2 Dyo 81378 To keep this rather fast-paced, I'd like all posts to be nice and small like the one below. ^_^; Thanks. It hadn't taken her long to find the jester's hall, decorated with bright streamers and shelves of intricate costumes and instruments. Sephiroth spied juggling bean bags, fifes, and various bugles; but something of the percussion category caught her eye. It was a circular mold of thin wood with a thick hide stretched across its frame. Tied with sinews were a multitude of tiny metal rings that chimed together merrily when the apparatus was shaked or strum. The tambourine jingled in her left paw as she lifted it from its place, and with a steady rythmn it was tapped against her hip. A hip that was clad in a neat white fold of cotton tied with a sash at her waist. Sephiroth's upper body was concealed by a corset-like strip of fabric that tightly held her bust in place, exposing her extremely toned abdomen - complete with the smallest of studded barbells nestled into her navel. She wore white gloves that extended to her elbows, thereafter followed by tight ribbons of linen that encompassed her arms like vices. Seth's feet were of course, bare. Brushing the strands of pastel hair from her eyes with an absent hand she began to sway her hips to the jingling music, wandering absently into one of the beautifully accented chambers. Tossing the instrument aside, Sephiroth fell backwards onto one of the beds and crossed her arms across her chest, glancing up at the woven art above her head. She closed her eyes and sighed quietly, a single wing stretching out beneath her.
<font color=maroon>out.of.character - <u>harper thorne</u></font> Hope you don't mind me hopping in, Manda. :D <font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Javelin wasn't a normal pendragon by any standards. Since the youthful age of seven, he had been a spy for the Graders. Albeit one that they had never even met. He passed his information on through a massive web of go-betweens. It had been so long since he began that the male didn't even remember who had decided upon that route of communication. It was probably one of his parents. Since they had been a part of the military and a significant part of the reason that he had been so intelligent at birth, the teenger figured that was terribly likely. Today he wasn't terribly proud of being a spy, though, now that he thought about it. Playing with the stud in his tongue, the young spy peered about him without real interest. This place was as dull as most of the places he went were full of action. Maybe it was just because he was used to a different kind of action, though. His hands ran along his arm, rubbing against the various bracelets that adorned it, stopping at the slate gray one that subtly signified his loyalty to the Graders, quietly fingering the magic-fused object between a pair of idle fingers. He remembered when he had it first put on. The first one had been significantly smaller, of course. When he was seven, the one he currently wore would have fallen off. It had specific limits to it - though his were boundless. He could go anywhere that he cared to. The young spy often had to, too, since his research went beyond the normal required for those in the field, such as he. He rarely had specific missions - he was permitted his freedom, which he had demanded, in the beginning. Shaking the memories away, Jace rose, walking idly toward one of the adjoining rooms and stopping short as he entered, stunned. The spy had accidentally stumbled upon a lady, it wasn't on purpose that he ended up staring at the fascinating female, splayed across the bed in all of her white glory. Though he might be a sly beast, he couldn't help but cough slightly in embarrassment at having interrupted her solitude. Well... today was just great. Running his fingers through jaggedly cut forelocks, the Grader supporter sighed softly and made a soft comment of apology. <font color=maroon>"I am sorry, ma'am, I didn't mean to intrude."</font> Javelin commented with a sincerely sorry smile, backing up a pace, ready to leave if her retort was sharp.
Ramix having heard the noise from the tamberine headed towards the theater stage and when he got there he noiced a male standing at the door to the backstage he quietly walked up and layed a clawed paw on his shoulder I dont think it is her pardon you should be looking for young one Ramix was a welcoming male with a frienly hystory and he enjoyed having visitors at his house but this was a solid intrusion into his privacy and he was not happy This the sun alace was his home and his fathers home and his grandfather's before that and it continued back into time for genertions the sun family had developed quite the history here looking past the male he saw a fairly atractive female lying on one of the prop beds what the hell did they think this place was a bed and breakfast? And you on the bed what do you think your doing here Ramix Sun said in a comanding voice
<u>OOC</u> Ah, sorry if it wasn't very clear (points to secondary thread title), but this thread was intended for one other, and Harper got the spot. x_X; Sorry to put your post to waste and all that... ack.
()()( - Just thought I'd add onto this. Matt, if you didn't want people posting in Ramix's house, you shouldn't of asked me to make it a public forum. ;) Besides, I'm sure that he has all kinds of pendragons of all ages coming in and out of the place at all times. And, if all else fails. Just change the timestamp in this thread to Dyo 2. On that date Ramix should be at a council meeting.
The tapestries above her head seemed to release a strange magic into the air, and Sephiroth soon found her vision being clouded slightly by the tainted fabrics. Perhaps it was some sort of repellant to keep visitors away from the expensive quarters, or a sort fo time-released alarm system? From what she had heard before she had entered, Ramix was away for some reason, but nothing else had been disclosed. Why he had left the door unlocked for any reason was up for guess. She had no idea, and was in no state to think about the matter too deeply. Her mind felt like a huge sponge, picking up every detail around her but failing to perfectly comprehend it until it was just a maze of thoughts and mental images that melted her into a pile of mush. It was like a high - only uncontrolled, and in this case, unwanted. Seth shook her head wildly to clear the blurring pictures that circled her head, wiping away the tantalizing colours and feelings from her mind so she could see a clearer picture of what was going on. And perhaps, if she could muster the temporary ability, get out of this room and its bizarre forms of aphrodisiacs. Enough sanity remained for her to see a shape at the door, the silhouette of a rather attractive looking pinstriped teen. He looked about her age, with a scruff of messy yet inquisitive hair atop his forehead, and that was about all the detail her phased mind could reveal to her. Then he spoke, and the induced mental haze seemed to fade slightly, allowing her to give a rather calm reply for the situation. Yet even with such placidness, one of her fingers creeped invisibly to a certain spot on her wrap where the smallest of magic-aded daggers hid. Sephiroth wouldn't be so careless again. "No... it's fine. These weavings, they seem to be... oh I don't know. Call me crazy, but I think they're spiked with something." She gave a warm smile, and leaned up casually. The grip on her defensive weapon loosened considerably, and whatever fears she had had dissolved with the induced buzz.
<font color=maroon>in.character - <u>javelin valimos</u></font> Javelin didn't feel the touch of the tainted fabrics immedietely and when he did, he recognized it for what it was. Baffled, he stepped backward slightly and pulled his shirt upward slightly, breathing through the cloth object to try and avoid becoming completely delerious according to the nature of that sort of drug. Sneakered feet scraped slightly against the ground as he watched the white lady, eyes focused thoughtfully on the splayed female. She was definitely more out of it than he - but he was always clear of mind, it was part of the job description. Not that he couldn't be drugged up, but he had a certain amount of resistance that was made for just such a reason. Though his eyes, actually, burned with the caress of the fabric's touch. The slightest movement of his fingers made him dizzy, though it faded quickly. His fingers wandered to a pocket near him, grabbing a needle from its position in his pocket, shoving it into his arm and pressing a gooey liquid into his arm. There was a faint relaxation, then his mind cleared considerably, sight clear once more as he watched the other pendragon. He didn't even expect a response, seeing as the other 'dragon seemed rather out of it. The liquid he had just pressed into his blood stream was fast acting, so he hadn't been able to inhale enough of the drug to counteract it. Though it would take a lot to take him into the induced state that the other seemed to be in. The male wondered, really, if it was a magical thing or a drug thing. It didn't matter when the injected fluid was supposed to repress both toxins. Meant for spies when on a mission - though he carried it with him everywhere, in case he felt himself being drugged. Though he also sniffed anything he ate or drank for traces. <font color=maroon>"You don't say?"</font> A slightest quirk upward of his brow, the easiest movement forward as he watched her. <font color=maroon>"Then do you want to get out of here, so that you're not being... er... harmed by it?"</font>
