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Post by Malum on Feb 7, 2007 23:04:34 GMT -5
Malum cringed, "Uh . . ." he watched the blood ooze from her cut, "Wha?" He wasn't sure what was happening but was transfixed by the sight of the blood. Kall, on the other hand, knew just what was going on, and, though very excited, avoided looking at the blood. He knew that it would be much sweater when mixed in the wine.
Meanwhile Teoamn watched K'o's eyes. His own, deep brown eyes stared back at her's. In this silent exchange he felt her true feelings for him, and his for her. It was a moment of perfect bliss, and he never wanted it to end. K'o was the one person who ever made him feel happiness, true, lasting happiness. He felt his hand touch her's. "Shall we go off to bed?" he asked, careful not to stammer.
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Post by Mayhem on Feb 8, 2007 21:07:50 GMT -5
Grimm closed her eyes for a moment as Kouen collected the blood. She's grown used to pain. Prolonged periods in moshes will do that to you. The blood slowed to a trickle and Kouen took out two more glasses. She pour the blood in evenly into the glasses with enough to last a few more still at hand. She took the wine from Kall briskly and poured it in. She handed him a glass and raised hers in acknowledgment. "To war," she toasted.
K'o's head cocked while she looked at Teoamn. She pulled his hand into hers and held it there for a moment. Her smile grew as Kaene's words of "I want grandchildren" rang in her head. Her eyes got a spark, and she squeezed his hand the best she could. "I think that'd be a grand idea, but Kaene nee-" but her quiet voice was cut off by Grimm's sharp words.
"K'o!" she stated in her harsh tone. "A creation is only as smart, funny, and clever as the person creating them is. Thus, you have my intelligence. I may hide it, but that is for secruity purposes- do you know what I could be able to do if I lived my potential? I will be fine. You go make some babies." She crossed her arms after this, making sure not to touch the wound on her arm.
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Post by giggles on Feb 8, 2007 21:24:01 GMT -5
"Excuse me Malum..." Crow said, shyly walking towards the Drill Sergeant like woman in everybodies sights. He came up behind her and hesitated, savering the moment and loving the scent of her. Before leaning in behind her and kissing her gently on the cheek, turning her around and pulling her into a deep and long embrace. His eyes slightly welling up with buried emotion. The shadows in the far corners of the visible living room gently rustling and then turning back too normal.
Frost and Job looked into the kitchen from their perch in the shadow with disgust, remarking upon the obviousness and emotion that filled the room. They almost gagged when their leader embraced the woman he spoke so carefully too. Frost whispered something too Job and then cringed before ruffling his cloak and settling back down and whispering. "Look at him...He is not only young, but foolish and blinded by love...He took my blade! He...TOok...My..Blade....That sonofabitch must be killed...Though we must have patience." Frost spoke quietly and darkly..KNowing full well the risk he was taking in saying these words.
" I've waited years for this moment...And I am wondering if it is true....I love you." Crow whispered into the womans ear.
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Post by Malum on Feb 8, 2007 23:13:14 GMT -5
Malum now shuddered. He couldn't stand other peoples' love relationships, only his and his characters'. He turned to the 'fridge and searched through it, as too avoid looking at Crow and Grimm. But as he did this he heard something, like a whisper. A distance, echoed whisper. He turned his head to look at the ceiling, but nothing was there. He heard the whisper once more, but it seemed to come from no where. Malum closed the refrigerator and walked to the doorway, picking up a briefcase and a small black bag, "I'm going to go claim the couch," he called, not bothering to check if anyone heard. Taking off his trench coat he sat on the sofa and opened his briefcase, searching through the various labeled vials and containers.
Kall drank up, following in Kouen's toast. Though he had never been in a war, or a battle, he had fought before, and had indeed enjoyed himself in doing so. The life which came from the blood filled him, as did the wine. It was an extraordinary dual-sensation. His sense's went wild as he took another drink, that toast he dedicated to blood wine.
T'liom watched as Teoamn and K'o walked off, the oomans almost skipped as they darted away at their brisk pace. Alien sex . . . disgusting. The great warrior remembered his many mates. The yautja were not as fortunate as others when it came to mating. Females were dominante in their society, and indeed much larger. He didn't know a single, blooded male who had not been accidentally crushed, tossed, or wounded during mating. Yet he was honor blooded, the most elite of the warriors of his clan, and he found great enjoyment in the pain of mating with the burly yautja women. He smiled an unrecognizable smile and fantasised as the oomans talked.
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Post by Mayhem on Feb 19, 2007 4:20:31 GMT -5
Grimm gasped as Crow lowered his lips to her cheek, a shiver going down her spine. She threw her arms around him as her turned her around and smiled into his chest with a satisfied grin. She was waiting for this moment. She loved the man who held her in his arms, and she had been neglecting that love. She held in a sob as she buried her head in his chest, holding him as close as she could. "I love you..." she whispered, her tone changing unnaturally fast.
Lao went over to Kouen and Kall, chatting merrily as Nordia wandered over to Malum and sat down a few inches away from him. "Grimm talks of you a lot... Always ranting, though. Never with the dreamy eyes she has when talking about Crow..." Her soft voice and innocent face were betrayed by the scars on her neck and visible on her hands. She held out one of those hands to be shook and smiled to Malum, her green eyes glinting.
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Post by Malum on Feb 19, 2007 12:05:23 GMT -5
Malum welcomed the distraction Nordia offered. He shook her hand and grinned out of the side of his mouth. "You know, I sometimes wonder how Grimm can make such friendly characters, yet be such an inward person . . . except around Crow of course . . ." Malum brushed his hand through his hair and yawned. He stole a peak at the woman's scarred neck. He always thought scars were interesting.
"I will tell you," Kall said, becoming drunk fast, as usual, "this, this is the stuff. There haznt been a place or a person better to drink with than this place, right here!" He pointed to the ground. Kall sat down to keep himself from falling. His lips were stained with wine and blood, the air around him reeked of it. He smile at Lao with his mouth slightly ajar, looking like a fool.
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Post by giggles on Feb 20, 2007 15:17:46 GMT -5
Crow lowered his head too slightly rest on Grimms, smiling softly as a single tear rolled down his right cheek, landing in her hair. He savored this embrace and looked around, the blood wine catching his eye more then before. " Tell me, why hold in your sob? " He whispered delicately into his beloveds ear before tightening his embrace and sighing in contentedness. " How I have waited for this moment, my dearest Raven...How I missed you.."
Daethic, Frost, and Job waited in the shadow, brooding over their master. Frost almost twitching in sheer hatred, though he knew that Crow was not ignorant of their distaste for him. He had known it for quite a long while, and he still invited him here. Frost quietly whispered his thoughts and criticisms too his fellow Nobodies. "Why is it that us three, out of all of the people stored in that godforsaken mind of his, that he chose us, his most disloyal, uncaring, hating, and prideful creations?"
" DO not concern yourself with... " Jobs voice was stricken with agony and for a moment he could not speak. "With his intentions..Only his weaknesses." THose were the final words spoken before they became silent again.
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Post by Mayhem on Feb 20, 2007 21:59:25 GMT -5
Lao laughed at Kall, not drinking unless he needed some relief from memories. His rich laugh was quiet, but it was prominent enough that it would stand out in a crowd. He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter with a smug smile. His good friend after spending so much time with her in Grimm head, Kouen, drained her wine in one final chug. She raised her glass in triumph and slurred, "L'o! Yoosh gotter trah dis vine..." Her German accent creeped into her speech as she began to lose control over herself. She threw her arm around Lao, causing him to chuckle with amusement, and began to sing one of her favorite drinking songs.
Nordia looked to Malum with her shy smile. "I know of you, from Ally. You aren't a stranger in my mind. She's shown me her memories with you. You are... a friend to her. A very good one... despite her coldness towards you at times..." Nordia explained, tilting her head slightly to the left, causing her rich brown hair to fall to one side, making it look impossibly long. Nordia smiled her smile and shook her head. "But... there was another reason I'm over here... She had a feeling that I you would go off by yourself, and I do not enjoy staying by crowds as well. She told me to tell you the situation, seein' as she trusts you the most." Her voice lowered to a whisper and she scooted closer to Malum. She was not uncomfortably close, seeing as she was one of Grimm's characters and tended to enjoy staying a certain distance away from people.
Grimm's nail bit into Crow's back as she embraced him even more tightly, her sob threatening even more to come out. "B-because I kn-know you don't l-like it w-when I cry..." Her voice was shaky at best. As soon as she was done speaking, a loud, muffled sob broke free and she shuddered in her love's arms.
Lao looked over to his crying mistress and whistled lowly. "Kiddo, go sit down somewhere and fug'm already," he ordered in a cool voice, patting Kouen on the head.
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Post by giggles on Feb 21, 2007 21:00:07 GMT -5
Crow smiled at the character known as Lao, cradling his lover, and allowing her to cry. He remained weary of the shadows though, he knew the threats to him that lie within them. " I know when you crying is a release of happiness, or love, so cry if you need to, I will not leave you...I promise." He spoke softly, caressing her hair and smiling. "I love you. " He uttered into her ear before kissing the top of her head again. " So, so much...Also, is the wine any good?" He laughed slightly.
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Post by Malum on Feb 21, 2007 22:53:42 GMT -5
Malum put his full attention on Nordia, "Situation? Is there something wrong?" He hoped there were no demons involved this time. He found himself fiddling with a string on his bag full of pebbles, and tensing up slightly. Though he doubted there was danger near, he always tensed when things got edgy, even just words. He tried not to, but it was difficult.
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Post by Mayhem on Feb 24, 2007 0:12:32 GMT -5
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Post by Malum on Mar 3, 2007 19:58:21 GMT -5
((third one's still my favorite))
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Post by giggles on Mar 4, 2007 16:58:12 GMT -5
(( I've given up hope on this roleplay, we go too long without posting then post three times and go back to a long absence of posting. Its quite stupid. ))
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Post by Mayhem on Mar 4, 2007 18:10:46 GMT -5
((I got busy at a time when I shouldn't have. Damn play.))
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Post by giggles on Mar 5, 2007 19:45:49 GMT -5
(( Until all of the active characters decide to post more then three posts before taking a month long absence, Crow is dead...Heart attack. ))
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