouldn't be a good day in that castle," Estrik said with a smirk.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 24, 2007 22:33:20 GMT -5
Eithne looked at the dress, utter shock on her face and she now glared at Brandon, "Now then, young sir... I'm afraid you've gotten yourself into quite the pickle. You see, a good friend of mine gave me this and if you have ruined it... then you'll pay with more than just your life." Eithne looked towards Shark's sword and fought the impulse to take it to beat the snot outta the kid, but she ignored it, and instead walked towards Brandon, "You can take the beating or resist, it'll be inevitable, choose." She spoke with an authority in her voice that really was quite striking. Her red gaze fiery as she clenched her fists at her side. Sure, the name issue was just an annoyance, but Kyar had bought her this dress and it was very dear to her- now look at it, most likely ruined. Eithne kinda wished she had Aurora with her...
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Dec 24, 2007 22:37:22 GMT -5
-Mörbïd stood, leaning against some pole at the party. He was quite bored; no one had approached him. Somewhat tired, he scanned the party for Suzume. Funny, he thought, I'm looking for the eight year old for some entertainment at the Christmas Eve party. How much more pathetic can I get? Smiling, he walked towards a place that seemed more interesting, based on no prior information, of course, since this had been a quiet party for him so far. And the music suxx0red, so far. Badly. He would glady request Making Christmas, if he knew where the DJ was.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 24, 2007 22:38:45 GMT -5
"Erm...42?" Brandon asked with shock and fear planted upon his face. Brandon crouched down into a fetal position as he protected the goods, his kidneys, and his face.
Shark simply took out the large sword from its sheathe on his back and swung it around for a bit to get a feel for it before throwing it up and catching it on the blade. "If you want to use it, go ahead. Just make sure you can hold it first," Shark said, with a playfully mocking tone in his thoughts. It was quite the heavy sword, and with Eithne to be able to flaunt it with ease would be quite the accomplishment.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 24, 2007 22:49:13 GMT -5
Eithne smirked as she was offered a weapon, her hand reached out for it and for a moment she seemed to be struggling to lift it even the slightest bit, she then paused and smirked at Shark, then lifted the weapon with ease, "Only a little heavier than Aurora, really." She smiled as she looked down at Brandon, but the smile quickly fell, "Oh come on! You have to do better than that! You're pathetic." She kicked Brandon, trying her own form of persuasion to get him up off the floor to actually fight. Eithne was lovely at persuading people, wasn't she?
Suzume stood in the corner, watching Eithne with wide eyes, wondering why she was beating on the boy... then again... her dress was covered in juice now... and it was such a pretty dress..
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Post by demonfire on Dec 24, 2007 22:55:28 GMT -5
Shark stared at Eithne beating upon the boy in awe, as if during that time she had suddenly gained some power over him. In a sense, she did. What can I say? Shark likes his women strong. "Need any help?" Shark asked, eager to get out some pent up aggression. Although the amount he had might kill Brandon.
"My shiiiiiiiiiiiiinsssss!" Brandon said as he yelled for dear life. Brandon got up before he ran around the party in mad and impossible to predict zig-zags; running around people, punch, etc. He ran and hid behind Suzume. "Protect me, Fox Girl!" he yelled like bloody murder.
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Dec 24, 2007 23:00:19 GMT -5
-Finally, Mörbïd's eyes landed upon Suzume. He smiled and sauntered over to the corner she stood in. He knelt down, and it seemed like he would be proposing to the little girl. He then took from behind his back, a box, wrapped in Christmas plaid paper. A black bow was stuck on it with a tag hanging from it. The tag read "To SuZuME, FRoM MöRBïD", in gothic swirling letters. He handed the little girl the present. "Sorry for not being able to wait until tomorrow. I probably won't be here, if my parents send me an escort to my home. Anyways, Merry Christmas," he explained, his voice filled with cheer.
OoC: Do I post the description of the present nao, or after she opens it?
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 24, 2007 23:09:59 GMT -5
Suzume looked towards Brandon with a worried expression, "Oh... okay..." she muttered as she stood her ground and blue-green flames formed in her hands, "Please don't hurt him." she pleaded to Eithne, she didn't seem to notice Morbid at the moment, since she was instructed to defend someone.
Eithne watched Brandon run around the room, "You're getting the eight year old to protect you?" she asked, the pathetic nature of Brandon making Eithne really just feel like bothering wasn't even worth it. Eithne sighed, "No... don't bother, Haifisch..." she offered him his weapon back, "If He's going to get a child to defend him... we should probably wait till Mr. Salvatore grows some balls." Eithne shrugged. She wasn't going to fight Brandon if this was his best defense.
Suzume looked towards Eithne and Shark for a few moments, apparently they weren't going to fight, she then looked towards Morbid, "Oh! Hi!" She smiled, then she looked at the present and the tag, she didn't reach out for it, though- because everyone knows Suzume can't read, du-dur! "That's really pretty paper.... who's it for?" she asked. "Though I think a red bow would have been prettier... or a pink bow..."
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Post by [red].Raven on Dec 24, 2007 23:15:02 GMT -5
((Oh! Van! In NYC, I saw a GIANT billboard with an advertisement for that book, "Wicked" xD It only caught my attention because of your avatar :DD))
Rei was about to greet Rain and give Krios her name, but before she could get out the first 'Hello', she found herself on the dance floor with Rhyme. She gasp at the surprise but soon felt a nervous smile tugging at her. She hadn't really planned on dancing at all; she had just barely even decided to come. Then she heard the music, and found she really couldn't not dance. The rest of the party on-goings seemed very far away at the moment.
Rei kept a hold on Rhyme's hand, partly because it felt comforting during this potentially embarrassing social event and partly because... well... because she just liked to. As the song got up to speed, Rei found it easier and easier to just... move. For the most part, her eyes remained closed, only opening them slightly now and then to make sure she wasn't about to bump into anyone. Due to lack of any real experience, Rei wasn't the greatest of dancers, but she wasn't really the worst either; average was a good word. Learning this, Rhyme easily matched how she moved so the pair looked as though they had choreographed together.
((p.s. Slight writer's block >>))
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Post by Skulls And Pie on Dec 24, 2007 23:27:30 GMT -5
-Mörbïd chuckled at her. "It's for you, little one," he laughed, petting her hair, which looked so soft in his eyes. "I made it for you special." He sat on the ground and handed the shoebox sized box to her for her to open. "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year," he added, fiddling with his tie. He chuckled at his brilliance, putting a small, but valuable, item in a large box with packing peanuts surrounding it.
Gift Description Call of the Wild -This is a whistle carved of bird bone Mörbïd found and of tough leather string. Hand-carved on the sides of the whistle is an Egyptian hieroglyph of a bird and a spiral to symbolize air or wind. When the whistle is blown, it makes a sound somewhat like a birdcall. Shortly after a flock of translucent silver sparrows will descend upon the blower of the whistle. These birds, forged of wind magic, will defend whoever summoned them until they have taken as many blows as they could, at which point they will disappear one by one. They can attack or even be sent to others with a message, behaving somewhat like a patronus. If commanded to, they can also sing a very beautiful song. -Given for the Secret Santa ’07.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 24, 2007 23:42:59 GMT -5
"That's right! You stop attacking because of my mad fighting skills!" Brandon said doing a mini-dance behind Suzume. He did a mental wipe of the brow as Eithne had momentarily stopped her maniacal assault. "And what do you mean grow some balls? Because I'm pretty sure it's not natural to grow soccer balls..." Brandon said as he drifted into deep thought.
Shark shrugged as he took a deep breath inward to calm the sea of anger in his troubled mind. "So, do you beat upon the crazy and mentally ill often?" Shark asked with a slight bit of sarcasm prevalent in his thoughts. Shark sat down and began to take apart the armor that he held over his shoulder like a suit, piece by piece like a giant jigsaw puzzle. Shark worked with amazing speed, probably one of the few things that he knew how to do outside languages and warfare. Soon, the armor was in a strange form, more like a bag-shape. It was more compact this way, and much easier to tote around then the armor in its complete form.
From a pocket came a small piccolo, shined to a sparkle. It seemed odd that Shark would have one, but pretty much the only other thing Shark knew how to do was play it. The piccolo helped him get through some rough times, believe it or not. The sound emanated throughout the small instrument, a mixture of tranquil melodic noise and a fast, upbeat one that exhibited anger or excitement. The piccolo really didn't overpower the DJ music though, it was more like an underlying melody, as if white noise. If someone actually listened it would be audible, but not that much.
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Post by Creator on Dec 25, 2007 0:20:50 GMT -5
A small shadow shimmered across the ground as Berstunic flew silently overhead, circling the party once or twice before swooping down to land on the shoulder of Damon, who couldn't have possible been there a second before. Taking a detour from his usual choice in clothing, he was currently donning a sleeveless black shirt and a pair of long, leather gloves that reached up his arms and right into his shirt, various straps and zippers leading the way. His shirt was tucked into his blue jeans, which were now topped off with a black belt. He was actually wearing his shoes for once, though his toes wiggled in protest. He had abandoned his smoky headband, which allowed his hair to fall in his fact rather annoyingly, if you asked him, and the lack of his Echo Mask made him feel naked. At first glance, one wouldn't quite recognize him.
Still, he hovered on the outskirts of the party in his usual style, watching the others with a blank stare and his hands in his pockets. "Looks like fun." "You'd think so, wouldn't you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means that things like this seem rather pointless to me." "Damon, this is supposed to be a time to celebrate." "You know I detest the way your average person celebrates."
To anyone watching, it would seem rather odd, as it would appear Damon was talking to himself. He scanned the area cautiously, looking for anyone tolerable. It seemed his evil side was at least somewhat present, otherwise he wouldn't be so negative.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 0:39:11 GMT -5
Donna ran through the party at random, tapping her staff on the ground and eliminating the pink stain from Eithne's dress, probably saving Brandon's life.( ) Eithne watched Shark play the instrument for a few moments, tilting her head to the side only slightly but then from the corner of her eye she saw Damon, she smiled, happy that she was able to spot him before Christmas was over, "Haifisch... I'll be back in a moment." she started walking toward Damon, her light blue gown flowing as she walked, "Damon..." She curtsied and held a box out for him, it was wrapped in silver paper with a few white snowflakes on it with a silvery blue ribbon. "Merry Christmas, from your Secret Santa." She nodded, a smile very present on her face, her crimson eyes glittered in the light. Suzume looked at the little whistle and smiled broadly, "Oooh!" She looked as if she was about to tear through the paper, but instead she tediously removed the tape, saving the paper so that she could perhaps use it for some really nice glue and pasty project later. She then took the ribbon and tied it into her hair, then her eyes glinted as she noticed the gift. She immediately put it around her neck and her smile widened, "What do you think?" she asked.
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Post by Creator on Dec 25, 2007 0:46:53 GMT -5
Damon took a moment to think, exchanging glances with Berstunic. She had never really been nice to him before now, and doubted she would be this way if she hadn't ended up as his Secret Santa. Still, no point passing up the opportunity. "Thank you," he said, taking the present. As he did so, he made the slightest contact with her hand, but in that instant their souls were made open to each other. He showed her the depth of the evil he had locked away within him, as well as the depth of the good, while simultaneously searching for what made Eithne so... locked up. Of course, this was only practice for him, as well as a chance to let her see that he had truly wanted to be her friend.
An instant later, he held the present, smiling as if nothing had happened. "You really shouldn't have." He pulled at the wrapping, opening it to find...
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 0:56:46 GMT -5
An instant later, he held the present, smiling as if nothing had happened. "You really shouldn't have." He pulled at the wrapping, opening it to find...
Alas, inside the first box was another box in brown paper wrappings with a pine green ribbon, of course it was smaller than the first box, but this brought questions of whether or not it would just be a string of boxes all with another box inside or something.
Eithne knew Damon only wanted to be her friend, but the truth was that Eithne really didn't want friends, that's why she was normally so hostile towards others. "Damon... if you perhaps wanted an explanation of why I'm the way I am... you need only ask." She smirked, though with that slight touch Damon would have seen the deep cuts that scarred Eithne's spirit and the pain she'd endured, as well as the fear she lived with every day, and the mixture of emotions she felt towards things, the veins of good through her soul were revealed to him, as well as her dark streaks. Eithne knew what Damon had done, it was easily apparent, but she didn't yell, nor did she get angry, she only seemed slightly apologetic. For some odd reason... Eithne seemed to be opening up.
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