<font color='698AAB'>Day: 12th Month: Tria Year: Year 81377 \\ Elethea Jaleabaj ¤ #3, Female, 2900 ¤ Healer (J) ¤ Empathy (J) \\ OOC notes: This is more or less a half-ass planned thread. *cackles!* So. Please be polite and don't jump in if you didn't plan it with us? Go here and see if there's anything your character can do (ask us, we don't bite! ), as well as finding out what we're doing in the first place. hehe. If there's nothing for your char to do, don't sweat it, we'll be planning millions more threads in the future. Thankee! \\ IC A silver pelt tainted with streaks of gold and deeper silver throughout her spiky mane, and the sparkling gold tattoo on her left hip, slides soundless through the area. It was the hottest season, Tria, summer, and her job as part-time teacher at Janardan was over for the time being. As it happened, most of her family had the season, or at least part of it, off from whatever work they tended. Because of this once in a life time occurance, all of them had planned to meet. That's right, all of them. Not a handful, or an immediate family, or even one family, all of the Jaleabaj's were coming together, as well as her mother's family, and most of the like-minded members of those who had wedded into the Jaleabaj clan. Jaleabaj meant 'Reliever' in Ramathian, a language long dead to the masses, but one used almost exclusively in Jaleabaj gatherings. Every single one of the pendragons who carried the Jaleabaj name worked in medicine, or at least dabbled in it. Her family line has twisted healing magic tightly around their pinky claws, and work flawlessly and compassionately in their career. There have been few refusals to work as a doctor or a healer, even part time, and those that rebel often find that even though they wish to get as far away from healing, it's a natural talent. Now the 'her' that has been discussed, is none other than Elethea Jaleabaj. Now three years older than when she had originally started part time teaching at Janardan, frequent use of her healing powers in class and as "school nurse" had given her greater confidence, and following, greater ease than had come naturally. She no longer easily tired when working a spell, as long days of hours of classes had quickly kept her on her feet when she was exhausted from the smallest spell. Her prowess in empathy had also grown, and from being around so many young ones, who were absolutely tumultuous with emotions raging inside, she'd learned to read them most acutely, to the point of finally gaining her journeymanship in it. Besides herself, however, she was quite alone on this trip. Something she usually enjoyed. But now, having been used to always seeing a friendly face, hearing birds too high up to be seen, and seeing only trees and leaves and the dirt beneath her paws made for a rather lonely journey. Well. At least when she got there she wouldn't know what to do with herself, seeing as there would be easilly a hundred and more pendragons gathered in one spot. But, she still wished for someone to talk to..</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>[OOC: Whee, I have no clue how to start Nasul out, but me will try! I'm gonna sorta make it humorous because I need to write something funny before I doe of boredom. Yay. Char: Nasul Jyrysek, Male, Older then you. Is teh Master Inventor.] IC: As the large, brown 'furred' pendragon walks through the mountains, he grumbled to himself. Normally a serious and dark 'dragon like himself wouldn't groan and mumble, but he hated the prospect of traveling in the mountains. Why might you ask? He doesn't like rocks. They scratch up his metal and make this really annoying scratching sound. I bet you're all going, "Err...What? What's a pendragon doing with metal?" Well, hold your horses and i'll tell you, Mr. Jyrysek is half-cyborg and is, well, halfway made of metal. Don't believe me? Oh well, get used to it. ANYway, the reason for his Cyborg-ness is something that's pretty personal to him, but sense I'm the narrator and I'm supposed to tell you stuff, I'll give you a summary. Whoooo. When Nasul was a little 'dragon, he was torn apart by his evil father. Poor guy. Well, his mother, being a super scientist or something, fixed him up by replacing his broken parts with metal. His left eye was replaced with a light green cyborg one that can point out other's names. It has better uses, but Nasul isn't a spy, so who needs 'em...other then a spy...right. Erm. Anyway, after Nasul was fixed up and better(For a kid who was just torn apart by his dad, anyway), His 'dad' came back and murdered Nasul's Mom. Sheesh, what a jerk... So now Nasul travels around, is a part time teacher at Janarden for Inventing, and hunts his father down. What an...interesting life. He doesn't have many friends(coughcyborgeyecough) but anyone who can see through him to the parts that are still...alive, he's really loyal to 'em. He's also going to learn that it's a small world after all as he jumps off a rather large rock, trips, and rolls down a hill right in front of a close friend of his. [OOC: I hope that was Okay Oo;;]</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: *cackles* Lovely! Very funny, I might add. XD I think I'll be equally wacko during narration, if you don't mind my following your lead! hehe!! \\ IC Elethea heard the tripping, and had the good sense to freeze in place and look around, for following the triping noise came much roughing noises, as something rolled downhill. Had she continued moving, the rolling thing would've crashed right into her. What it looked like from the speed-blurred rolling, was a machina with something furrying clinging to it. But no, this was no mere machina with wild animal attached, rolling down a hill through a mountain pass, oh, no. It was her friend, Nasul, whom she recognized almost immediately. <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Nasul!"</span> reaching a paw out to try and touch a shoulder, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Oh, my, are you alright?"</span> Genuine concern was thick in her voice, forgetting her healer background for a moment, because after all this was her good friend, and he did just roll down a steep hill.. Hills, no matter how flat, usually leave you, at very least, dirtied up. So her worry was well-placed, and not psychotic. Nyah.</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>[*squee* You like my maniacal idea, Yay! Insanity galore! ^^!] Nasul blinked...Or, one eye blinked, the other flashed, and he grinned when he spotted his ol' pal Elethea, and answered her question, "<span style='color:green'>I'm okay!...I think</span>." He got up clumsily(Hey, he just fell flat down a hill, leave 'im be) and he gave a quick shake, like a dog. Like my dog, who eats up my socks more then the washer does. "<span style='color:green'>Nope, nothing broken here...</span>" He then looked at his metal parts, and noticed part of his front left paw was broken. "<span style='color:green'>...Well...Except for that, it's just a minor problem, I'll fix it up later</span>" He then went to more friendly matters. "<span style='color:green'>So...Elethea, where are you off too, on a...er...very rocky mountain like this?</span>" Of course, only me, the narrator, knows his trruueee seecreet. ...Okay, Okay, I'll tell you. But don't say its from me. Nasul has a little cruuuuush on Elethea. Aw. How cute...</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>(I hope you don’t mind me posting now? Seeing as Okkie won’t even be interacting yet. Oh... and if anything is off about this post — just yell at me. Bwaha.) Okkie had been here once before. Twice even. The grandiose Nyonge Mountain Range. The perfect place to get away from it all. The perfect place for basking in the mellow rays of the sun. Not to mention — she was perfectly equipped. Her frame was slight like a coyote’s and her wings kept her lithe bodice balanced as she slithered and slipped and slunk throughout the crags. Yes... this was her place. She belonged here. Perhaps she would find herself a den or something. But right now she had better things to do. Like... spying. She had seen and heard them. There was lots of ’em — probably a family clan. Okkie had crouched on a ledge and watched them bustle back and forth. To and fro. Obviously preparing for something. A party was what it looked like. A kinda formal party at that. Hm... Here she was. The twelfth. Prowling over some rocks to sit on that same ledge. Only now the clusters of pendragons below were settled. Like their preparation stage was over. Okkie licked her lips and sniffed the air with a cute little button nose. Food... did they have food...? The femme pendragon swallowed and smiled. An Evil smile with a capital E. Whyfor? Because she wasn’t exactly what you would call a polite pendragon. Nah... in fact she was entertaining the thought of going right down there to crash the party. And steal the food. Mm. But her pondering was interrupted by a clamoring off to the left of the gathering place. She blinked her protuberant blue eyes and peered idly where the sound had come from. She saw two pendragons there. Strangers. Probably heading towards the party. Okkie shifted her weight and switched her tail. She’d watch them for now... and maybe follow after.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Welcome 'Kie! XD Â This is gonna be fuuuuun! Psychotic times, ah, yes. Edited once more! Scratching the desert parts. Mwaha. XD Took a closer look at the map I did! *pats self on head* \\ IC Elethea smiles, reassured, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Oh, good. I was worried."</span> (No, really? Couldn't tell.. ) <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Well, heading off to a full family reunion, actually. The majority of my rather large family is all coming together for the first time in a decade! The mountain pass was the fastest way to the middle, where there's a plain in the middle of a bunch of the mountains, though it is rather rough on the paws."</span> she shrugs, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"But transports don't do where I'm going."</span> Oooh. Spooky. Not. They just don't go deep into mountains, because there's nothingthere to go to, so no transport is dedicated to that location. She isn't going to mountain tops, though, she'll just round the bottoms, and hopefully not get bitten by anything poisonous or die of dehydration or.. *ahem* back to the plot! She looks at his metallic paw, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Oh.. can you walk on it? I mean, I'm guessing it doesn't hurt, but.. I don't know how advanced your cybernetic machina is."</span> she smiles and shrugs (again. Hey.. is she flirting? *shifty eyes* ), <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"I never was good with much machinery. But there has got to be someone in my family who can help you out, even in just providing the tools you'll need."</span> She glances upwards, shifting her bag which swings lazily in front of her chest as she sits down, then looks back at Nasul, smiling, happy to converse, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"And where were you headed?"</span></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>"<span style='color:green'>A family reunion, eh? The only reunion I've had with my family wasn't exactly fun.</span> See what happens when your father is a homocidal nutcase...? Now go and give yours a hug for not being...a nutcase. Unless he is...So then just be cautious when you hug, k? Er...Moving on... He sighed, and looked down at his broken metal paw, not just of because it was broken, but also because he was...envious? Or maybe just nervous...*giggles* Look, He's bluuushing. Now that you think about it, I feel bad for the guy, no family whatsoever except a maniacal father who isn't around to give you a hug, he doesn't have many friends, and...er...he has me as a Narrator. Hah. Hah....Wait. "<span style='color:green'>Sure, I guess someone in your family could help me out a bit with my broken paw, I mean, It isn't going to be easy to fix this myself...</span>" He shook it a bit, and it made a sharp, loud, and humorous noise.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>She looks at him with that tender-hearted awwwwww-ness you do when you want to scoop someone up and cuddle them. Which given the flirt-vibes he probably wouldn't mind, and shed equally enjoy! Haha! ... *stamps PG-13 on everyone's forehead* <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Well.. like they say.. you don't choose your family, you're just born into one."</span> (Elethea.. for gawd's sake, don't pretend to be Ghandi.. oiy..) She smiles. (There, that's better.) <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"I'm sure there's plenty room for one more, you know, would you like to come with me? I'll be staying several days, and you're more than welcome to stay the entire time."</span> (Say yes, say yes, say yes.. Oh, was I chanting? Yes, that's right, chanting and flirting is her job. Forgot. Haha.. ha.. .... <_< *crawls off* ) Golden tinted eyes flash with such sparkle, finally someone she knew, whom she could talk to. And she knew he'd be accepted, her family wasn't the shunning type, seeing as they healed for a living. You can't shun someone when you're in a compassion-driving job! No psychotic fathers, either. Drunk ones, maybe. Fema Rajji wines would be plentiful, as the elderly in her family would have easily pulled strings to get a delivery of the rare wine. (With all this dancing around the sitiuation flirting, hopefully it won't all be gone.. *is smacked by 'Thea* )</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>Nasul grinned and waved his scorpian like tail happily. Oh wait, you didn't know he had one? Sorry, I forgot to add that teeeny little detail. Mwahr. That's why he liked Elethea, she was always so nice...and cute...and...Er, lets stay out Nasul's quite dirty mind, Thaaaaankyou. "<span style='color:green'>Sure I'll come with you! It sounds like fun.</span>" Of course, he wouldn't know, he hasn't really been to a party before...a thought other then Elethea went through his mind...Do party's HURT? Okay...so he didn't really think that, but it would've been funny. ANYWAY, He didn't have anything else to do, and hanging out with his...[giggle]CRUUSH[/giggle] would be GOOD. Oh yes.</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>Meanwhile, back up on the ledge... Okkie gazed at the pair of unfamiliar pendragons, a look of mingling disgust and amusement shining on her face. She wasn't exactly close, but she'd heard their exchange. Or most of it, at least. From it, she had come to the conclusion that these two eggheads were completely in love with one another, and, at the same time, oblivious to the other's feelings. These stupidheads, Okkie decided, needed to be dragged into the street and shot in the kneecaps! Or maybe tarred, feathered, tied to weights, and dropped to the bottom of a lake... hah. The caramel pendragon mused over a few other torture methods, wishing she could follow through with them, but knowing she was too cute to do things like that. Besides, she had other things to do, like crash this party that these two lovebirds were apparently heading to. Speaking of, 'Kie peered away from the goofy pair, and looked out over the large cluster of pendragons in the distance. They weren't far away, but they weren't close, either. Not close enough to smell any food, anyway. Okkie frowned. She was hungry, and pretty soon she'd just go crazy and gnaw her own leg off, if she didn't find food. So, after one disgruntled look back at the gigglinglikeschoolgirls doofuses, the winged femme bounded from her ledge. Not towards them, but, indeed, away from them. Though she would love to throw rocks and dirt and your firstborn child at them in hopes of knocking them off a cliff, 'Kie had better things to do. She pointed her fine muzzle towards the large group, thinking only of one thing as she began to bounce quietly towards them: FOOD.</font>
<font color='698AAB'>Elethea smiles brightly, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"Wonderful! It's been lonely travelling alone. We'll soon be surrounded by a hundred or so of my closest relatives, from both my mother and father's family."</span> Haven't we been over already thirty thousand times where we were going? She tosses her head towards the path leading up a ways, mostly the opposing direction as where Nasul had rolled, <span style='color:#C0C0C0'>"The trail winds a bit, so I'm sure we'll have a short time to talk about what's been going on before we get there!"</span> she grins. She found herself a completely different 'dragon around Nasul - usually she was quiet and reserved, and always quick with a kind word, but around Nasul, she was silly and giggly, not at all something you'd expect from an almost 30 00 year old! Oiy, why not profess undying 'twue wuv' right now, you silver-pelted addle-brain?! I know why! Cause it'd be sickeningly romantic, that's why, and I won't allow devotions of 'twue wuv' without someone about to die or some other form of pure torture and unnecessary drama! mwahahaha-*coughhackhairball* ...ha!</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>[OOC: AHH!! Sorry I havn't posted in....a while*cough* I've been really busy with...STUFF. Oo; Also...I'm kinda tired right now, so this is probably going to be...short...and not as funny. Sowwie Oo;] Nasul nodded, a big grin plastered on his face.(I plastered it myself, ho ho ho ho) "<span style='color:green'>Alright then! Let's get going!</span>" He chirped, poked Elethea, and grinning like a nut, he ran around her, and then ran off towards where the party was. He then stopped, blinked, and remembered he didn't know where it was. Oh, smart move, mister! Now, just lead her the wrong direction...! Anyway, he blushed, his spiked tail behind his legs, and waited for her to come over to him.(Aww...Puppy!</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>((Just so you know, you guys don't have to wait on me... just post all you want, and I'll squeeze some occasional posts in between.)) Boom! This was the sound of Okkie's bum landing on a slate of rock. She winced and stifled a yelp, then rubbed her stinging rear end vigorously. She wanted to kick herself in the ass for being stupid enough to trip over some rubble, but that wouldn't do anything except make her butt hurt even more, would it? So toss that idea. Gritting her teef, the mortally wounded (haha...) femme stood, and wagged her tail a bit to make sure it still worked. It did. Satisfied, but with a sore behind, Okkie set out again, dodging and darting and frolicking over rocks and bluffs and ledges. Pretty soon, the winged one was on an overhang just above the gathering pendragons. She peered down at them, and licked her chops. They definitely had food — the aromas were strong here, and tantalizing to the senses. But though Okkie wanted to launch right down there and wolf every last scrap of edible matter down, she merely crouched there, waiting for the best moment to creep in there and get her morsels...</font>
<font color='698AAB'>\\ OOC: Mwahaha..! I'm such a lazy ass. Right now I'm doing absolutely nothing when I should be doing something constructive, because I'm going out tonight. (Dinner 'n' a moooooovie) I am the procrastinating queen! XD \\ IC Elethea grins broadly, then quickly hides her smile. No, no. No smile. Awr, demmit. Too late. He already saw your goofy-arse facial expression. Twit. No matter. Off she trots, musing to herself just how cute she finds him, and leads the way. But only by a little bit. She was more or less walking beside him, and would very easily pull or push when she needed to direct him down the right path. "How have your classes at Janardan been going? On the same subject, how has Janardan been? I've been away more than a season, and oddly enough, I miss the place!" Who'd'a thunk that? Heh. Not her, certainly! Bunch of squalling little brats. And being that she was an empath, she was constantly overloaded with emotions by those torrential teenagers. So she's really missing a few nuts & bolts in her noggin if she actually misses that place. ... Which apparently, she did!!</font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>"<span style='color:green'>...Oh, well it's been going good, I took a bit of a vacation away from it...</span>" Hmf, you shoulda just told the truth, you were looking for HER, DUH! Really, what am I going to do with you, Nasul? Anyway, Nasul gave a grin, and stated, "<span style='color:green'>And as for Janarden itself? It's crazy, as usual. Have you heard? Some students have found out about the basement and keep sneaking in and getting themselves in trouble!</span>" Pffft, you'd do the same thing, Oh almighty Nasul! And stop gossiping! You sound like a valley girl...No, forget it, you don't sound THAT bad...thank the Ramathian Gods...(and Goddesses?)</font>
<font color='ECE5CE'>\\ OOC: heheheeee.. see how lazy I am.. X_O; Last posted Sep 1st, is now.. Sep 6th! *runs screaming before anyone can murder her!* \\ IC She giggles, <span style='color:#FFFFFF'>"Awwr, sneaking into the basement, hm? Unfortunately, I can't say I would done the same. They probably would've found me tied up in a closet somewhere, when I told them matter-of-factly I was going to tell on them because what they were about to do was 'not right'."</span> Goody-two-shoes. ... Hey. Did she just say tied up? Kinky.. She looks at him as she meanders, <span style='color:#FFFFFF'>"What's in the basement anyway?"</span> a pause and another girlish giggle (cut it OUT already.. giving me a heaaaaadacheee.. ) <span style='color:#FFFFFF'>"Well, on second thought, don't tell me if you'd have to kill me, we have a party to attend!"</span></font>
<font color='#8D38C9'>[OOC: MWAHR. *chases after za Zeva tryin to murder* ] ICish: Nasul laughed, "<span style='color:green'>Actually, to tell you the truth, I'm not really sure whats in there either...I never really had the chance to check it out</span>!" Yesss...Because you are a chikin-'dragon ol' Nasul. He kept a steady pace next to her, as they walked closer to where the big family reunion twas. He didn't want to lose her, right? Look, buddy, she's not just going to 'poof!' vanish, so don't worry your little head. Hah, look, he's blushing because she's so cute, Awww...My ickle Nasulkins is all grown up...*sniffle*</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>Right now, one home-grown blue orb was glued to a plate stacked high with squeetcakes (much like Earth's pancakes, only larger, and a rather bit weirder in both appearance and taste). The 'cakes had been drizzled with pilldickle nectar, and they were streaming mightly. Okkie wanted to slink right down the cliff-side and perch on the table the platter was set upon, and simply stuff her muzzle in that succulent pile of yummy food. Her limbs quivered, and her nose twitched, but she held herself against her wishes. The caramel female would have to wait until all the unfamiliar pendragons had cleared away from the table with the squeetcakes. Then, and only then, could she slip down from her roost and have her fill of the delicious food.</font>
<font color='#000000'>'Twas just wondering if we were going to continue this thread? It's been a while, and I dunno if you two are still into it. Either way is fine, just curious if I should delete this from my topic subscriptions or not, lol. Edit — I'm going to go ahead and close + archive this. If either of you want to continue it, go ahead and re-open it (Zeva) or PM somebody to request that they re-open it (IrkenJac). =D</font>
<font color='6C6C6C'>\\ OOC: HAHAHAHA!! We.. um.. left this to rot for quite a few good months, no? XDDDD!!!! Â *dies* \\ IC Elethea looks slyly at Nasul, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"You've never been in the basement, eh?"</span> ... <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"I'll chalk that up as a very bad lie, I will!"</span> She giggles, <span style='color:#A1A1A1'>"No worries, I'll overlook that, pretend it never happened."</span> She winks, looking at the male 'dragon sideways, then returning her gaze to the dirt path before them. She was being quite the tease today! Normally she was never this playful. Are those twittering blue birds of happiness we hear? ... Why.. yes!</font>
