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|An ordinary day..|| |
13:34:22 [Peter_Xarhilm] Another day. Just another day for the Phoenix. He had spent the evening with Penance again, the two sleeping together in his bed. He had awakened, got some breakfast and was now putting on the straps of daggers on his left thigh. Placing the Amulet of Courage that Penance made for him around his neck, and attaching the scabbard which contained the Sword of Light on his right hip. The belt strap for the scabbard in question was worn around his waist. Peter needed some answers from The Ash, but he was going to wait for The Ash to call for him. Due to the events of the evening prior, Peter was no longer working as The Morrigan's Enforcer--having been forcibly exiled from the Clan of the Dark. He went to The Ash instead, and joined the Clan of the Light. He only did this for protection against The Morrigan--for himself and his mate, Penance. As he had also claimed Penance as his charge. Right now he was looking at himself in his mirror in his bedroom, pondering what he was going to do today.
13:35:19 [Vran] Her greeting to him returned Vran to the present. The raven's black eyes shifted away from the vision, the vision of the cauldron, of the witch, of her future. He felt a thrill run through him. This girl would one day have what the Morrigan should possess. In any other form he would have laughed. Instead, black wings lifted, he cawed, hopped along the windowsill slightly away from the girl, as she opened the casement. One quick look around the room, he noted the place and the possessions. Torn between staying to learn more and leaving, he gave the girl one last look from the side of his head, tapped her hand once with his beak, and stepped backwards, spreading wings off into the night, to report back what he had learned, to she who was the leader of the Dark, and his Queen.
13:50:10 [Peter_Xarhilm whispers to Penance] Another day. Just another day for the Phoenix. He had spent the evening with Penance again, the two sleeping together in his bed. He had awakened, got some breakfast and was now putting on the straps of daggers on his left thigh. Placing the Amulet of Courage that Penance made for him around his neck, and attaching the scabbard which contained the Sword of Light on his right hip. The belt strap for the scabbard in question was worn around his waist. Peter needed some answers from The Ash, but he was going to wait for The Ash to call for him. Due to the events of the evening prior, Peter was no longer working as The Morrigan's Enforcer--having been forcibly exiled from the Clan of the Dark. He went to The Ash instead, and joined the Clan of the Light. He only did this for protection against The Morrigan--for himself and his mate, Penance. As he had also claimed Penance as his charge. Right now he was looking at himself in his mirror in his bedroom, pondering what he was going to do today.
13:56:22 ClaireMether woke up with a start, looking around wildly. She was...home? In bed? She looked down at herself, realizing that she was in her normal sleeping attire. When the heck had she come home? What had happened? She groaned as a headache formed, holding her head in one hand. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, trying to remember. Everything was blurry, like someone had turned the memories in her head out of focus and dumped them into clouds. The last thing she remembered clearly was the car crash, and trying to run....then it all got fuzzy. She got out of bed, brushing her teeth and using the restroom while she tried to put the pieces together; she went out into her kitchen, where she saw a note, and she froze as she recognized the writing. I owed you one. Won't be any trouble from the rental company or insurance. New car waiting outside. The stone is safe. Forget the case, the veil is disappearing. Be careful. She went over to her freezer, pulled out a new pack of cigarettes, then grabbed her13:56:54 [ClaireMether] lighter off the counter; she pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, then tossed the note in the sink and lit it on fire. Cancer...who the hell was he really? What the hell did he mean by 'the veil is disappearing'? She took a deep drag, wondering how the stone had disappeared; last she remembered it had been gripped in her hands. She sighed, sitting down at the table and wondering why her phone hadn't been blown up by the station wondering where she was at. Her eyes widened as she remembered that she'd lost the phone in the wreck; she ran to her house phone and dialed the station, trying to think of something, anything, to tell the captain that would sound reasonable. After two rings the captain did indeed pick up the phone. Captain Jenkins, Boston Police Department. "Captain it's Mether, I don't know what-" The Captain cut her off. Mether, you should still be resting after that wreck. A friend of yours came by and told us what happened. Take as much time off as you need.13:57:15 [ClaireMether] We can take care of things. Then the phone clicked before Claire could respond. She hung up her end, taking another drag and wondering when her life had turned into an episode of the Twilight Zone.
14:05:12 [Penance] "How long was I out for?", asked Penance who sat up and rubbed her eyes. She was awake for the second time and let out a long yawn and a stretch that seemed to reach all the way down to her toes, that was associated with yawning. "Did yas' get some rest too?" she asked. He was there when she woke up! W00T! She felt her heart flutter a little with happiness and desperately wanted to nail that feeling down or stick it in a pokeball to keep it! Now what to do? The woman was a master at add libbing as she went along, but seldom planned out a day, unless of course, she had orders to fill~
14:10:15 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was glancing over his talons on his hands and feet--which were appearing to be getting a bit rigid, from all of the clawing he's been doing lately. He sighed and opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a steel nail file. Sitting down on the bed as he began to file his talons into their sharper appearance--he couldn't use sandpaper as it was too brittle for his talons which were as hard as bone, "Entire morning and some of the afternoon, it's three O'clock right now." he responded and then nodded, "I did. I slept better than usual, as well." he took care to make the tips of his talons as fine of a pinpoint as he could get--he wanted maximum penetration if he decided to use these in combat! As usual, the Phoenix ate birdseed for breakfast--he was beginning to dislike it less and less as the days went by as it kept him full for the longest period of time! "Waiting for my new employer to call upon me."
14:19:46 [Penance] "Can I?" she asked with a soft smile. "I know how to use one of those." She knew how to put on a razor edge to a blade. She wriggled the fingers on her right hand expectantly before laying her hand out flat. "I could also do a little oiling for you here and there as well to keep them from getting ridgid." Hey, he'd been pampering her right? Surprisingly, she wasn't hungry just yet, but that would probably change later in the day. The power was back on in most of her favorite eateries.
14:23:53 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was also pretty adapt at keeping his talons nice and sharp. He stops filing the talons to glance at her--almost as if considering it. Then he places the file in her open offered palm, "I don't want them filed down, I'm basically resharpening them--think of that file as a whetstone, and my talons as the sword you're trying to sharpen. Too much and they break, too little and they're useless." and at the mention of the oil he pondered, "I could never use oils--I can't get the bottles open and applying the oil to my talons without making a mess didn't make it work it--I often had a taken a shower after the attempt because the oil gunked up my feathers."
14:31:13 [Penance] "Oh no! Those are far too nice to file down! I've done some sharpening work and the little bit of oil- I can do that or polishing even!" She would take the file and disappeared back into the kitchen and returned with a chair which she would sit down next to the bed before settling next to him. "Come on- slide em up on my lap." The file stayed in her right hand. She almost giggled remembering doing a manicure a few times. She'd done the manicure before making something like cat claws out of mithril! "Btw, nice shiny!" She'd finally noticed the blade he carried with him. As for the spear, it looked like a minuture spear necklace hanging around her neck, and the odds were high, she hadn't even noticed it there yet for herself.
14:37:47 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter watches her as she heads off to grab a chair and then places his hand on her lap with the palm up so that she can see the talons--the talons were long and hooked--though not nearly as thick or hooked as his foot talons, but that was typical of any bird species. But his hand talons' length only made them useful for slashing weapons and not so much grabbing weapons, "Hrm?" he noticed she was referring to the sword in the scabbard on his right hip--he had obtained the scabbard from one of The Ash's attendants at Trinity Hall, as they realized he couldn't keep it out all the time; "Oh that, yeah, it is. Still have no idea what it is--and you wouldn't believe me if I told you where it came from."
14:42:26 [Penance] She blinked before carefully starting to put an edge onto his talons. They would be a thing of dark beauty before she was done. Sadly she didn't have her kit at the apartment, or they'd be polished too. "Well- I have no proof that you're insane and if I were to try to prove it, I'd get locked up for being the nutter." She grinned knowing all too well how stories about the Fae and magic could go. "So try me." She kept busy sharpening his talons, but did it like she would a knife's edge. If you took it down too far, it would break and she knew that, but he'd find not only the tips sharpened but the sides as well. She seemed to have an actual passion for using the file!
14:49:31 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter snickers as she says that, he could feel the discomfort of having his talons being filed--once she was done with his first hand he lifted it and examined them, flexing his fingers as he smiles--seemingly he approved and then placed his other hand on her lap with the palm up, "Basically, I vomited lava out of my stomach and it formed into the sword. It shoots out blinding rays of light when I swing it, though. And it was able to slice a car in half near perfectly, or perfectly, with a single slash. When I checked the sword earlier--there's not a single scratch, marr, or notch anywhere along the blade at all. It's weird."
14:53:08 [Penance] She chuckled. "Fae blade.." How did she know? Call it a hunch? "How's the person who own's the car doing?" She tch'd softly looking at his other hand. He'd knicked one of his talons and it wasn't going to be even. That one was gonna take some time to fix! As for the lava, she had no trouble believing that. Who'd think she'd ever be sharpening the talons of a phoenix? Wasn't perspective fun?
14:54:47 ClaireMether was lounging on her couch now, having another cigarette and trying to relax. She'd had WAY too much excitement in her life lately, and a day to herself sounded very good. She was still in her sleepwear, just an oversized blue shirt and black panties, and unless something required her to dress, she had no intention of changing her attire. She had taken apart her handgun and was in the process of cleaning the parts. She also was trying to think of what she wanted to eat...she had some stuff in her fridge, although anyone who peeked through her kitchen would've thought a college student lived there. Claire had never been one for cooking, something which other girls had teased her about in school; she got the grades though, and that's what mattered. She took another drag then finished cleaning up her handgun, then thought about playing some music. She hadn't had much time for her violin as of late, and it might relax her some. She decided to do just that, as soon as she was finished with her gun.
14:58:58 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter had noticed one of his talons was nicked--and it made him frown, as he was very much a vain bird. He enjoyed his body being 'perfect' in every shape, way, and form--the main reason his feathers shined in the light as they did was because of the shampoo solution he used all over his body when he took a shower--it was designed to bring out the fiery aspect of his inner core, whilst also only being a visual effect. However he'd let Penance handle it, "Fae blade? Probably. And the owner of the car? She's fine. She had some kind of magical artifact. Long story, can't say anymore about it--don't want you becoming a target." he was very vague in general about it--he noticed her necklace and thought it was nice, but he'd wait until after she was done sharpening his talons to mention it--he didn't want to lose this free manacure!
15:10:03 [Penance] "Peter, remember that when we met I was about to use pepper spray it seemed in a can on a cubi'?" She continued to work one talon at a time before he would have a nice neat set done of wickedly sharp talons. "If you changed boss's I'm already a target." She shrugged her shoulders gently. "Some things are worth fighting for." She hadn't grown overly lax in not dealing with conflicts, tho to her they were an everyday occurance, but if she were lucky enough to sneak in a trip into her favorite bookstore or to blade dance in a park, she'd take it!
15:20:26 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter nodded, "I remember that--you probably had something else inside of that can aside from typical pepper-spray, like iron dust or something?" come to think of it...he scratches his chin. Iron dust could be a useful weapon against Fae in the future! However at her arguing over wanting to know what he knew he shook his head, "Sorry. Can't tell you what I found, even if you're one to skirt danger constantly I still don't want to put you into a position like that--especially not against ones who know where you live and where you go at all times of the day, everyday."
15:27:38 [Penance] She chuckled. "You were right, tho its iron and pepper in a blessed can." As per them knowing where she went all the time, she actually pitied the ones that followed her to her jobs. As per having her apartment being checked, that was easily changed. "I trust you, hun. Its just a little easier for me to handle stuff if we're on the same page." The file was sat down before she gasped feeling her stomach churn suddenly. She'd eaten next to nothing over the last few days. "Let's get out of here for a while?" She hated sitting. "Sides I need to get some clothing and stuff back from my apartment." Really, she could sympathize with Delaney's dilemma!
15:32:50 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter took the file back as he brings his foot up onto the bed--bracing his heel against it and letting his toes hang over as he began to file his foot talons as he sighs, "I need to get these talons all sharpened first. There's an assortment of foods in the kitchen if you're hungry." he was hoping that she was going to be moving out of her apartment and into his own. He could even get a larger one, if necessary. He enjoyed being with her, and wanted them both to be in the same place--but he knew, for a fact that he and Penance would likely never have children of their own. Because their genetics were too diverse--he was of an entirely different species than a human. Mammals and Birds were in their own classes. So unless he utilized magical stimulants to force the pregnancy, it wouldn't happen. He nodded, "I understand that, Penance, but trust me--things that I know are things I'd wish I didn't know."
15:38:40 [Penance] She grinned. "One of these days, you really should come with me to the WeaponShop." She didn't know all that many people who would do well robbing the Demonic Flames Weapon Shop, let alone fighting in there! "I'd wind up cleaning out your ice box." She rose finally and would do a severe raid of his fridge'. The outfit she wore was horrible with ash all over it and a hole was right over where she'd been pinned to the wall, and her pants were slightly torn, and she realized she hadn't bothered to brush her hair. "What the hell did happen?" The Dagwood Sammich- from hell was made with it weighing well over two lbs before she was done. She hopped up on the kitchen counter to eat it. Maybe he knew she'd be hungry later?
15:43:24 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was able to sharpen his foot talons faster than his hand talons because he had two hands free to do it with, and he had to make sure each toe talon was perfectly sharpened and pinprick sharp. Because these were the talons that he used the most because of his walking around, grabbing his enemies, amongst other things. After he was done with both feet he stands up and puts the file into a dresser drawer and closes it up, and snatches a black bottle off his desk as he pads out of his bedroom and places the bottle down on the counter nearby Penance as he went to sit down on one of his open-back chairs and peers up and over at Penance, "That's the oil I try to use, but never wants to work--so I just go without most of the time. Bad thing about talons is that they aren't exactly friendly with childproof caps. I don't have fingerprints or ridges on my hands anymore, so my grip is considerably less than a normal person--unless you need me to clench a fist or my toes around someone."
15:56:46 [Lilium whispers to Delaney] Alright, I did not plan to add the push force for a while after the precognition from the light as started, like just adding it in if she ever gets into a life threatening battle. Has any mod been set to do the precognition things or should I just incorporate it? Cause, I am not sure what is going on between the Light and Dark at the moment.15:58:36 [Lilium ] The morning had been rough, full of vomiting and a headache. Still, she held a bit of a headache, but at least the purging had ceased. Lilium had already taken a shower, washing away the sweat from the crash the other night. Lilium still kept her door locked and had a peep hole installed, she tired of unexpected visitors. Today she had done nothing but cleaned, main focus on the couch that she had slept on. Her auburn, mildly wavy hair had been pulled up into a messy bun, to keep it from falling into her face as she cleaned. Lilium finally finished cleaning and found herself still itching for more of that drug. She knew it was bad, knew everything about it would lead to pain, but she still wanted it terribly bad. Her bills had finally been paid, thanks to Rath, and she even had enough to actually buy groceries! Ah snap! Her attire consists of a light blue T-shirt that held a picture of little clouds fighting and throwing lightening bolts at each other, black and purple swirl boy shorts panties, and a pair ~c 15:59:12 [Lilium ] of short dark grey shorts. She sat on her couch, eating a bowl of Smacks cereal with soy milk. The book she had took set open on the coffee table as she read over it a bit. Lilium pulled her long dancers legs up onto the couch, crossed. Mmmm, cereal. So long it had been. ~e
15:59:47 ClaireMether finished with her handgun and reassembled it, getting up off the couch and putting it back in its holster, which at the moment hung on her bedroom door. She went into her closet and gently picked up her violin case, carrying it out to her living room and opening it. Inside lay a Strativari, a highly prized violin that had been made in the 18th century. Her father had bought it for her, one of the few nice things he'd ever done for her. She was about to pick it up when her cell phone rang. She cursed and slowly sat down her violin case, closing it and getting to her phone. "Detective Mether." There's somewhere you should go. Just start driving, and think about the stone. The place you're looking for is in the Warehouse District. Don't take too long. "Cancer, what the fuck are you-" Click. The call ended, and it took all her willpower not to sling her phone against the wall. She stomped into her room, looking through her clothes and trying to decide if she gave a damn what she looked like.
16:26:40 JessicaG Is leaving the college after a long day of studying, she feels rather tired and just want to get a good sleep. While she walks she thought about the meeting of her clan last week, how they are worried with the new drug and the magic spells are becoming more and more chaotic. She so want to help, but they always think she is too young, even the fae she met also telling her this. She is not that young, she thought, and she is very smart. Suddenly she looked up from the road and sees she is in the area of the warehouse district, where The Cork is there. She is thinking if to go in or not, even that the fae know about her, they still don't like it she goes in by herself.
16:34:39 [Peter_Xarhilm] Peter was able to sharpen his foot talons faster than his hand talons because he had two hands free to do it with, and he had to make sure each toe talon was perfectly sharpened and pinprick sharp. Because these were the talons that he used the most because of his walking around, grabbing his enemies, amongst other things. After he was done with both feet he stands up and puts the file into a dresser drawer and closes it up, and snatches a black bottle off his desk as he pads out of his bedroom and places the bottle down on the counter nearby Penance as he went to sit down on one of his open-back chairs and peers up and over at Penance, "That's the oil I try to use, but never wants to work--so I just go without most of the time. Bad thing about talons is that they aren't exactly friendly with childproof caps. I don't have fingerprints or ridges on my hands anymore, so my grip is considerably less than a normal person--unless you need me to clench a fist or my toes around someone." [Repost]