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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 24, 2010 21:08:08 GMT -5
the Impresario tipped his head as if he were wearing a hat, patted the girl's shoulder and smiled before brushing by to bee-line it over to the mirror, where he sat at a chair to the side. He looked to Acteur and bowed his head once more. "Hello there. Kuja, come on in," he said.[/font]
[glow=pink,2,300]Kuja nodded, and took a refined look at his newest doll before ushering her over to the vanity, propping her down on the bench and looking over the tools he had to work with with a critical eye.
"Everything seems to be in order, now let's make you look like the diva you're meant to be, Miss Appleton. Surely you can not be part of even the Jidoor Orchestra without looking more than perfect, non?" He ignored her reply if she had one and went to work, collecting her hair and grabbing at each lock with scissors and spray, gel and pin. He was a slow worker, but perfection came at that cost.
The Impresario simply chuckled.[/b][/size][/color][/glow][/font]
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 24, 2010 21:20:49 GMT -5
Sarah was rather surprised Kuja had began his work so quickly. Her mind had a hard time processing the how long it took for him to begin. She could feel the experienced hands of someone who had taken lessons that only a hairstylist in Middleton had received. She knew that arguing with Kuja seemed pointless, like asking what he was doing. His concentration seemed much like hers when making music. Her body remained straight, not sure if she should move a certain way to make his task easier.
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Post by Acteur de la Noir on Aug 25, 2010 19:11:16 GMT -5
Acteur nodded as he heard the Impresario's inquiry, his voice and demeanor as cavalier as always as he dipped into a fancy bow. "But of course, my good Impresario! I've already secured the aid of Ellin the Black Knight in that matter--two people can cover twice as much ground, non? A moment to check on my apprentice--another to assure her a means of contact--and I shall depart with all due haste!"
Saying thus, the Heartless Puppeteer turned his gaze to Sarah Appleton. As if sensing the concentration on part of the effeminately-dressed Kuja, he leaned forward--taking care to not impede the path of aforementioned stylist--to whisper gently in his apprentice's ear. "If you've need of me, you need but ask...rest assured, the shadows have ears and eyes. And, of course, the means to seek me out." With this, the puppet-master's eerie orbs flicked towards the shadows of the room...lengths and pools of darkness that seemed to thicken and waver ever-so-subtly.
Rising from his bow, Acteur de la Noir chuckled with elegant mirth. "And thus I depart, knowing that my cherished companion is in thy best of hands..." A pause, and one of the spooky eyes behind his porcelain mask closed in a theatrical wink to Kuja--and, given his current angle, the Impresario, as well. "...And on that note, I depart!" Then came a snap of his fingers, that familiar vortex of black-and-purple...into which Acteur vanished, his tattered cape billowing behind him as he was swallowed, headed for parts unknown...
*Unless you look here. To Beast's Castle, Dawn of a New Day*
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 25, 2010 20:07:08 GMT -5
[glow=pink,2,300]"Just hold still, 'cherie'," Kuja said, mocking Acteur's seemingly favorite pet title for the young Miss Appleton. "Just a snip here, a snip there...props here, spray there, and--voila!"
He threw out his arms, tools in hand, into a dramatic end note, humming an angelic "ta-da!". The Impresario chuckled dryly, but that was not enough to throw the Genome off course. He spun the girl around on her stool, examining her and handed to her a small hand-mirror to take a look at the back and sides of her head.
"You look positively splendid, 'ma cherie'."[/glow]
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 25, 2010 20:37:19 GMT -5
When Acteur spoke in her ear, Sarah smiled, her face blushing a little at his voice being closer to her ear. However, when Kuja spoke it didn't have the same effect. The way Kuja used the word felt too different. She kept a respectful look on her face, seeing what he had done to her hair. It was indeed done as if a professional had done it. "Thank you for such a beautiful haircut, Kuja." She bowed her head, grasping her gloves from nearby, placing them on.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 25, 2010 22:50:02 GMT -5
[glow=Pink,2,300]"Haircut? No, no, not at all!" cried the former Queen Brahne's poppinjay, throwing a delicate hand to his chest in a dramatic leap of astonishment. "Indeed it was trimmed, but I, being the master stylist and such, it should be named such. You are most welcome for your immaculate repairs, Miss Appleton."
With an exaggerated bow the feather-headed man took his leave; the Impresario still sat in his chair by the Oracle Mirror, sipping a cup of brandy that had come from seemingly nowhere.[/glow]
When Kuja had finally left the room he chuckled merrily. "He is quite the enthusiastic of my performers, is he not?" Standing, he walked over to the vanity where Sarah sat and settled down his glass, pressing his wrinkled, chilly hands on her shoulders, staring deep into her eyes through the mirror.
"Such like my daughter in her early radiance, you could be the spitting image were you a bit older and had blond hair and blue eyes. But no matter, my dear. It must simply be my imagination, for you see she is long gone. And I suppose with you taking her room, old memories have come back."
He scratched his head and turned away from the mirror, just so the girl before him wouldn't catch a glimpse at his sorrow.
"Be safe, and careful," he intoned, walking over to the door. "You are dangerously close to the edge of darkness, Miss Appleton. While you are here you would be wise to remember that. The darkness is not all it's cracked up to be, even with the great pluses."
He clicked his tongue once before disappearing through the bolted door and off to whatever he had to do.
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 25, 2010 23:11:34 GMT -5
Sarah looked a little uncomfortable when the Impresario touched her shoulders so gently. Kuja's was one of a professional, even when he corrected her statement. It felt like he was using her for some sort of crutch, even for a moment. When he spoke of his daughter, it became almost unbearable to hear it. To steal the place his daughter held would be a terrible crime. She couldn't do something so wrong to him. She was only going to be there until the show was over, after that... she didn't know exactly what would happen.
However, his mention of darkness confused her. Why did he seem to think she was on the path to darkness? For a moment she felt like he was like that little girl, but in her heart she could hear a voice, a strong one.
“Travelling the road least followed, by either Light or Dark,”
“To accomplish that journey would be no small task…but you, with your unique outlook on the nature of Light and Darkness, stand a better chance than most at seeing it through.”
Yes, Acteur had agreed, hadn't he?
“And further…I will help you see it through, Cherie,”
“If there exists the chance of a new flower blooming—one outside the traditional standards that have been set for the opposing elements of radiance and shadow—then I would be most intrigued to behold what may come of it.”
The power of belief and the ability to know that someone would follow that path was enough. She had the snake, the ability to go on and pave a path with confidence. She was strong enough to do it, even with the many doubts that would pave the road.
Pulling her hat up, she placed it gently onto her head, ready to begin composing. One hand touched the pocket where her Piccolo, now silver, was stored. She opened the door, bowing for a moment. "Thank you for allowing me to sleep safely within this room." She spoke, not sure why, but there was a presence in the room that she could tell was there. After doing so, she left to examine the instruments available.
Once she had reached what seemed to the instruments, she touched what looked to be a piano. She lifted the top, setting it up so it could let out sound. She then lifted the key cover, pressing one finger to C. It sounded like it had been kept tuned, a good sign.
'A tragic love story, or even a happy one will have dangerous turns. There is a song I'm familiar with...that sounds like it might fit. I'll have to try it out.' Sarah moved a bench closer to the piano, settling her fingers on the keys. She loved the Piano, but every instrument deserved to be played. The piano was her favorite, and always would be.
Starting with the first note, she began to play, her eyes closing. She could see a story as she played, of a couple not meant to be. A house that they built together with their mind. In a place without reality crashing upon it.
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Post by HardeWare on Aug 28, 2010 20:25:56 GMT -5
Hardeware was distracted once again, he could be doing anything but... something... made it very hard for him to stop concentrating on a certain explosion.
"something tell me somewhere somehow someone is going to be pissed if I don't find this thing"
The super threw himself into the kitchen and ended up slipping on a wet patch and landing next to a few bowl fragments.
"......that was... convenient?"
once again Hardeware was back to his feet in an instant, he put his finger up to the scorch mark and pulled a tape measure out of the end of his finger.
"odd, definitely a forceful explosion but no traces of combustible material..."
"well that was uneventful..."
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Post by Secondary Characters on Aug 29, 2010 11:10:38 GMT -5
As the oracle sat in her haven within the mirror she plotted, watching and waiting; she listened to the beginning of Sarah's private performance with indifference, feeling nothing for the subtle beauty of it all. Instead she was more interested in this wave of unluck that seemed to just appear on this world only hours ago.
Quietly sneaking away from her confines in a twist of reality-bending, she disappeared and reappeared, invisible in the kitchen to where she felt the presence of this luck crisis.
Hovering to HardeWare she reached out a finger to touch his shoulder; corruption to the inner workings to the Oracle was hilarious. Perhaps she would see her entertainment soon. A silent curse...
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Post by serpentoflore on Aug 30, 2010 18:16:25 GMT -5
Sarah's hands stopped playing the song, standing up slowly. She gently closed the cover over the keys, making sure that it was put the way it was before. She had the perfect song in her head. She turned towards the study, or what she thought to be the study from its contents. It took a few minutes to ascertain it was really the study. She slowly made her way towards the cabinets. Within there she hoped to find some empty sheet music. Grasping three or four of the sheets and then a bottle of ink and a quill, she made her way to the stage. She began to plot out some music, thinking of words.
Good night my angel time to close you eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Where ever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
A family that always continued to pass on a family heirloom. A song would fit well with that theme.
Good night my angel now it's time to sleepAnd still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
Something like how she was with Acteur. Part of her wondered if her dream were telling the truth. That Acteur would die if she didn't choose the dark. Still, she couldn't follow such a strange dream. It was her own path.
Goodnight my angel now it's time to dream
And dream how wondeful your life will be
Someday your child will cry and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me
Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabies go on and on
They never die that's how you and I will be
Her hands twitched, eyes starting to feel slightly hot. She had to continue writing while the idea was still in her head. Yes, she had to. So she continued writing, the ink gently gracing the bars on the page.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Sept 1, 2010 8:08:34 GMT -5
**From Hyperspace, The Red Rose **
A corridor burst in the middle of the Opera Stage, and out came the black knight from earlier, looking menacing in her armor. She would groan a little, rubbing at her eyes. She forgot to place her visor over them, from the distracting happy thoughts that consumed her.
"Acursed..." she mumbled, her eyes watery, acting out on allergies, rather than poisonous sorrow. "Hrm.."
Once she was out of the corridor, her eyes would feel much better, and she would look around to see she was up on stage. She blushed a little, looking out at the empty audience, before walking quickly off to the curtains, in stage fright. The dark knight walked down the steps, and listened to music playing... a piano, but sadly she had come near the end, and by the time she found Sarah such a beautiful melody, the song ended.
Ellin gave her a bright smile, followed by a rather loud clank of her gauntlets being clapped together in applause, "That was lovely, Miss Sarah!" she grinned, walking a bit closer to stare at the grand piano, curiosity setting in. " Wow... how long, if I may ask, have you been playing the piano?"
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Post by serpentoflore on Sept 1, 2010 14:14:43 GMT -5
Sarah's eyes slowly lifted from the paper she had been writing on. She seemed to be a little confused, focusing on Ellin in silence. She slowly placed the quill into the glass container of ink. "Ah...It's Ellin right?" She spoke, her gloved hands going to her lap. One of her hands adjusted her glasses lightly in order to make sure she was looking at the right area. Ellin's voice was a bit more familiar now.
"Wow... how long, if I may ask, have you been playing the piano?"
"It was my first instrument." She answered, knowing that answering the question would be the best idea at the moment. Her mind slowly began to remember she had last eaten at the feast, unsure of how to ask Ellin for her cooking skills without sounding rude. She remained still, the ink completely gone.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Sept 1, 2010 20:40:52 GMT -5
"How splendid..." she whispered quietly, looking to the glossy surface of the grand piano. A beautiful black with perfect curves and angles to reach the most beautiful sounds. She stepped a bit forward, looking to Sarah with a raised eyebrow, her attention now toward the musician, "Huh, I'm sorry Miss Sarah, but... were you able to find what I left you to eat? You look rather pale..."
She paused, crossing her arms at this point, "You have not been working on an empty stomach have you?"
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Post by serpentoflore on Sept 1, 2010 20:46:11 GMT -5
"I forgot about it, since I had to get the idea out." She spoke, blushing a little at the fact Ellin seemed to want to grill her about that responsibility. "I don't even remember what was on the plate or where it was." Her hands held a little tighter together. Her eyes looked up towards Ellin's, hoping that she wouldn't be scolded by someone for simply forgetting to eat.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Sept 1, 2010 21:09:40 GMT -5
Ellin held up a finger, watching the girls nervousness, and she grinned, " I'll cook something up for you, ok?" she spoke gently, before turning to the kitchen. She was not going to argue or complain of something that could not be helped. It was her fault that she caught the musician in such a sleepy state. What was important now, is for the one composing to have something in her stomach to keep her healthy and with energy, "I'll be right back."
The dark knight removed her heavy gauntlets, revealing a soft, and creamy complexion underneath them, and they moved gently about the pans and such that she found to cook something. She found her previous plate in shatters, and pieces all over the floor. She also found Hardeware there, and looked to him suspiciously.
"If you caused it, you better clean it up , please," She would have to take care of this later, but for now...
She prepared grilled steak, with sweet sauce, and steamed carrots and broccoli; all nicely patterned on a flat dish. She went to the fridge and prepared a tall glass of ice-cold lemonade, and set everything down on a tray. In the meantime, juggling and dodging around the senile mechanic."Perfect" she admitted to herself, placing the proper utensils in proper manner. She had to learn SOMETHING from the short time she spent with the Alexandrian Army. Cooking and preparation took the knight about an hour to make.
The darkest knight placed her gauntlets back to cover her fair skin, and took the tray with both hands. On her way she would smile brightly, finding a nearby crate to set the tray down for Sarah. All she had to do was move the piano bench over to eat it, since it was a nice height off the floor.
"Dinner, Miss Sarah. I do hope you enjoy."
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