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Post by Creator on Dec 25, 2007 1:03:03 GMT -5
"Oh, because that's the vibe you gave me before," he said sarcastically, starting to open the second box. "Used to, I wanted to be nice to everyone, to be people's friends, and... well, when I met you, I really wanted to help you with whatever had happened to you. It's just the way I was. I wanted to help you get over it and to actually understand you, along with everyone else. What just happened wasn't concern anymore, nor was it a desire to help. It was merely curiosity." He dropped the first box, not sure why she had bothered using two. "But at least you let someone help you in the end. Part of me is happy about that."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 1:23:59 GMT -5
Inside the second box was an envelope, it couldn't have contained anything more than just a card, of course Eithne wouldn't have given anything more than just a card, right? I mean... this is Eithne we're talking about! Pssh!
Eithne smoothed out the skirt of her dress, "Things are a bit complicated for me... I usually don't like other people getting involved. I'm sorry for offending you." she didn't sound like me meant her sorry much, but considering this was Eithne... she probably did mean it, considering she never told anyone anything that she didn't mean sincerely. She waited now for Damon to open the envelope and look at the card, a wicked, anxious smile on her face.... watching.... waiting....
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Post by Creator on Dec 25, 2007 1:32:25 GMT -5
Damon stared down at the envelope, suppressing a yawn. 'Why bother wrapping up a card?' He glanced up at her as he opened it. "Eithne, your apology doesn't really mean much any more. It's obvious you aren't the same person you were back then, so it's like you're apologizing for something someone else did. I do, however, tend to hold hurtful grudges for years, if I do ever forget them. I still feel absolutely terrible because I lost a toy my mother spent three dollars on when I was a child." It was a true story, though one she would already know if she had had time to search efficiently through his soul. Everything that had ever hurt him, even the insignificant things, was etched into his mind in a way that wouldn't fade. "If I get on a person's nerves even once, it tends to affect how I feel for a long, long time."
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 1:41:42 GMT -5
Eithne looked at the ground, "I told you that I'm sorry. So I guess this may be your way of declining my apology?" she shrugged, "I hope you like the gift." She looked up at Damon and smiled slightly, waiting to see his reaction. As Damon opened the envelope, there would be a card, and when he opened the card, six kunai would appear there, each one tinted with a different color to represent the type of elemental damage they'd inflict, Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Light, and Darkness. "Now I have one more part of the gift but you'll have to stand right here and close your eyes." Eithne smiled mischeviously as if an anvil might fall and land on Damon's head. She stepped back so Damon could stand where she was standing and he could accept the last part of his gift. (*Damon has recieved the Elemental Kunai* Elemental Kunai A set of six kunai, each colored to thier element and each one inflicting elemental damage as well as assisting in absorbing elemental attacks.) (I GTG for tonight. ^^ *yawns*)
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Post by Creator on Dec 25, 2007 1:51:35 GMT -5
Damon was actually rather impressed with the kunai, and pocketed them, three in each pocket. "Okay, but rest assured, if this is a trick, it will fail, and if it fails, you'll be in a fair amount of trouble." He closed his eyes, though Berstunic still watched with an honest curiosity, clinging to Damon's shoulder with the small hook at the joint of each of his wings. As he stood, he began formulating various strategies using these new kunai. 'Fire, water. Steam. Darkness, steam, smokescreen. Light, distraction. False lightning. Good. Air. Main offensive. Work alongside the ring. Fire, less useful. Six fire kunai already. Hm. Surprise. Claws and fire kunai. Won't be expected. Earth... earth... earth and wind. Tornado. Hm. The ring could provide an alternative power source for the Black Tornado Jutsu. Saves energy. A lot of energy. Maybe just... one at a time... yes, good...'
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 7:35:25 GMT -5
Eithne planted a small kiss on Damon's cheek, "It's Christmas Eve, silly. No tricks. Wait for Halloween, though." She laughed and she hugged Damon, "Merry Christmas." she then ruffled the hair atop Damon's head with her hand, to be honest, Eithne was really anxious to find out who it was who would be giving her a gift. She almost asked Damon if he'd know but she didn't, instead she simply looked back at the party, deciding that there really wasn't much else to do... and there was that Shark fellow she could talk to... yes, that was always an option. She kinda wished she had a gift for Haifisch... but sadly, she did not. She'd just have to get one soon and get it to him on Christmas Day tomorrow.
(I never stopped to notice it before... but Damon's head is shaped like a sunflower seed... :3 it makes me happy!)
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Post by demonfire on Dec 25, 2007 8:26:59 GMT -5
((Silly Eithne, Shark can't talk, >> <<))
As Brandon saw that Eithne's dress was now clean and that he was off the hook, he ran and jumped upon a rug controlled by a Rug Goblin and flew away into the Christmas Eve sky. As he became a simple silhouette in the moonlit sky he said, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Shark ceased playing the piccolo as Eithne had kissed Damon. He was a tad jealous...maybe just jealous, plain and simple. He dug into his pocket once again to get out a small flask and rinking it down. The crescendo of the harshness of the liquor left a harsh taste in his mouth, and didn't go down very smoothly. Shark hesitated before he worked it up enough to ask Eithne, "Boyfriend?"
Shark went back to playing, it didn't appear even as if he had gotten a buzz from the booze he was drinking. Both a blessing and a curse to bear; we all had our crosses, this being part of it for Haifisch.
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Post by Jackie on Dec 25, 2007 9:53:12 GMT -5
Rain was silent. Had she just heard Damon's voice? Or was it a trick on the wind? Her eyes scanned the party, 'Too many damn people...' she thought to herself. With a sigh she walked away from the group in an effort to find Damon.
Krios stared at Estrik. "Dang.." was all he said. His eyes followed Rain. Where was she heading off to? Krios moved away from the group silently following Rain.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 10:59:52 GMT -5
(Eithne is gonna talk to Shark, I never mentioned anything about Shark talking to Eithne...)
Eithne looked towards Shark, a curious expression on her face, "No, I'm not dating Damon... why? Do you want a kiss too, Haifisch?" she asked jokingly, her hand placed on her hip with a mocking smile on her face, there was a good humor about her, though. She obviously wasn't intending to hurt anyone's feelings.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 25, 2007 11:18:27 GMT -5
((Ignore the blond moment, --))
"Well, I do believe in order to get a kiss there has to be an exchange of sorts made. Unless you want some whiskey, then I've got nothing," Shark said. He spied a smudge upon his piccolo, and seemed to gain an annoyed expression. As Shark looked down on it, his eyes crossed in a comical fashion, although it wasn't intended. Quite obsessively he began to wipe away at the smudge with his shirt until it regained its flawless sparkle and shine.
It was these strange times when Shark had become obsessive over something that screams, gunshots, and exploding bombs were heard in his own mind. Over time, Haifisch had grown to accept it and simply accept the fact that he was scarred more ways than one. A simple shrug greeted these memories, as if he had been talking to some muted whisper.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 12:47:25 GMT -5
"Perhaps we could look at it as... you've given me someone to talk to... and a wonderful person to practice my German with." She kissed Shark on the cheek and smiled, poking him on the nose, "Besides, for a hulking half human, half shark creature thing, you're kinda cute! Like a hulking half human, half shark puppy creature thing." Okay, so the last comment could have been taken many different ways but she meant it in the most kind way possible. "That's a very pretty instrument by the way and you play it very well."
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Post by demonfire on Dec 25, 2007 13:07:36 GMT -5
A slight smirk decorated Shark's countenance as Eithne had kissed him, but all of it was ruined by the poke on the nose. His eyes dilated to the point were his pupils and irises were almost one in the same. Shark seemed a little tipsy, as if he had just had too much to drink. His piccolo dropped to the floor with a little clang that was barely audible. In a few moments, the feelings of loss of balance and other strange drops in senses remedied itself, but Shark's expression was a bit annoyed.
"Please don't touch my nose," he said in the calmest way possible at this point, which was pretty hard considering that most of the time Shark was pretty much a hot head, relying upon impulse then his own rational thoughts. He was kicking that habit, though, however hard it may be.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 13:52:28 GMT -5
Eithne paused, "Did I do something? I'm sorry..." She wasn't sure what happened, but she was positive it had to do with Shark's nose. "What happened?" she asked, her head tilting to the side with curiosity, the black curls framing her face bounced with the movement and she picked up the piccolo. She polished it with her satin gloved hands and admired it's glistening surface, she then handed it to Shark as she seated herself on his shoulder, something she wouldn't have been able to do if Shark had been standing. She was tempted to ask if she could try to play the instrument, but she had no experience with it so she decided it really was best not to bother, considering she might break everyone's eardrums or the sort.
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Post by demonfire on Dec 25, 2007 14:22:27 GMT -5
"Classic Shark flaw," Shark said as he accepted the piccolo. He put the miniature flute back into his pocket. Shark ran his fingers through his hair as his pupils contracted once again as the side effects of having a system shock wore off. "It shocks the nervous system and sends certain senses haywire," Shark said with a tone of almost embarrassment in his thoughts. The biggest guy taken down by such a simple weakness, quite ironic.
He didn't seem to mind Eithne on his shoulder, it was almost welcomed. Shark's opposite shoulder was moved around in circles as to loosen it up. He stood up, using one arm to balance Eithne and the other to balance himself; he had to get used to the new weight on his shoulder. "Now all we need are two more people and we can get a game of Chicken going," he said, a bit jokingly. But we all know Shark sucked at jokes.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Dec 25, 2007 14:42:52 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry about that, it won't happen again, I assure you." She figured that having your senses shattered like that might be more than a tad disorienting. She was imagining it in her head when Shark started getting up, her arms wrapped around his head and all her muscles locked in place, a natural reaction. It was quite interesting, though- because her muscles weren't as weak as they intended, it was likely that if anyone tried to bend her out of place, they'd break her bones first.
After she felt like she was remotely steady, she loosened her grip on Shark's head and instead placed her hands on his shoulder and the base of his neck, "There's a game called 'Chicken'? Never heard of it before." Eithne responded, after she managed to get some coherent thought together, she obviously didn't expect Shark to stand up.
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