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Post by demonfire on Jul 31, 2008 19:37:21 GMT -5
Deep breaths, in and out. Calming, cooling, controlled relaxations. Sight pulsating stronger and weaker. Whispers continuing, on and on. Evil honesty. Humane malice. A living contradiction.
How he was and how he felt was all the same to Estrik. If this was how it felt to live honestly, then the blind child would much rather live a lie. With so much mental conflict, he thought he was going to vomit like he had after the tapeworm, only with much more force thanks to the full dinner he had eaten only an hour ago. Estrik had been trying to clear his mind, but found it harder to do each passing day.
Oh well, deep breaths, in and out. Can't change the present by changing the past. Positive thinking. The little demon that had been renting out a piece of his soul had been silence; although, he had no clue as to what the other whispering voices were. He had left his katana outside of hand's reach, so that he wouldn't have to deal with the mindless chattering of thousand year old people. Still, he had the feeling that there was more inside of him then what he originally thought.
Oh well, more deep breaths, in and out. Estrik shoved that thought back into the far reaches of his cluttered attic he called a mind. There it was. Peace.
Finally.
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Post by Sea on Aug 1, 2008 13:55:25 GMT -5
Amber eyes. A wide smile. Silent steps, coming closer. Ears laid back. Tail stiff with excitement. San. She came, walking up behind him, not a sound coming from the feline's movements. Her cat-eye pupils were stretched wide, transfixed and excited. More steps, still no sound. She matched her breathing to her 'prey', so she would not disturb him too early. She was just a few feet behind him. She silently halved the distance. She paced around him, so that she was directly in front of him. She brought her hands up, and clapped them together loudly, right in front of the boy's nose. As soon as the sound was in the air, San leapt back in a graceful cartwheel. "Boo," she meowed through her laughter.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 1, 2008 14:31:30 GMT -5
"I hope you realize that I can see you," Estrik said, with his virtually useless eyes being covered by a blindfold. His natural way of 'seeing' was always active whether he wanted it or not. Sadly, he had not found an off switch for the ability. The clap didn't do much, and the laughter seemed quite silly to the blind child, like a person telling a horrible joke and then laughing at it. He sighed deeply and stood up from his sitting position.
Estrik held his hand out as if he were holding his katana, and a blue light enveloped around the sword and the handle flew into his hand like a pitched baseball to a glove. The blind teen sheathed the sword with a single fluid movement uncharacteristically of a blind person. His face pointed directly at San as if he were staring at her, but you would need working eyes for that, wouldn't you? "I may be blind, but I'm sure that I can see more than you can," Estrik said a bit dryly.
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Post by Sea on Aug 1, 2008 14:38:06 GMT -5
"Maybe so. But can you see colors? Can you see the green trees? Can you see the sky? Hmmmmm?" San responded. "Even if you can see me, I doubt you see in color." San yawned in a most feline fashion. "Feel sorry for you, really do." San's ears pricked at the sound of nearby bird song. Her tail began to twitch. Her pupils went into the transfixed state, but she stood in place, resisting the urge to get a bite to eat. "If you can see, what color do you see in? Can you describe it?" San had always wanted to ask a blind person this. Her claws unsheathed and sheathed as she fidgeted. She lowered her ears back against her head to try to block out the sound of bird song.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 1, 2008 14:59:06 GMT -5
"I'm not really sure what you would call 'colors'. But I do see in outlines. I do see through solid stone. And I do see that you're depleting your ego by attempting to block out the bird in your head and on that tree branch," Estrik said with an arrogant smirk. He felt a certain feeling of power, improvement, and accomplishment: the pick-me-ups of a politician.
"You don't have to interpret seeing literally. Expand your mind," Estrik said as he crossed his arms and yawned in return. "In reality, it's I that feel sorry for you if you don't understand the true workings of this reality." He was getting show-offy and cocky. True trademarks of him on a roll.
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Post by Sea on Aug 1, 2008 15:11:34 GMT -5
San looked at him with a very unimpressed face. "Please stop talking like Ghandi. I'm too hungry for philosophy at the moment," responded San. "To begin on the path of normalcy, let's properly introduce ourselves. I'm San." She extended her hand with slight reluctance. Her tail was lashing unhappily. She wasn't exactly enjoying being in the presence of a philosophical politician. And she was hungry. She wanted that bird.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 1, 2008 15:24:18 GMT -5
"Well, I've got no clue who Ghandi is," Estrik retorted. "And normalcy? I guess you haven't met half the kids here," he said as a bit of a joke. He stuck out his hand and grabbed San's, "The name is Estrik. Don't forget." Eventually, he picked up on San's hunger again and said: "God! If you want the bird just go and eat it!" He seemed annoyed, because it was the main thought that he was picking up from San's mind at the moment, and he wasn't one for too much repetition. Impatient, annoyed, and overall a teenager. That about sums Estrik up. Congratulations you lucky reader! You have just passed Estrik 101!
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Post by Sea on Aug 1, 2008 15:29:45 GMT -5
San's ears pricked up. "Maybe you en't so bad after all!" she purred, before leaping into action. She stood beneath the bird on the branch, and bent her knees, before springing into the air. The bird began to take off into the air, but it was quickly grasped in San's hands. A sharp blow to the side of the head, and it was dead. She sliced the bird open, and within moments much of the bird was gone. San stood up and brushed off her hands. "Much better," she meowed happily, licking her lips.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 1, 2008 15:43:02 GMT -5
"I am just so glad that I didn't have to see that," Estrik said, not moving his head in San's direction. There wasn't that much of a point to Estrik beside to show a little respect, and like he was going to do that!
"You just don't know how annoying it is to hear a thought over and over and over again!" Estrik said as he rubbed his temples gingerly as if massaging someone ancient as Satanaro. He went into the pocket of his jeans that were disguising the lower part of his leather armor and pulled out a bar of assorted trail-mix objects and began chowing down, "This stuff, much better than birds," he said in between bites. How he knew it was better than birds only brought up questions as to what he had been doing, but never mind that now.
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Post by Sea on Aug 1, 2008 15:50:23 GMT -5
"That's a matter of opinion," responded San tartly. "But you know what's better than both of them? Ice cream... and fish.... and chips with the fish.... I've always wanted to have fish n' chips with a milkshake as a drink. It'd be a dream come true to be able to eat that...." San's voice suddenly took a sharp turn from the airy tone of food fantasies to confrontation. "And it's not my fault that I'm hungry. It's not my fault you can hear my thoughts. Maybe I don't want you to hear my thoughts," she spat.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 1, 2008 18:54:05 GMT -5
Great. Not only was he dealing with someone who ate raw bird, the self-proclaimed prophet was also dealing with a maniac with a food fetish. This might not end well (Estrik didn't feel a need to look into the future for that fact). "Listen, stuff will happen that you won't like. That's just life," he said with a triumphant sound in his voice. His hands went back behind his head and tightened his blindfold, "But if you want to go, cracker, I'll take you down to Chinatown!" Maybe that comment wasn't as needed--okay, it was completely unneeded. But since the verb 'spat' was used, Estrik felt it was time to throw down.
He put his right leg behind his left one and stood somewhat sideways. His right hand was up by his face while his left one was down lower around solar-plexus height. Estrik got up on the balls of his feet and bounced on them, never staying stationary for a second. All in all, he was a fire. Burning intensity and constantly shifting, ready to burn and devour.
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Post by Sea on Aug 10, 2008 20:01:23 GMT -5
"Eh, I don't feel like fightin' you." Sanet leaned back against the tree with little interest. "'Sides, you can't see colors. How do you know I'm white? For all you know, I could be black or latino." San flexed her claws at herself, and examined them. She picked a feather off of one, before looking back to Estrik. "Seriously, I just ate, and now that it's settling I'm in a good mood. I don't really feel like fighting you." She yawned to punctuate her boredom. She looked down, and saw a small, shiny rock. She bent down and picked it up, and began to pick dirt out of the cracks with her claw. She rubbed it with the side of her hand, and watched it as it sparkled.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Aug 11, 2008 0:14:26 GMT -5
"Well, it honestly seems like you don't feel like getting your ass kicked by Mr. Whip It over here." came the nonchalant telepathy of the familiar being known as Eithne as she looked from Estrik to San though she made no move or action to hide it from Estrik whom was most likely going to hear it, Eithne was slightly curious as to whatever Estrik's reaction to the 'Mr. Whip It' comment. She smiled as she looked from San to Estrik to see that things weren't exactly going too smoothly between the two people, her bit of a smile seemed rather oddly reminiscent of a child in some weird way though none of that really mattered a great deal considering the fact that Estrik was blind and Eithne didn't particularly give a fuck if San saw her smiling or not. Needless to say she wasn't going to be very kind to people she didn't know who happened to be very quite rude to people whom she did know (whether she trusted or liked that person at all... whether or not Estrik was trusted or liked was up to your own deciding). Eithne stretched her thin arms and cracked her neck before looking towards Estrik, "And how might you be doing on this particularly fine and lazy point in time?" she asked, seeming rather congenial to Estrik and blocking out any onlisteners with as many different blocks as she could conjure which was a formidable force considering the fact that Eithne had much time to work on her telepathic powers- so if San was going to try to listen in on things she was saying exclusively to Estrik, she could forget it. Eithne outranked San by needless to say alot and she had put countless hours, days, weeks, and months of effort into blocking people from her mind. In Eithne's mind she figured the young Miss Sanet should stop shooting her mouth where it would best be kept shut because believe it or not, just because you have a red pig on your family crest doesn't mean you have the right to be a bitch to the people Eithne considered an ally. Whether or not San was actually being a bitch wasn't even to be considered, Eithne'd set an image of San in her mind and it wasn't likely to change. San was to be hated from here on out, it wasn't too terribly hard for Eithne to manage to hate someone and it wasn't particularly hard for her to continue hating someone whether or not she had good reason to. All that could be figured now was that San should watch her back, sleep with one eye open, and avoid dark alleyways.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 11, 2008 7:19:25 GMT -5
"Hey! There is no reason to blame me for his own stupidity and addiction to caffiene!" Estrik yelled. A grimace appeared on his face like he had just eaten a tankard of raw liver and drunk a gallon of goat nutritional by-product. "'Color' is a luxury. Obviously I've learned to live without it," Estrik said to San. He resisted with every bone, muscle, ligament, and nerve in his body to stick out his tongue after that, and only by the grace of God did he not do it.
"Fine, but I did see the future you. Weird, I know. She had some weird voice changer. Also she hated gourmet meals," Estrik responded. Mental repression seemed to already have taken its toll, as the blind child had forgotten all about his terrible ordeal with the rotten food; instead, only remembering the taste of tender steak and scrumptious fruit. I think she lives in the maze or somethin'.
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Post by Sea on Aug 11, 2008 10:52:53 GMT -5
San yawned at the two, and sat down on the ground. She looked at both, before discovering she wasn't particularly interested in whatever was going on. From what she could see, it looked like they were just staring at each other, but she figured there was probably some telepathy going on here. She stretched in a catlike manner, and began to shrink. After a moment, she had turned into a small orange tabby cat, who was contentedly licking her paws. Her tail was still and curved about her. She ran her paw over her face as she washed. Didn't know I was going to intrude on some couple's rendevous, she thought to herself, though she was confident either Estrik, Eithne or both would hear her. She didn't quite care if either disliked her, and she already rather disliked Eithne, partly because of her rather unwelcome comment and partly because Eithne was female. But the first one was the main one.
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