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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 17, 2008 7:20:06 GMT -5
"Ouch!"
Synnøve accidentally nicked her ankle with the blade end of her stave; which she bad been swinging in her hand, rather absentmindedly. Synn bent down to examine her wound-- It wasn't anything serious; just enough force to break skin. Nothing that had to be worried about. Still, she cursed under her breath at her own stupidity.
Pulling herself up straight, she started walking again. This time though, she made sure to keep the stave firmly at her side, to avoid further self inflicted injury.
Shortly after, she wandered out of the dark forest and into a slightly sunnier area; but sun doesn't always make things better. No, this was a pallid, sickly kind of sunlight, which cast an Eire glow over the rocks--No, tombstones. That's what they were. Walking with eyes downcast to the ground rather than the road ahead of her had caused Synnøve to walk right into a graveyard. And it wasn't the mortal realm type graveyard--the kind that is never creepy in the least. No, this one was like something out of a horror movie, even in the light. The markers were old and decrepit, stretching as far as the eye could see. The trees were blackened, burned, dead. Which might explain why the area was brighter than the rest of the forest. Even the atmosphere was different in here-- everything suddenly got much colder.
Still Synn didn't really mind this too much; it seemed pretty quiet and empty. She liked quiet and empty. Not bothering to so much as stop and read the stones, she made her way over to a tree with low branches she could climb into. And that's what she did. Synn pulled herself onto a long, sturdy branch and sat down, her back against the trunk, her legs stretched in front of her and crossed. To her, the graveyard seemed peaceful, almost... She closed her eyes. Heh, this could use some ambiance.... She pulled her iPod out of the messenger bag at her side.
wake me up inside wake me up inside call my name and save me from the dark bid my blood to run before I come undone save me from the nothing I've become
now that I know what I'm without, you can't just leave me breathe into me and make me real bring me to life
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Post by Sea on May 17, 2008 20:13:23 GMT -5
A rather large crow hoped along the branch above Synnove's head. Bright beady eyes flashed playfully, and it emitted a considerably creepy caw. It flapped its black wings, before lifting off and flitting down beside Synnove. It hopped about beside her, pecking at her occasionally curiously, or nipping at a strand of hair. Then it jumped up onto her knee, then onto the iPod. It gazed at it curiously for a moment, before flitting to Synnove's shoulder. The crow was acting in a most peculiar fashion, incredibly friendly and outgoing. It then proceeded to peck at the earbud.
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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 17, 2008 21:41:33 GMT -5
Synn was jolted from her trance-like state by the sound of cawing. She slid onto her knees and looked up at the branches; spotting a large black bird (most likely a raven or crow) above her. She then shifted back to sitting as it lighted down next to her. She tried her best to shoo it away, as it was 'attacking' her, but it was no use; it seemed to be a fairly stubborn bird. Synn flinched as the Crow landed on her knee and miraculously managed not to fall off her branch. By the time it reached her iPod she just froze; this was weird, even by Synnøve's standards. After a few seconds of it pecking her headphones, she came back to reality and pulled them out of her ears and tried to send the bird off again.
"Ugh, what is with you?" She didn't really think it could understand her, but it didn't really matter. "Stupid Bird....."
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Post by Sea on May 19, 2008 17:26:13 GMT -5
The crow's head turned to the side, and it uttered a questioning caw. It then hopped about for a moment, then took off into the sky, black against the grey clouds. It soared on an updraft, before diving down, beyond the cemetery. After a few moments, however, the black shape emerged above the trees again, and returned. It swooped low over Synn's head, and dropped something bright and colorful. It circled about, before lighting down next to the colorful array. It nudged them over to Synn with its beak: they were flowers. Little white daisies, soft, small, delicate, in contrast to the large, toughened crow. The crow let out a triumphant caw, settled itself down. The person in the bird, however, was laughing to herself. It was no crow, it was San. She liked to mess with people while in animal form, sometimes. It was sort of a hobby.
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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 20, 2008 14:28:20 GMT -5
Synn left her iPod off and watched the Crow as it flew off "That was just too wierd", She muttered.
She continued to watch the sky even after the bird was gone, so she noticed it coming back as soon it it was visible. Even more bizzare was that this time it had flowers. "What is up with you bird?"
(sorry for the shortness)
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Post by Sea on May 20, 2008 17:02:48 GMT -5
The crow turned its head to the side again, and let out a caw. A butterfly fluttered past. How stange that a butterfly would come to such a dead and uncolorful place. The crow began to fly after it, not for a snack, but for a game. Black raced after blue, turning loops about and twisting. The crow quickly lost interest, however, and landed next to Synnove. The crow grew, however, and took on human shape, like a black-feathered angel. The feathers receded, leaving only the wings feathered, and the the feathers left the wings. The wings shrank, and receded into the girl's back with a ripple. "Nothing really, I guess," answered San, in response to Synn's earlier question.
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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 20, 2008 17:28:28 GMT -5
"What in all helvetti are you?", Synn cried, almost falling off the branch. The one thing that did fall off the branch was her stave... but she really didn't think she was going to need it. Still, she cursed under her breath. "kirota se" She was also pretty sure that she wasn't crazy-- the crow had just turned into a girl. wait.... maybe this is like, normal here... probebly..... Synn was still getting used to the fact that she was at a school for magically gifted people-- she wasn't the only one with strange talents anymore.
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Post by Sea on May 20, 2008 18:15:12 GMT -5
"Well, you might say I'm a human, and you might say I'm a cat. Or you could call me a New Yorker and be simple about it," replied San. "You may call me San, if you like. And you are?" Her tail flicked back and forth, her cat eyes taking in minute details to busy herself. Her ears were at asymetrical tilts, giving her an amicable appearance. She flashed a smile at her; the smile was full of fangs, most prominently her canines, or her felines, as she called them.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 20, 2008 20:09:05 GMT -5
((hope you dont mind me joinin))
About a mile away from the exchange between Synnove and San, a wolf was wandering the cold bleak cemetary. A very anxious werewolf wearing a black armani suit and a small black fedora. He was smiling amiably despite the freezing temperatures. However his body wasnt in the same state of zen that his face appeared to make him. His legs quivered and shook as they crunched the grass below them, One hand was holding the silver wolf's head cane so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. And he kept itching the topaz ring on his other hand.
Viktor Krieg was here because it was one of THOSE days. Every once in a while he would have urges to abandon the ring and cane that kept his inner monster concealed from the rest of the world and paint the town red. During these lapses he would often regain his extra senses. Smell, better vision, fingernails growing into claws...etc. So far he had never given in to the temptation to abandon his inhibitors, but he always made sure to stay far away from large groups of people during the lapses... just to be safe.
And of course, his inner beast always felt more talkitive than usual because of the lapses. In fact it was as giddy as a schoolboy. In fact the beast had turned into a crazy person's ipod. California rest in peace Simultaneous release California show your teeth She's my priestess, I'm your priest, yeah, yeah She's a lover baby and a fighter Shoulda seen her coming when it got a little brighter With a name like Dani California Day was gonna come when I was gonna mourn ya A little loaded, she was stealin' another breath I love my baby to death!
Anubis tried his best to ignore it though. As he walked he sniffed the air and smelled two things. A scent that he could have sworn he had whiffed before. And something that smelled kind of like...honeysuckle. God it smelled great. He had to find the source. It was about a mile or two away...Normally the sense of smell was repressed but because today was a lapse day....the scent overwhelmed Anubis' senses. Logic, which Anubis considered his greatest tool, was thrown out the window as the smile turned into a full grin and his eyes shone with hunger. He ran quickly towards the flowery scent while the beast urged him on by singing "Dani California"
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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 21, 2008 15:45:48 GMT -5
((Fine by me xD)) "Erm, Well then San, My name is Synnøve Nevalainen. I'm from Helsinki, Suomi-- Though you probebly know it as Finland." Oddly enough, the name Synnøve was not finnish at all, but rather Norwegian in origin; whoever named her didn't seem to care. Nor did Synn know who named her in the first place. The San girl did look part cat, between the ears, tail, and fangs. But she wasn't the only one with fangs. Synn returned the smile, just enough so that her own fangs were visible. "You could Also say that I'm Vampyyri-- a Vampire... So I suppose you're a shapeshifter then?" Synn had heard tales of changelings before-- mostly old legends about fairy children raised by humans. But still, it was interesting to know that they may have had some truth. Magic certainly did exist outside of myth, that was clear. Synn paused for a minute... She could have sworn that she heard footsteps for a minute, moving quickly. She dismissed the thought that there could be anyone else around though... Who would want to hang around a graveyard in the first place? ((Sorry about all the Finnish words, idk why I get so much enjoyment out of using them ))
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Post by Sea on May 22, 2008 6:23:03 GMT -5
San nodded, before freezing. "Do you smell.... wolf?" she asked, before pausing to sniff again. "It's faintly familiar... and honeysuckle! There's honeysuckle!" She leapt to her paws and began to pace about in ever-widening circles, trying to find the direction. Then she turned, and pointed. "The scents faint... it's probably a little far away.." She stranged her eyes, but the ever-hanging mist made it impossible to see that far.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 23, 2008 14:06:47 GMT -5
Viktor Krieg ran across the cemetary, desperately seeking the source of Honeysuckle. Trees, grave markers, and grass vanished behind him as he leapt gracefully over them. He was tempted to leave his cane behind, for it slowed him down some. If Anubis was thinking with his brain he would have realized that the rate of his speed combined with this urge was an omen. His inhibitors were not working as they should have been. But he didnt and even if he did he wouldnt have cared. All that mattered was finding the beautiful smell.
Finally Anubis reached a clearing and saw a breataking sight. Two lovely women, one a mage of some sort and the other a cat-girl. Before they could see or detect him, Anubis ducked behind one of those fancy family tombs that are like a miniature building. Hesitantly Viktor sniffed the air. The Beast had stopped singing, developing an interest in these events. Yeah...that is quite possibly the most lovely and feminine thing you or I have ever sniffed before...It's comin from one or both of those two fer sure. Perhaps a taste boss?" Absoulutely Not! Anubis shouted in his head. A gentleman does not pop out of the woods and act like a total barbarian to two young women. No matter how...OVERPOWERING... their scent is... Then how should WE approach this? Cower in the bushes till they get bored and leave? Of course not! We just have to be...calm about it.
With that Anubis took off his hat for a moment, ran his hand through his baby fine black hair, dusted the leaves off his suit, and walked with dignity out of the bushes, posing as the guy who was just out for a jog or stroll, Smiling amiably, holding the tip of his hat, and hiding the nervous, almost bespelled man that he was underneath the mask from the two women.
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Post by Synnøve Nevalainen on May 23, 2008 14:48:11 GMT -5
"Wolf?" She sniffed... "I'm not really all to sure what that would smell like.... But the honeysuckle, yes, I think I may smell that.." It was very faint, but at least something she recognized.
Synn hopped out of the tree and walked over to San. "Who is that?" she muttered,using her head to indicate to the man walking out of the bushes. That must have been the footsteps I heard before....
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Post by Sea on May 23, 2008 18:53:52 GMT -5
(Is it alright if San recognizes Viktor?) "Hello," said Sanet with a befanged smile. She motioned to Synn that it was alright. "Haven't I seen you before? With Julius? I don't believe we were ever introduced properly, due to the circumstances." She extended her hand. Each fingernail was painted black, but an iridescent black that glowed purple and bronze in the light. The rest of her hand was cloaked in a fingerless glove, black, the same as her pinstripe pants. Her pinstripe pants, her beloved pinstripe pants. They made her long and slim legs look longer and slimmer, much to her delight, though she was more concerned with just how freaking cool they looked in her opinion. With it, she wore a three-quarter length sleeved hoodie, which was striped with black, gray and cream. In her pouch, a little dark face protruded, her ferret. Her hair had actually agreed to flip out this morning instead of out and in, much to her surprise. Her brown eyes flickered intelligently, yet not coldly.
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Post by Ouroboros General on May 24, 2008 22:17:34 GMT -5
((lol fine with me)) Anubis looked at San quizzically for a moment as he grasped her hand and shook it, his head cocked to one side as he sniffed the air. "With Julius? But I dont recall seeing you the..." Realization hit Viktor. "Ah now I remember. I didnt recognize you at first because of your current form. Last time we met I believe you had assumed the shape of a lioness if Im not mistaken. Sanet right?"
Things were looking up for Anubis, he had already met one of the sources of his mania, he could aford to relax a little. After shaking San's hand he turned to the vampiress, tipped his hat, and offered his free hand to her. "Now I KNOW we haven't met. my name is Viktor Krieg, although most people call me Anubis, at least when im on the job." Although Anubis was being a gentleman and a scholar on the surface, inside both his thoughts AND the thoughts of his beast were pacing back and forth anxiously. Still cant tell where its comin from...Sanet or the vampire? Or maybe both! But the shapeshifter didnt smell like this when we took on that bastard in the armor...Maybe its the form? Ponder it as you like. But keep in mind that if you say a word aloud...we will have more than words later. Comprende? yeah yeah I know. My lips are sealed.
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