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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 19, 2010 23:58:22 GMT -5
as Maria--the Oracle--watched Ellin leave the bedroom, she returned to her place as the seer's reflection and glanced over to Sarah, regarding her with some mild interest. Slowly, she crept from the mirror as if there were no quicksilver blocking her path. She moved silently to the girl and touched a finger to her temple, chanting quietly into her ear, plummeting her into a deep sleep, where the bustling sounds outside would not stir her until her body was regenerated.
That finished the Oracle snapped her fingers; the bowl what Ellin had put into safe-keeping exploded, the porcelain and metal engravings shattering, whatever food that was in it all over the place. The Oracle snickered, retreating back to the confines of her reality within the mirror.
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Post by HardeWare on Aug 20, 2010 11:04:45 GMT -5
HardeWare's thoughts were all of a sudden interrupted.
"I sense an explosion nearby"
HardeWare darted towards the entrance and ran straight into the door, he jumped back to his feet.
"that was odd..."
the super opened the door and ran into the grand foyer... and tripped over the carpet.
"something is wrong..."
Hardeware stayed lying face down on the carpet for a few seconds longer then he should have.
"oh well probably nothing, i have an explosion to find"
He continued to run through into the main hall...
and fell down the stairs heading down to the stage. complimented with an 'ow' for every step.
"not 'ow' my 'ow' lucky 'ow' day 'ow'"
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 20, 2010 13:59:59 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]Kuja sat on a squat, petit little plush chair atop the stage, hard at work painting his fingernails a royal purple what would match his lipstick. When the ruckus began he tried to focus simply on what he was doing, but with each "thump-ow! thump-ow!" he heard, he only made a mistake with his brush.
Finally he had had enough and stormed out of his chair, threw his makeup supplies to the side and marched to the edge of the stage, glaring at and pointing a manicured, half-painted finter at the crash-landed Super.
"Do you mind!?" howled the Prima Donna Genome, his eyes now flaring, the red eyeshadow amplifying the intensity of his rage. "Some of us actually have work to do!"[/glow]
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Post by HardeWare on Aug 20, 2010 14:07:00 GMT -5
Hardeware stopped just before kuja.
"sorry miss, I've been having a bad few minutes"
the super picked himself off the floor and dusted himself off.
"did you happen to hear an explosion?"
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 20, 2010 14:12:42 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]"Ex-explos--MISS!?" Even Kuja's nostrils flared at this comment; his loose-fitting robes seemed to begin blowing in a wind that was not there, his hair flying about his face with the intensity of gale force winds.
"I AM A MAN, DAMN IT ALL! WHY DO PEOPLE ASSUME THAT, IF A MAN PLAYS THE ROLE OF WOMEN FROM TIME TO TIME, IT MAKES THEM A WOMAN!?"[/glow]
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Post by HardeWare on Aug 20, 2010 14:23:47 GMT -5
Hardeware was almost thrown off his feet as he was shouted at.
"sorry I had only seen your shoes at the time"
"back to the explosion, I just gotta find it!"
the super starts twitching and looking around.
"oh look and opera house!, that interesting"
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 20, 2010 14:30:15 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]The wind stopped around Kuja, and he now looked on the Super with a raised eyebrow, moving his hands to rest on his hip as he stared, gawking. "Are you serious? Are you deranged? Of course this is an Opera House!"
He raised his arms out to the sides, proclaiming "The Jidoor Opera House, Home of The Arts!" Bowing, he continued. "And I am Kuja Tribal, the greatest of all my fellow peon "actors". Haven't you worked here for...some time? And as for an explosion, I've heard none."[/glow]
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Post by HardeWare on Aug 20, 2010 14:32:42 GMT -5
"yes its an opera house... anyway, im gunna go search"
the super twisted around the actor and continued searching.
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Post by Acteur de la Noir on Aug 21, 2010 22:27:23 GMT -5
By the time Ellin had completed her duties, Acteur had already located a convenient side room to begin his work. Sitting at a wooden desk with quill and parchment in hand, the elegantly-clad performer was jotting away with a vigor, the rather bizarre countenance of his mask set alight by the glow of a solitary lantern that sat perched atop the table. Curiously enough, there was no inkpot present; but it would soon become apparent that Acteur didn't need one--the flowing, elegant script that escaped the slender tip of his sable quill never seemed to falter or waver. It was almost as though the puppeteer wrote not with ink, but with shadow made substance.
As tends to be the case with certain artists and scribes, the Heartless puppetmaster had become engrossed in his work...to the point where he didn't seem to notice the female Black Knight, at first. However, those eerie yellow eyes would abruptly leave the parchment for a moment, leaping around to meet Ellin's feminine pools...and with them came a chuckle, as cavalier and theatrical as the features of his mask.
"Ah, forgive my silence, cherie!" Acteur remarked gaily. "Such is my focus on my work...as for what I might require, hmm...let me think..." He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Ah, of course! If you've the means to traverse the worlds, I could do with a fine, dutiful messenger to deliver the invitations once I've completed them!" He chuckled. "I could do so m'self, of course...but alas, some of those whom I would invite might be less obliged if I were the one who asked. Suffice to say, not everyone appreciates my talent the way you and your employer master have."
With that, Acteur de la Noir set back to work, jotting up a storm while those inhuman eyes glittered feverently. All the while, the lantern cast flickering shadows across the room...shadows that writhed and flickered of their own accord.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Aug 22, 2010 12:19:05 GMT -5
With a dutiful eye, and a flick of her gauntlet wrapped wrist, she would give a polite bow to the ever-hardworking puppet. Why, a mission was this, even as a messenger, it was something a Knight was supposed to do!
"Never you fear, Ser de la Noir!" she spoke with a strong voice, standing straight and stepping forward to see the invitations already finished, examining the names and such, "I shall be certain to give every one of these invitations to their rightful representatives!"
Ellin, with bright lavender eyes showing confidence, along with a set mind, saluted the grand Actor, before turning in place, walking towards an opening corridor, a free hand placing a visor over her eyes to protect her vision from the darkness. She glanced down at the neatly folded invitations to examine her first visit's name.
"... The Fallen." she spoke out loud, "Atticus. Oh! The Heartless Hero! I've heard much about him..." she mumbled, thinking of how she usually sent goodies to the families near the beaches, like paddle balls and other games for the young-lings, "Well, to the dark margin it is! I've been due to a visit... I wonder if I'll find the diamond scarred Heartless there."
She walked into the corridor, and it closed behind her...
** FOR JUSTICE!: To the World of Darkness; The first invitation! **
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 22, 2010 13:43:12 GMT -5
The room wasn't clean anymore. The bird cage was now a rusted color of copper. There were places breaking apart, the bird now looking completely dead, instead of even remotely alive to sing. "So...is this really..that bad?" Sarah found herself smiling at the image. "Nothing is ever that pure."
"Pure gold~ pure copper, pure silver.... pure light, and pure darkness." called out a voice, a small image forming next to the dear bird, caressing it's soft feathers, and looking sad. A child form of Sarah sat there, looking up to her adult form " There is something pure... if you look hard for it."
"What would you expect me to do?" She spoke, walking towards the cage. "Do you see this as a cage still?"
"... You shouldn't do anything else, because you might break something else..." She pouted, "You broke him, you meany!" she sniffed, picking up the dead bird in her hand, and cradling it, " Just because you don't know what to do.. you shouldn't take it on others..." she sniffed again, " All around us is a cage, you dummy head... only this one... we can't see."
"Even so..." She gently touched the young girl's head, though it was a younger version of herself. "This cage is meant to be broken."
"Dummy head!" She flailed a free hand towards Sarah's, "The cage wasn't to keep us in! It was never to just keep us in! It had a DOOR for God's Sake!" she cried, holding tightly at the dead bird now, "It was to keep this out... it was to be safe...!" she cried, looking at the darkness around them, "... we can't build one now... we don't have anything to build a home now...!"
Sarah closed her eyes, smiling. "Dummy head am I? Who's the one with the narrow vision?" She gently pulled the girl into her arms, moving back slowly. "What you want is just the happy memories. You think...that if I take this path there will just be a dark future?"
Their surroundings seemed to shrink, and black tendrils would seep from the darkness, trying to grab at the little girl's ankles. She would cry a little, holding at the bird for support, even if Sarah held her so, " At least I want to hold to those happy memories, because you are focused on only the bad ones!" she tried pushing away, " You don't care about Mama and Papa!"
Sarah seemed to tear a bit at what the girl said. "Mother and father are dead now. I know that...what I said about them is wrong. I respect that they chose to love me the way they did." She stroked the girl's hair, smiling.
The small child looked up, her eyes full of fear. She held tightly at the bird, " You think bad things of us, too...." she sniffed, black tendrils wrapping along her small form, " ... am I... going to be like Mr. Canary?"
"You still don't get it? There's...no canary here." She closed her eyes, the area becoming bigger again. The canary had disappeared from the girls' arms, the copper cage slowly beginning to form a large creature. "There never was."
The little Sarah would look at her empty hands, clutching herself now. A frightened child with nothing to believe in, " ... you are lying!" she cried, trying to push away, but even she darkness was holding her in place. She couldn't move.
"I'm not. I was never... A canary meant to look pretty in a cage." The creature began to form scales, the skin a silver color. "I was meant to make my own path, because I can do it. No one has to decide it for me."
The small sarah was wrapped around shadow, it consuming almost half of the body, and traveling up to her shoulders and arms, she continued to be afraid. "..." -- The creature grew scaly, and with a rasp and a shriek of churning metal, it grew larger still.
"You'll be with me... But I have someone I love. And I want to be with him even if I must have light and dark as my enemy." As if confirming her decision a silver, metallic snake appeared, letting her pet it's head.
****
Sarah's eyes opened slowly, the dream slowly turning back into the room the Impresario had allowed her to rest in. Her mind felt relaxed for the first time in a long time. Sitting up, she removed the covers and reached for her glasses, smoothing out what wrinkles the clothing may have gotten. She then stood up, making sure that the bed was returned to a tidy appearance.
Sitting back down, she pulled her shoes back onto her feet. Reaching towards one of the bed pegs, she placed her jacket and jeweled neck tie on. When she reached for her hat, she realized that her hair must be a mess. Still, she was unsure if she should use one of the brushes in the room or attempt to clean the mess with her fingers.
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Post by Acteur de la Noir on Aug 22, 2010 23:55:18 GMT -5
Acteur watched as Ellin, ever the dutiful Black Knight, took her leave. "My word, what a dedicated soldier!" he chuckled aloud, his spooky eyes dancing with mischievous amusement as he glanced about at the shadows--and at the glittering pairs of yellow orbs that lurked within those elongated black pools. "With her on the job, I daresay we can be assured of a full cast..." Pausing, the elegant-yet-eccentric figure offered a wry laugh. "...Or very nearly, in any event. One must always take the unexpected into account, after all...except when one can't."
With that quirky little observation, the Heartless puppeteer set off for the chambers that had once belonged to the Impresario's daughter--as of late, he found himself increasingly intrigued in the well-being of his newfound apprentice...that uniquely brilliant musician, Sarah Appleton...
A few minutes later...
As she pondered the state of her hair, Sarah would hear the gentle rapping of knuckles at the door...and, through the barrier of polished wood, a familiar and theatrical voice, ever so eloquent and as soft as a shadow. "Cherie? Are you awake, by any chance?"
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 23, 2010 7:00:37 GMT -5
Sarah had finally picked up a small brush that seemed like it hadn't been used. Just as she had begun brushing her hair, she heard the familiar voice of Acteur. She placed the small item gently on the vanity, moving towards the door. She gently turned the knob, making sure she didn't hear the strange lock sound. She felt slightly embarrassed that her hair wasn't done, but still smiled at his presence. "I'll be ready to help with the show soon." She let him in, despite the state of her appearance. "Did I miss anything while I rested?"
Her hand slowly picked up the brush again, brushing her hair once she sat down. Once she had tamed her hair, she began to make of her her braids on one side. Allowing Acteur to see her this way was probably one way she had changed. Before she would have been embarrassed to not look her best in front of him.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 24, 2010 20:23:03 GMT -5
The next group to show up at Maria's room door would be both the Impresario and Kuja, who stood outside feeling rather uneasy about just waltzing in. With a meticulously manicured finger, not unlike Kuja's, the Impresario rapped on the mahogony door several times, calling out the piper's name.
"Are you awake, miss? I've brought Kuja with me to help you look your best; I saw Mister De La Noir return and when he disappeared behind the door I assumed you were conscious. If you need time, I will be more than glad to give it to you."
He smiled, glancing over at Kuja once, who gave him a questioning nod. The Impresario simply shrugged. "Y-yes, anyway. Oh, and Mister De La Noir, does that mean your invitations have been finished, then?"
[glow=pink,2,300]"Should we just go in?" The Impresario shook his head. "Ugh...the waiting."[/glow]
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 24, 2010 20:36:09 GMT -5
Sarah had just reached a halfway point when she heard the Impresario's voice. The pieces were gently let go, her hair still down, instead of in her signature braids. Standing up from the vanity, she made sure Acteur was comfortable before she went to the door. When she opened the door, she looked at the Impresario and Kuja. Bowing, she greeted both of them with a respectful smile.
"Thank you for your hospitality. I am honored to have someone as renown as Kuja to pay such attention to me." She let both of them into the room, letting Acteur see them as they came in.
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