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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2013 5:12:23 GMT
It was only six or seven or seven pm, and three people had something very small in common - they had all blinked at the same time, for a few seconds longer than a normal blink. Whether they were tired, distracted, or just needed a little break from the waking world, they had all done it. Dys liked to pay attention to the little things in life. When they opened their eyes, they would see that they were seated at a small table, sitting on pillows on the ground. Discordia would be at the head of the table, even though it was round. There was something about the set up that made your eyes fly to her and her carefully pinned hair, carefully hellish eyes. In the middle of the table, a brass teapot sat on a small, rectangular, crimson pillow. Discordia waited patiently, hands folded in her lap, for her new companions to say something. The first thing would no doubt be about the fact that there were no visible exits to the room - just an all encompassing, satin wall. It also seemed to have no creases, no corners and was infinitely big just as it was suffocatingly small. @erik
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 21:00:46 GMT
Business meetings were always so boring. To sit in the middle of a long table, surrounded by people who either wanted to impress him or people who told him what to do almost constantly, it really wasn't the highlight of Erik's day. Especially since they took away his notepad and pencil, effectively keeping him from doodling along the blank pages and forcing him to pay attention. Quite frankly, paying attention was the last thing he was doing, and trying to keep himself from falling asleep in front of the other business men and women. However, with his head propped up on his palm, Erik was finding it harder and harder to do. Before he knew it he was bouncing between blinking and debating whether falling asleep was really worth it. Then suddenly he wasn't in the meeting room anymore, and he was instead sitting on a pillow, at a round table, and the feeling of being trapped was sinking in. There was a girl across the table from him, white hair pinned up and looking elegant as ever, and on either side of him sat that Star girl he met on the sidewalk, and a pink haired girl that he had yet to meet. "'Evening." He mumbled, deciding that he'd just be the first to talk. "Are we going to have tea, too, or?"@nan01 @aster |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 2:03:30 GMT
star didn't know what time it was when she got up, but she figured it wasn't a normal time for someone to get up from an eight hour "nap" of sorts.
she got dressed slowly and made sure she at least somewhat presentable before taking a seat at her computer. she took the SD card out of her camera and inserted it into her computer and waited for it to load up.
she propped up her elbow and rested her chin in her palm as she yawned. when she opened her eyes from yawn, she realised she wasn't seated at her computer anymore. she was seated at a round table with only one person she recongized.
however, when she realised how pretty the two other females were, she reached for the spot on her chest where her camera normally rested and looked down in surprise when she realised it wasn't there.
her attention was diverted from the loss of her camera when the silver-haired man - what was his name again? - spoke.
"what kind of tea is it?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 3:57:31 GMT
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She had finished work, her mother was out, and Aster had the house to herself. That just meant she didn't need to make an effort to avoid anyone, it just meant that her mother's presence wasn't going to sit and fester in the back of her mind until it turned into a very conscious and irrational anger.
Instead, there was a headache.
The TV was on, and she was sitting cross-legged on the couch staring into it. Not watching, just staring and feeling the dull throb beginning at her temples, waiting for the Advil to kick in.
She'd probably head to bed - it felt too early, but she considered it; she watched the television, eye lids feeling heavy, not enough to drop into sleep, just a slow blink.
When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else entirely. A strange woman sat at the head of the table, and two more people, like her, seated on pillows on the floor and looking surprised.
Aster shut her eyes, drew a deep breath and let it out in an exasperated hiss through her teeth. When she opened her eyes, she was still staring ahead at the brown-haired girl in front of her.
She pressed the heel of a hand to her temple. "What the hell is this?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 14:55:23 GMT
Discordia wasn't sure why she dealt with this over and over again. She groaned loudly. "No, there's no tea, I mean do you see any cups?" Her voice was condescending and patronizing. Dys felt as if she was wasting her time. So she decided to get to business. With unnatural dexterity, as if her movements were a fluid element instead of bones and skin, she reached one hand out to touch the teacup's handle delicately. "It really enjoys pain," she said, eyes glassy and voice nostalgic, as if she were recalling a time that she fondly remembered but had not lived, a history buff recounting the lucrative swing of the Silk Road. "If you give it what it wants, it'll return the favor." She put her hand back in her lap, tilted her head and smiled smugly. Although the action was reminiscent of the Valley girl hayday, it further distanced Discordia from the mortals. As it should - she was better, after all. @erik
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 22:18:16 GMT
"Why would you have a kettle but no cups?" As easily as he could hear the tone of voice looming down at him with its nose in the air, Erik chose to ignore it in favor of just pressing his lips together in a firm line. He wondered if she actually had cups stored away in another room, or if there were another room at all considering the lack of a door, or windows. He nodded a greeting over to Star and that pink haired lady, wondering where she was so familiar before his attention was snapped back to the kettle. "As fun as that sounds, I'll have to say no." He wasn't too keen on causing pain for the sake of an inanimate object - a simple kettle that didn't even seem to have tea in it. Whether it really was capable of returning some sort of favor, Erik wasn't sure what it would be able to do in the first place. At the same time, he wondered what was going to happen if all three of them flat-out refused. @nan01 @aster @discordia |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 3:28:58 GMT
Star feels a little dumb for assuming there's tea, but she doesn't think too hard on it. She figures it'd be best to just move on from the small mistake.
However, what the extremely pretty woman tells her, about how it likes pain. It gets her curious, as curious as a cat and her instincts tell her not to listen but she still wants to try it.
To see what it'll happen, to experience what she can because who knows when this'll happen again.
She's still hesitant though, what is 'it' exactly? The teapot? Some sort of supernatural being? She's not sure, but she's curious, she wants to know.
It wants pain though, Star doesn't exactly know pain. She knows anger, frustration, she knows fear, and lust, but pain. Pain isn't something she's met too many times in her life. The only kind of pain she's known is the type...
The type she's had with her mother, the painful arguments and lectures. The one time her mother hit her, but immediately took it back. Star never held it against her - she did provoke her after all, but it was pain none the less.
Her hand hesitantly reaches out towards the teapot, she wonders it'll feel as cool as it looks.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 1:17:44 GMT
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The silver-haired women went on – her tone was condescending, icy, and something about it made Aster uncomfortable, made her head pound harder. She blinked drowsily and glanced over her shoulder, around at the strangely encompassing wall. If there was a door she would have walked out at this point. Instead, she glanced over at the teapot, dropping her hand into her lap and narrowing her eyes at the head of the table.
"And if we want to leave, can it do that too?"
She caught the man's eye with a small nod of agreement – she didn't want to get any more involved in this than she already was. At least not without any idea of what she was getting herself into.
The brunette didn't seem as hesitant as the two of them, and Aster bit her lip, watching and waiting to see what would happen.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 15:25:31 GMT
This ill-mannered conversation hadn't been going anywhere, and someone was going to answer for that. Maybe not one of these three, and maybe not any time soon. One day it will bubble up, like a gas bubble from a tar pit. It'll pop, and Discordia's eyes will narrow, and whoever is near her will feel the lash of her fury like whips, like belting. First was a flop, and Dys narrowed her eyes. This was irritating - why did everyone else always get further than her? She wanted to play games, too. They just always fell short, someone flipped the table over before she could get her Monopoly. Eyes narrowed, her hair stood on end. The pink-haired girl just didn't get it, and Dys had to wonder how she was saving face. What did being cool-headed cost her? She wanted to find out, she wanted to use it to grasp the girl by the throat. Ah, but the other one. Slightly celestial, eyes on the kettle like a pair of upturned palms pleading a vengeful god. This caused Dys to soften, smile. She would work with this one. This time she put her elbows on the table, cradled her head in the swing of her hands. The girl was directly across from her, as the fool of fate would have it. Discordia could turn on her charm, but she rarely did. She had her own gifts, her own sense of omnipotency where her voice was like honey and her eyes were blood diamonds and she was impossible to deny. She just needed a little rein, a little wiggle room. Star had given it to her. "Ah," she said sweetly, a gentle exclamation "What do you want?" And her voice was so soft, so perfect. She was the mother everyone wished they had, that they read stories about. Dys needed people to notice her perfection, her porcelain skin and the fact that, if she so desired, her nurturing could put Mother Nature to shame. There was the lure. She waited for it to bob on the surface. @erik
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2013 3:10:05 GMT
From the silence that came from the white haired woman, Erik could tell that she was annoyed. More than slightly annoyed, even. He watched as Star reached out to touch it, instead turning his attention to Aster who seemed to be the most interesting person here that wasn't entirely focused on the kettle. "I don't think we are." Not allowed to leave, that is. It didn't seem like it, considering if it were up to him he wouldn't have left anyway. He preferred this over one of those silly business conferences anyway, assuming that he bothered to listen to those either. It was just a kettle, after all, and the white haired girl who seemed to sound suddenly very persuasive, was just a girl. He waited for Star to answer, assuming that she was who Discordia was talking to anyway. @nan01 |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2013 2:42:50 GMT
Somehow, Star brought all her attention to the kettle and the god-like figure in front of her. The silver haired man she'd met once didn't matter, the pink haired woman she'd never met didn't matter either. Her vision tunnled and she focused all her efforts on this one action.
She had to find an answer to the silver haired lady in front of her. The one with cat-like eyes that seemed to see right through Star and everything she is. Or maybe that's simply Star being transparent like always. It took her minutes to find an answer to that simple question, Star had most things in her life, but there was one thing she never had. Something money couldn't buy, something that she'd always wanted but never have granted to her. "I want to be free from the obligations my mother forced on me." The words sound weird on her tongue, she doesn't speak like this normally. It's far too formal, and far too un-Star like to be her words, but they are. It's weird, but Star tries not to think too much about it. Thinking ruins the magic after all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2013 0:47:00 GMT
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The woman seemed displeased that Aster refused to participate in her dumb games, though her attention was quick to flicker to the ones who did want to play along.
Aster cast an exasperated look towards Erik, only for a moment, because there was something undoubtedly interesting happening now. The white-haired woman had melted into something gentle and soft as clay, molded into a more charming version of herself, though it wasn't enough to draw away Aster's wariness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2013 18:49:35 GMT
Now that she had a target Discordia was much happier. She reached over the table to softly grasp Star's hand, the one that had touched the teapot. Surely the human would be surprised at how little and soft the immortal's hand was. She should probably try to find out what obligations the girl was talking about but, despite her charade, Discordia hardly cared. After sharing one meaningful look with the girl, she smiled. "I can make anything you want happen." It was more of a promise than a statement, a brag. Then she folded her hands in her lap and turned smug again. "You too could learn a thing or two from her. Everyone loves a woman who knows what she wants."Discordia ran out of patience. The next blink and the three will be back where they started. Star has been awarded a Fox Tail, which you can use in an individual or group thread to call Discordia. You can each have an additional post to wrap up any loose ends. @erik
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